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Shoplifter

By: Tomass



Jennifer wasn't too impressed by her choices at the Teen Queen Shoppe. Everything seemed either way too boring or way too expensive for a broke but radiant blonde who had barely turned 18. 

As she roamed the aisles, Jen was not aware the manager, Mr. Peterson, a muscular man of 50, was watching her on the security cameras. He loved girls like Jen: So smooth, so ripe, so firm, and, in Jennifer's case, so vulnerable. 

She had found a couple of tops in the discount bin that seemed promising and asked Peterson if she could use the changing room. He agreed, even though it was 6:05. He had closed the store five minutes earlier, and the doors were now locked from the inside.

When Jen went into the changing room, she was surprised to find, draped across the bench, an exquisite white bra and panty set. Upon further examination she discovered that not only were these garments made of the finest French silk, they were exactly her style and exactly her size. They were not exactly her price. She could never afford $200 underwear.

But she was tempted to try them on. Slipping out of her blouse and jeans, then removing her own bra and panties, she stood naked before the mirror. She held the silk bra before her sweet upturned breasts for a moment, then shrugged and slid the lacy cups over her pointy nipples. Those buds were still teasingly visible through the sheer fabric after she hooked the clasps.

Seconds later, she has pulled the bikini panties over her long, slim hips and now felt them cradling the cheeks of her pouty little bottom. The deeply scooped front barely covered the little blonde tuft between her legs.

She admired her reflection for a bit, knowing her boyfriend would go wild if he saw her like this. Then Jennifer got a very naughty idea. No one had seen her carry the bra and panties into the changing room, she reasoned. Would anyone know they were missing?

Jen put her clothes back on over the silk ensemble and stuffed her own underwear into her purse. She grabbed the unworn tops and headed for the door. 

"I don't think these are right for me," she told Mr. Peterson as she laid the tops before him on the counter. "Thanks anyway."

He followed her to the door, prepared to unlock it. But as she approached it, an alarm sounded.

Jennifer blushed but hoped the manager didn't notice. He turned off the alarm and took her little chin in his big hand, turning her head toward his and staring intensely into her eyes.

"Well now," he said. "You aren't taking anything you didn't pay for are you, young lady?"

Jen shook her head, but she had begun to tremble.

"May I see your purse?" he asked.

She handed it to him. She instantly realized her mistake, but it was too late. He opened the purse and smiled as he found her cotton panties and bra. Suddenly and forcefully, he grabbed her by the wrist.

"Come with me," he said.

Peterson led her into a back room that was empty except for a telephone, an oak table, a couple of chairs and an empty rack for dresses. Peterson sat down.

"Open your blouse, young lady," he said.

Jen flipped her hair back in defiance.

Peterson reached for the phone.

"Hello, police department?" he said.

Jennifer began to fumble with the buttons of her blouse. Peterson hung up the phone.

"Now, take off that blouse so I can see your bra."

With shaking fingers, Jen slipped the blouse off her shoulders. Peterson walked up to her and ran his fingers over one cup of her bra, making Jennifer flinch.

"You stole this from us, young lady," he said. "Give it back."

Jen looked terrified. "Please…" she managed as tears welled in her eyes.

"The BRA," he said, his upturned palm extended. "NOW!"

Jen unhooked the bra and handed it to him, revealing a pair of succulent young tits that bobbled before his eyes.

"It's not cold in here," he said. "So why are your nipples hard, young lady?"

"Please, Mister," she begged. "Oh please, let me go."

He shrugged. 

"If that's all you took, you can go," he said.

She began to pick up her blouse.

"NOT SO FAST, YOUNG LADY."

She knew what was next.

"Pull down your jeans," he said. "NOW!"

She peeled them down and saw an evil sneer crawl across his face.

"You stole those panties, too," he said. "This is a felony. Turn around and put your hands behind your back, young lady."

She did as she was told, knowing that he was now facing her panty clad bottom. She felt the cold steel of the handcuffs and knew she was well and truly trapped. 

Her tits now jutted as lewdly toward the wall as her panty-clad ass cheeks did toward her tormenter.

Peterson now stood behind her. Through his pants she could feel his erection growing against her thigh.

Now Peterson had grabbed the waistband of her panties and was pulling it up and down her hips. She knew he was teasing her, giving himself glimpses of her magnificent young ass and making her feel an odd combination of terror and lust.

"Bend over the table," he said. She obeyed, feeling her panties falling to her ankles. He now had a full view of her succulent ass. She only prayed he would not notice how wet her vagina had become.

Jennifer knew she was about to get spanked. What she did not expect was how soft a spanking it would be. Now naked before a powerful, clothed tormenter twice her age, Jen felt his big hand cup one cheek of her ass, then the other. When his hand began to explore her pussy, she let out a low deep moan.

"You're wet, Young Lady," he said. "Moisture can ruin silk, you know."

Her chin was pressed against the oak table as she felt his fingers opening the soaking petals of her sex. She felt a finger sliding into her ass, probing it. An hour ago, he was just a store manager. Now he knew her most intimate secrets.. Her breathing was now hard and labored.

"Oh Please," she managed as she heard him unzip his pants. "Please…."

His thick cock filled her cunt as no boy's ever had. She came almost instantly, then again and again, rocking against the intrusion that drove into her pussy over and over.

"You wicked little girl," he said. "Wicked, wicked girl.."

His cock had turned rocklike as it slid in and out, Her tits were shaking wildly. Sweat covered her body.

Finally she felt his cock gushing inside of her. Again she came. Again and again.

And then it was over. Her unprotected pussy was filled with his sperm. He freed her from her handcuffs. Silently, she put her clothes on—all but her bra and panties, which he kept.

She never saw him again. But she never again was as satisfied either.

Shoplifter



This is only the 2nd story I have written in my life. I have always enjoyed reading erotic stories and I feel it is only fair to make some contribution in return.

This story deals with reluctance throughout. If you seek stories of people making love then I suggest you try a different category. If you enjoy stories of control and humiliation then read on and hopefully you will gain pleasure in my latest contribution. If you would like to hear more then please vote at the end, thanks.

It was after I had finished locking up the store and started refilling the shelves that I noticed a number of CD's were missing from a rack in the last aisle. I hadn't sold any CD's all day so I knew I’d been robbed again. I run a small grocery store, like a miniature supermarket. I don't normally sell CD's but a friend of mine had got his hands on a very cheep batch from a local record shop, which had recently shut down. Not expecting to sell many I put them at the back of the shop in the place of a fridge that had been removed awaiting repair.

Turning off the lights I went into the back office to check out the new technology that had been installed. In previous weeks there had been an increasing amount of things disappearing from the shop, I had informed the police who advised me to get some CCTV installed. I decided to make the system discrete so I could find out who was robbing me. I had one camera behind the counter, monitoring the front of the shop and one at the back pointing down the last aisle. Both cameras were linked to two video recorders, which continuously recorded all movement in the shop.

I sat at the large desk supporting the two VCR's and two TV’s. I hit the play button after rewinding it a fraction. I remembered a young girl in the shop earlier who seemed to spend an awful amount of time buying a pint of milk. I searched the tape until I found her. Sure enough, she walked down the aisle, perused the CD rack and proceeded to fill her handbag with CD's. I quickly searched the other video for a shot of her face so that the police could finally take action against someone.

She wore a coat that hid her body but I could remember her young pretty face with bright sexy eyes and small but perfectly formed nose and mouth. From under her hat flowed her lush blonde hair before disappearing down beneath the long unrevealing coat. It seemed almost wrong to have her arrested she looked so innocent, she can't have been much more than 18 years old. I decided not to call the police straight away and wait to see if she comes back to the shop where I could confront her, get her to return the goods and teach her how wrong it is to steal.

At the end of the following day I noticed some more CD's had gone. This meant there must be another thief because the young girl hadn't been in. It was approaching closing time and there was nobody in the shop so I unlocked my office and started searching the tapes. With my office door open I could hear the shop door bleeper, I could also keep an eye on the shop with the TV monitor, which showed the counter and entrance. On the tape I found a much older woman in her late forty's loading her handbag with CD's. Just at that point the door bleeped as someone walked into the shop. Looking over at the monitor I realised it was the young girl who’d nicked my CD's.

I hesitated watching the screen as my anger grew. She walked up to the counter and waited. I left my office and marched up to the front of the shop, she saw me approaching and asked me for a packet of cigarettes but I walked straight passed her towards the entrance. I locked the shop door, turning the OPEN sign over. I turned and focussed an evil stare upon her. She suddenly looked concerned and asked what was wrong.

“I have evidence that you have been stealing from these premises,” was my reply. She started to protest her innocence.

“I've only just walked in, how could I have? What evidence?”

“There are camera's in operation in this store and you've been caught stealing CD's,” there was now a look of horror on her face, “I think you better accompany me to the office while we decide what to do with you,” I stated as I ushered her towards the back of shop. I pointed to the door and followed the young thief leaving a few steps between us. It was at this point I realised that my eyes had subconsciously been drawn south towards her slender waist and almost perfect bottom. My mind suddenly became awash with decadent and debauched thoughts, I could feel stirrings in my trousers. I do often fantasise about girls younger then myself but my imagination has always fallen way short of this sweet little tease. I certainly have never found myself in a position to make my fantasies reality.

She was wearing a very sexy short black dress with stockings and stylish shoes to match. The material of her dress was soft and figure hugging that accentuated her slender figure. She was a good 5 inches shorter then my 5’11” and perfectly proportioned. Her blonde hair was radiant against the jet-black material as it fanned outwards from a high ponytail to her lower back. I could smell her musky scent as followed her wriggling little bottom to my office. 

Something in my head changed, some chemical hormonal thing, because all the anger vaporised and turned rapidly into lust for this exquisite creature. My mouth was watering as I soaked up the vision of her fantastic body. I tried to maintain my wits about me and calm my thoughts, which were rapidly sinking into a sea fantasy and fornication. I knew I had to play it cool and not allow myself to be manipulated by her overpowering beauty.

She hesitated as she peered through the open door into the office. I came up close behind her, taking in the aroma of her hair. Sensing me breathing down her neck she stepped forward into the large room that doubled as a store. I directed her to the right, across the carpet to the edge of the desk. She looked around first noticing the fire exit to the left on the back wall and then the workbench filled with boxes and various packaging paraphernalia. Finally her eyes came to rest on the large wooden desk with VCR equipment.

I told her to stand in front of the TV while I inserted the incriminating videotape. I sat in the leather swivel chair behind her to her left as I showed her all the video evidence.

“What are you going to do?” She asked.

“Call the police of course, but first show me some ID,” I said in a stern voice.

I made her empty her bag on the table, telling her that I wanted to make sure she hadn't stolen anything else, but really to have a good nosy at her things. I couldn't believe how much stuff came out of such a small handbag. What caught my eye the most was a pack of condoms and also a packet of contraception pills with several remaining pills.

“That seems like an odd combination?” I asked her, “why do you need the condoms?”

“I'm going to a party tonight to meet somebody,” she said, slightly shaking.

“You WERE going to a party, you better tell your boyfriend that you’ve been arrested,” I told her.

“No he’s not my boyfriend, I've never met him,” she replied. I asked her if it was a blind date and she nodded. “Please don't have me arrested mister, I'll return all the CD's, I'm really sorry.”

“Your pleading is of no use to me girl, if I hadn't brought you in here you would be thieving from me right now, give me one reason why I shouldn't call the police this minute?” She stood there staring at the phone on the desk and then at me.

“What do you want from me?” She found herself asking reluctantly as she stood there trembling and looking very uncomfortable with the situation.

I look her slowly up and down and said “what the fuck could you offer that would interest me?” I turned and reached for the phone.

“No!” she said anxiously, at first showing slight relief that I didn't give the expected sordid answer but then realising the implications that if she didn't have anything to offer I WOULD phone the police. “Don’t do that,” she begged, stretching across me and slapping her hand on top of mine to prevent me from lifting the receiver.

“If you're so afraid of being arrested why do you steal?” I quizzed.

“I need the money...my mum needs the money, she tells me to steal, she can’t support us.”

“What about benefits, lots of people survive without robbing innocent folk,” I argued, “if she doesn't work what's she spend it all on?”

“She gambles and drinks a lot, I end up buying the food and essential items, please don't called the police they will lock me up this time and stop me living with my mum,” she sobbed.

“How many times have you been caught stealing?” I asked but she fell silent, “maybe I should ask the police?”

“Five times, the judge put me on probation but I can’t help myself, I need money and I can’t get a full time job until I finish my college course. I don’t know what to do, please don’t have me arrested,” her pleading was incessant.

“There are many ways a young pretty girl like yourself can earn good money,” I told her.

“I wont become a prostitute walking the streets, I wont, I’m not doing that,” she sobbed, “I am doing well on my course, I’m going to be a hairdresser, please don’t call the police, they will…”

“send you to prison and you will fail your course,” I finished her sentence for her in an attempt to highlight how bleak her position was. “Anyway you don’t need to walk the streets to earn money, you just need to find a few wealthy middle aged blokes who would happily pay good money for your services.”

“I can’t do that, its disgusting,” she barked.

“Do you think I am disgusting?” I snapped back. “You better start re-thinking your options young girl because thieving has just landed you in jail.” Tears were running down her face now as she sobbed.

Looking angry and unconcerned certainly opened the girl up, convincing me how desperate she was to get out of this without being locked up. Her hand was still on mine and I showed no emotion or interest in her. She slowly removed her hand from mine, stroking up my arm slightly then she stood straight and inched her arms behind her back to give me an unobstructed view of her beautiful young body in the tight fitting dress.

“I doubt a girl as young as you has enough experience to please a man like me anyway,” I taunted.

I started flicking through her purse to find her details, “Miss Loren Peters,” I read out loud from her students union card, “and where might you live?” Just at that point something else fell out of her purse, a small wrap of paper which looked suspiciously like drugs.

“What’s this then?” I said, dabbing the white power and having a taste. She remained silent and looked mortified that I had found her coke stash.

“I think this is where all your money ends up, this is why you are stealing from me isn’t it?” I gathered her things back into her handbag and pressed the eject button on the video to show her the tape, “this is going with you to the police station right now,” I said firmly, reaching for the phone again.

Loren dropped to her knees this time grabbing my legs, pleading, “please don't make me do this,” as her hands rose higher towards my crotch.

“I'm not making you do anything girl,” I said as I lifted the receiver. She immediately moved her hands over my crotch and massaged my growing erection through my trousers. I lowered the receiver back down as she continued to fondle my cock.

“If I please you, will you let me go home?” she asked. I was smiling intensely behind my blank expression. I couldn’t believe my luck, she was mine for the taking.

“Stand up young girl so I can take a good look at you,” I ordered. Remaining seated I ran my hands up the outside of her well toned legs, gliding my hands delicately over her curves and narrow waist, finally roaming tenderly over her pert breasts like a blind man feeling a face.

“Turn around,” I ordered and my hands descended down her back pausing to squeezing her exceptionally sculptured bottom. I continued my descent to the bottom of her thighs and gently placed both of my hands on each side of her right knee. I slowly slid my caressing fingers up her thigh, one hand disappearing up her black dress. I felt the top of her stockings and then bare flesh before I reached her panties. I heard her take a deep breath as I massaged her pussy through the soft fabric. I was in heaven. I was in a position that most men could only dream about.

After several minutes of fondling her I undid my trousers to ease the pressure of my now full erection. I told her to face me, she looked directly at the large bulge through my undies and said “if I do can I go?” I just reached for the phone again as a reply. Loren glanced over to the tape on the table then dropped to her knees and moved between my thighs. She delicately peeled down my pants with her soft little hands. My cock sprung free in front of her face, her eyes grew wide and she jerked back in apparent surprise. I smiled as I thought to myself that she'd probably only met boys her own age and not a fully-grown man with a cock my size.

“Are you just going to stare at it girl?” I demanded.

Finally she placed one of her hands around my shaft, her hand was so small that her fingers didn't even go around it, she began to stroke up and down eventually using both hands. She wanked my cock for several minutes with increasing tempo, I then realised that she was hoping to finish me this way and needed further instruction.

“Suck it,” I command. Loren stopped and looked up at me in disgust, “what's wrong have you never pleased a man properly before?”

She glanced at the tape again on the table as I moved my hand towards the phone. After another delay she seemed to make a decision and rose up on her knees and started tugging at my pants. I wasn’t expecting her to undress me but it seemed a positive step so I lifted my weight as she lowered my trousers to my ankles.

Suddenly she sprang to her feet, grabbed the tape and her bag from the table and ran out of the office into the shop. I tried to follow her but fell flat on my face as my ankles were bound together with my pants. I eventually freed myself, by this time she was unlocking the shop door. I paused for a moment and watched which way she ran up the street then I headed out of the emergency door at the back of the office and ran up the alley to head her off.

I go jogging regularly and keep my body fit so I had no problem cutting her off at the end of the block. She was slower than me despite removing her heels and running bare foot. I popped out of the alley grabbing her arm then the tape. Loren stood there as I eased my grip, realising there was little point in running now I had the tape back. I took her back down the alley into my office.

“Right, you obviously need restraining while the police arrive,” I said.

Still holding her arm I began searching for something to tie her up with, her pleading was desperate now, telling me she would do anything this time.

“I don’t believe you,” I told her.

“Ok, Ask me,” she dared.

I stopped and deliberated the vast scenarios that suddenly pervaded my perverted mind. Loren stared at me all cute and innocent, I decided it was time to call her bluff and find out how serious she was.

“You need a good spanking girl, remove your panties now.” I let go of her and she stood there debating her options then slowly put one hand under her dress and wriggled her bum as the panties slid down her legs. I directed her to a small four-legged wooden table in the centre of the room, “bend over it and hold on to the table legs on the other side.”

The table was just the right width for her head to protrude from the opposite side, her arms ran along the edge of the desk top and her elbows angled her forearms down at each corner. I found a piece of cord and quickly bound her ankles, tying them to a cross bar at the bottom.

“What are you doing? She complained as she tried to stand up, “oh please don’t tie me up, I wont run away again, I will do what you want.”

“I don’t trust you and yes you will do anything and everything I want, now get back down on the table and let me tie you up or the deal is off” 

I pushed her back down and reached for the Gaffer tape that I had found for her wrists. I wrapped it a few times around her wrist and the table leg. I tore it off the reel and repeated for her other wrist.

I stood back to admire my work, taking in her beauty, so vulnerable strapped to the small desk. Her body was poised at right angles to her legs causing her short black dress to ride up exposing the bare top of her thighs and a bit of pussy hair showing completed the visual experience. I picked up her panties and inserted them in her mouth to keep any noise down.

“Keep your mouth shut or I’ll tape it shut,” I told her. I moved around to her rear and inched the dress up over her buttocks, the view was incredible she had a lovely figure. I wanted to shag her there and then but resisted, I first had to administer some serious punishment for her crime.

She screamed through the panties and her clenched teeth as the table tennis bat I had found smacked down on her bare cheeks, and again and again as she frantically pulled at the restraints until her bottom was glowing an angry red. Whack! Loren squealed as tears streamed down her face.

“That was for making me run after you,” I told her. I started fondling her red ass then her pussy and finally her clitoris. Her juices were flowing freely on to my hand, “you’re really enjoying this aren’t you bitch?” I said and she just muttered something through the gag. I pulled out a small vibrator and some lube I happened to have in my desk draw and preceded to coat the toy with gel before massaging her clit then sliding it slowly into her tight pussy, she moaned and wriggled against the restraints.

I couldn’t believe how tight her little love hole was, the small vibrator was only half the size of my manhood and yet it took some significant pressure as I inched it into her pussy with determined precision. I was really enjoying watching progress of the phallic device as it slid into her petite body. I could see her tiny anus twitching and winking at me as vibrations permeated through her pussy to her G-spot and clitoris. I have never been so hard in all my life, my erection demanded attention as it throbbed in my trousers, but I had all night and had no intention of rushing this unique and momentous occasion in my life.

When she had finally become accustomed to the intrusion, I couldn’t help leaning forward and licking her little sphincter, I tried pushing my tongue in slightly but this hole was incredibly tight. She started struggling at this new assault on her precious assets. I could tell she had a virgin ass but I knew it wouldn’t be for much longer.

I withdrew the vibrating shaft from her now very juicy pussy. I had a quick lick of her clit and tasted her juices before I slowly inserted the toy into her anus, this invoked violent shaking of her head finally spitting her panties out and shouting, “no, stop you bastard, let me go,” ignoring her pleas I left the toy vibrating deep in her ass as I covered her mouth and warned her to be quiet.

“I told you to keep your mouth shut, if you want to leave you can but it will be in the back of a police car, is that what you want?”

Loren froze for an instant as tears ran down her sweet little face. I almost felt sorry for her, but my erection had taken charge of my mind and I snapped at her to comply. Her head dropped slowly in reply.

“Right, close your eyes and open your mouth, wider, wider, WIDER!” I commanded and she did as instructed.

I quickly dropped my trousers and slid my cock in, her eyes opened and look up at me in shock. She watched me opened my mouth to say something then closed her eyes immediately again. Her mouth was being really stretched by my tool, I could see the anguish in her face as the taut skin of her lips gripped my erection.




Shoplifter



You know this can't go unpunished, right? The question isn't whether it's going to happen, it's what punishment I'm going to administer. There are a few options, but I suspect we both have something similar in mind.

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Shoplifter's Payoff



Kimberly Wilkes had never been more frightened than she was at that moment in the security office of the department store where she had just been caught trying to walk out with three pairs of lacy panties in her purse. She had shoplifted at that same store and had never gotten caught but some of her friends had been nabbed. Nothing much had ever happened to them but those friends had been only 17 years old or less when they were caught. Since reaching her eighteenth birthday the previous month, Kimberly had been considered an adult and she knew the punishment for any kind of illegal act could be much more severe. 

The two men in the office with her knew her age because they had demanded to see her college identification. Once they had seen the birth date of the miscreant, they knew exactly what they wanted to do about her. Her pretty, heart-shaped face with the clear complexion and long brown hair and her luscious breasts helped them to come to that decision. Even more important was Kimberly's big, shapely ass because they both love having something like that moving up and down under them on the couch on which she was seated just then. Because of their youth, Kimberly's friends had never been subjected to the sexual demands of the security men but the woman currently sitting before them would not be that lucky. 

"Well, Kimberly," the older of the two men chided her. "You must really like these panties to take a chance on going to jail for stealing them. Well? Do you?" As he spoke, he held one of the silky wisps in front of her face." His name was Larry Crane, but he hadn't told her, believing withholding the information would make the sexy teenager feel even more in his power. 

He was right. "Y-y-yes," she stammered. 

"Do you think they would look good on you?" the second man asked. His name was Richard Proctor but Kimberly was also unaware of that. 

Doubting she could get into worse trouble than she already faced, Kim gave an honest answer. "Yes, I'm sure they would." 

"Suppose you show us?" Larry continued as he handed them to her. 

She was unsure of what he meant, but Kimberly stood up and held the panties over her crotch. 

"What do you think?" Larry asked his companion. 

"They don't look like much, but I can't really tell in front of those jeans." 

Both men looked expectantly at Kimberly and she looked from one face to the other as it began to dawn on her what the men might be getting at. She hoped she was wrong even though she also thought of it as possibly being a chance to avoid going to jail for shoplifting. 

"What do you want?" she asked in a voice she almost couldn't recognize. 

"Like we said," the younger man answered. "We want to see what you look like in these panties you were trying to steal. But we can't tell anything as long as you're wearing those dumb jeans. Now, take them off." 

Kimberly's worst fears were being realized. "I can't get undressed in front of you." 

"Suit yourself," the older man said. "I haven't called the cops yet but, after I do, they'll be here in a few minutes to take your cute little ass to jail. When the bull dykes down there get a hold of you, you'll wish you were still here with us." 

Kimberly hadn't thought of that, but she was almost sure the man facing her was right. She had heard horror stories, from teachers and other older women about some really vicious women who were often in the jail. Most of them were lesbians, she had been told, and they resented young attractive straight women like herself. They might even gang rape her. The alternative to letting the two men ogle her as she put the panties on would almost certainly be worse than the few minutes of semi-nudity. 

"What do you want me to do?" 

"First, take off your pants. They're pretty tight so you better take off your shoes first." 

Kimberly sat back down and removed her sneakers. That part was not difficult, partly because she was wearing bobby sox under them. The frightened teenager looked at the two men with the futile hope they might settle for that. 

They wouldn't. After a minute of waiting, while they stared at her with lust, Larry spoke up. "C'mon, Kimberly. We haven't got all day. If you don't want to go to jail, you better do what we say and take off your pants." 

On the verge of crying, Kim slowly unbuttoned the front of her jeans and stuck her thumbs in the waistband. Raising herself from the couch and pushing down at the same time, she slid the garment down and around her big, soft ass cheeks to just above her knees, where she paused again. Larry wouldn't let her get away with that. He grabbed the bottom hems of her pants legs and started to pull the tight jeans the rest of the way off. Richard saw what his associate was doing and used the weight of his upper body to hold the struggling young brunette in place while her jeans were being stripped from her. Seconds after dropping them to the floor, Larry insinuated his body between her bare legs and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. 

"No! No! Please don't!" Kimberly begged her assailant. 

She might have been better off saving her breath. One man was between her legs holding her down and the other was covering her upper body and pressing Kim against the thin mattress of the couch. She felt fingers being slipped into the waistband of her panties and struggled, almost reflexively, to keep the man from pulling them down. Her struggles were to no avail, and probably helped him in taking down her undergarment. Larry slid his hands around Kim's ass and, timing her movements, worked her panties around her cheeks and hips and down to mid-thigh. Licking his lips in his lust, he gazed at her exposed pussy, with its sparse covering of light brown hair. 

"This is gonna be some great fucking," he told himself. 

It wouldn't be if Kim could help it but her efforts seemed to be a losing battle. The older man was holding her legs and had worked her panties down to the middle of her thighs and his accomplice was sprawled over her face and upper body and he was pinning Kim's arms. Her face was covered so she couldn't yell for help nor could she see what the man was doing with her legs. When he let go and secured a new grip, her response was too late to help in her struggles. His new hold was on an ankle and he pulled that leg close to him so he could pull her panties all the way down and around her foot, leaving Kimberly naked below her waist except for the wisp of nylon that was dangling uselessly from her other ankle. 

Their victim had been prepared but Larry still had to ready himself. First, he took the condom from his pocket, tore open the plastic wrapper and rolled the contents onto his cock. It was pre-lubricated because they expected any girls they caught shoplifting to be dry and unwilling and in need of artificial lube. He also removed the small bottle of baby oil from his pocket and coated his cock, especially the head, before spreading Kimberly's thighs with his hands. Once again she begged him to stop but he ignored her. 

Although Kim couldn't see him, she had an idea what her attacker was doing. She and her boyfriend liked to role-play rape scenarios and, so far at least, the security man's actions somewhat mirrored what happened during that kind of sex-play. Those games were great fun and very arousing to her - she enjoyed some of her best orgasms - and she began to hope her ordeal that day would be little or no worse than the role-playing. She could even feel her pussy starting to lubricate a little. 

The man between her legs didn't know that and, even if he had seen the few drops of liquid, he wouldn't have been able to tell if from the baby oil he was applying with the tip of his cock. Although certainly not solicitous of the young woman's welfare, Larry also had no wish to do her any harm. This was partly because an injury might have constituted evidence against him and his partner but he also was not so much of a brute as to inflict any unnecessary injury on her. The men's reason for raping girls like her was for their own sexual fun, not because of any particular misogyny on their parts. That was why they always used baby oil and the pre-lubricated condom. 

When he was satisfied their victim was ready, Larry centered the end of his cock against the soft pink hole he lusted for and gave a firm shove. He was pleasantly surprised when the head easily burrowed its way in because he had expected the young woman to be tighter than she was. Seconds later, he thrust forward again and almost half his shaft was in the place he wanted it. He was inside her deeply enough that he no longer needed to guide his cock or hold her lips apart so he reached under Kimberly's blouse. After pushing her bra up out of the way, he lightly squeezed her big, lush breasts and was quite pleased to feel her erect nipples under his thumbs. Larry raised his upper body so he could see her other responses. 

"See? It's not so bad, is it," he said. "Certainly not as bad as it would be with those mean bitches at the jail." 

Although she agreed, and could even feel pleasure rippling through her body from her well-stuffed pussy, Kim would not give anybody the satisfaction of knowing it. Figuratively, she gritted her teeth to help her get through the ordeal, although it was less of an ordeal than she had been fearing. 

Larry wanted to stretch out on top of the girl he was raping so he instructed his accomplice: "You can get off her but hold her down. It'll be your turn next." 

Richard complied. "Okay, but don't take too long and don't wear the bitch out. I'm horny as hell." Still keeping Kimberly's arms pinned, he moved to the end of the couch to be out of his partner's way. 

After sprawling on top of her body, Larry moved his hands to Kim's shoulders to help keep her held down and so he would be able to pull back against them for leverage. Thrusting forward, his cock buried itself in the pussy that had gotten considerable wetter during the changes in position. He noted her eyes were closed, which was an unusual reaction for the young women he and his henchman raped in to their office whenever they could. Larry pulled his cock almost all the way back, paused, thrust forward and was taken aback because he thought he felt Kimberly fuck back to meet him. 

He was even more pleasantly surprised the next time he drew back, thrust forward and definitely felt her respond. Not only did her pussy move against him, he saw a look of pleasure flicker across her face and thought he heard a sigh, which he knew was not from pain. 

"See? It's not as bad as you thought it would be." 

"What do you care?" she blurted, and gritted her teeth to try to avoid letting the man know she was actually starting to enjoy her defilement. 

She failed in the attempt. The cock surging in and out of her pussy felt exactly like that of her boyfriend and even the hands holding her arms down were almost identical with those of the same young man during the role-playing they enjoyed so much. The movements of her body evolved from simply fucking back to meet her attacker to also squirming in pleasure to writhing on the couch and a soft moan of bliss escaped her lips. 

Larry heard it. "Enjoy it, Kimberly. Just lay back and enjoy it because you can't keep it from happening." She said nothing but stopped fighting her own body and took his suggestion. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she whimpered in time with the intruder plowing into her and her pussy fucking back to meet it. She was not being held too tightly to move around and Kim slid a few inches down on the mattress so the cock that was starting to feel so good in her pussy would feel even better as it massaged the base of her g-spot and swollen clit. In that position, she could feel her orgasm starting to rapidly mount. 

Larry had felt his climax building for the last several minutes but had been in no hurry to come until then. However, with the hot young beauty's clit scraping against the top of his shaft, he knew he could hold off no longer. Shifting his knees slightly, he started plunging his cock harder and faster into Kim. She matched his increased pace and, less than a minute later warbled joyfully that she was coming. 

Her movements became as wild as they could with two men holding her down, rocking from side to side and ramming up to meet the cock plunging in and out. After less than two minutes of the most intense pleasure either she or Larry had ever felt, she uttered a cry of pure ecstasy and climaxed. All her muscles clenched simultaneously; her back arched and she gave a final thrust of her pussy. After her orgasm, Kimberly's muscles relaxed completely and she sagged onto the mattress. Seconds later, he grunted as he felt his climax welling up from deep inside his body and exploding out through his cock. The fucking continued and, when his coming was done, he raised his upper body and smiled down at the pretty woman, who smiled back at him. 

Richard had been watching his partner's face and knew exactly when he had come. "Okay, you're done. Now get off and let me fuck the bitch. I can't wait any more." 

Larry carefully withdrew his cock from the dripping pink hole and climbed off the sexy body. Even though he felt it would be unnecessary, he replaced his partner near the head of the couch and held down Kim's unresisting arms while his horny partner stripped off his pants and jockey shorts and rolled his condom onto his throbbing erection. He quickly knelt between the legs that had remained spread, leaned forward and rubbed the end of his cock in the fluid that was still flowing from Kimberly's pussy, surprised at how much of it there was. With one firm thrust, half of his hard shaft was buried in her, and Kim moaned her intense pleasure. 

She turned her face to look up at Larry. "You know, you don't have to hold me down and it'll be more fun for me and for your friend if you let go of my arms." 

She got her wish and, when Richard thrust forward again, she wrapped her arms around his back and started stroking him through his uniform shirt and whispering into his ear. 

"I love your big, hard cock in my pussy. Now give it to me and make me come as good as your friend did." 

Although quite surprised, Richard had no objection to doing what was wanted. Slowly, he drew his cock back, paused and drove its entire length into the avid girl. When Kimberly felt the hard cylinder surging into her pussy, she moaned in pleasure and fucked back to meet it. 

"Oh, that feels good," she murmured. "But faster. Give it to me faster." 

He had gotten incredibly horny while watching his partner having his way with the sexy girl and Richard began plunging his cock in and out of her faster and just as deeply. Kimberly's hands stroked his back and sides and even reached down to his bare ass as if to encourage him to keep doing what he was already doing so well. She constantly moaned in joy and her hips started swiveling under him, thrusting her legs back and forth beside his hips. Besides being sexy, she was a very sensuous young woman and had reveled in her orgasm but now she was looking for another. 

Larry watched her movements raptly. He had come once already and hadn't actually considered taking another turn with the young sexpot but he also had no objection to doing so. His cock had not completely softened and had gotten fully erect again while watching the wild coupling so he removed his condom, moved in closer, and placed the end of his cock on Kimberly's lips. She turned to face him, grinned lewdly and used her tongue to lick most of the cum off the head before pulling the very welcome treat into her mouth. 

She began moving her face back and forth to engulf his cock, slowly at first, but increasing in speed until the strokes with her lips were matching the pace of the other hard shaft as it drove in and out of her pussy. Minutes after the blow job started, Larry's body was writhing and he was moaning aloud in joy. Kimberly was also receiving immense pleasure from the two stiff shafts and the movements of her body showed it but her happy sounds were muffled by the one in her mouth. 

Richard was the most vocal of the three. "Oh, god! Oh, god!" he blurted with every thrust into the tight, wet and highly active pussy under him. "Oh! I'm coming," he cried out happily. 

Through the corner of her eye, Kim looked at the man above him and saw the look of ecstasy as it flickered across his distorted face. She felt a strong sense of disappointment because she hadn't come for the second time yet. He kept driving in and out of her pussy until he had ejaculated three more times and seemed to be starting to pull his cock out of her. 

She clamped her legs more tightly around him and hugged him against her breasts with one arm while holding the older man's cock in her other hand. "Oh, no, you don't!" she admonished him. "You're gonna keep fucking me until I come again." 

Richard didn't say anything but he made no effort to effort to escape her grip, even though he could have done so easily. "Only an idiot climbs off a girl when she's as hot to trot as this one is," he told himself, and resumed plowing his cock, which was still almost fully erect, into her pussy. In less than a minute, it was completely hard again and the intense sexual pleasure was starting to flood his body again. 

Satisfied with what would be happening, Kim turned her face back to Larry and once again drew his cock into her mouth. One man was fucking her with long, slow thrusts, just what she wanted this time and her lips stroked the other man's cock at the same tempo. She loved both, with pleasure gushing from her pussy to inundate her body while her mouth took another kind of pleasure from the hard cylinder she was engulfing and releasing. The thickness was perfect for spreading her lips and her mouth was filled wonderfully with the long, thick organ. She was no longer in a hurry to come again and wanted to fully enjoy every second and every stroke of her defilement. 

The men had also cum once each and the edge was gone from their horniness. Believing Security could do their best work with a minimum of supervision, the store management gave them basically free rein and nobody would be looking for them. That meant they could take their time and get as much fun as they could from the young woman between them. Kimberly had nothing she had to be doing and was also in no hurry to end what had become one of the most delightful sex sessions of her life. 

Neither of the men was very talkative anyhow and the only sounds they uttered were their sighs and grunts of joy. Kimberly made no sounds except for her muffled murmurs because her mouth was too busy to talk and too full also. As she liked to do, she gazed at the visage of the man she was sucking off so expertly and watched the grimaces of pleasure flickering across it. Larry looked at her pretty face too, reveling in the sight of his cock repeatedly vanishing and reappearing in her mouth. He believed it was the best blowjob he had ever gotten and was certain it was the best from any shoplifter he and any of his fellows had ever caught. 

Richard was rather new on the job but considered it to be the best he had ever had. The pay wasn't much but the fringe benefit he was enjoying then - great sex with a beautiful and sensuous young woman - was better than any he had ever gotten before. He could feel his climax building and knew he would come in a few minutes so he moved up on Kimberly's body and started fucking her faster while thrusting into her just as far. She responded even better than he thought she might by fucking up to meet him and by her hips starting to swivel under him, thrusting her legs out and back beside his body. 

Kimberly had felt the change and knew what was going to be happening. What she wanted was to have the man she was sucking off squirt his semen onto her tongue because she knew the taste and viscosity as she swirled it inside her mouth would enhance her own orgasm. She started moving her face faster while taking the stiff cock as far into her mouth and caressing it with her tongue. After less than another minute, she felt as it started to throb and shortened her strokes in order to catch all the man's cum where she could best relish the flavor. She also tightened her lips so none of it would leak out onto the mattress and be wasted. 




Shoplifter's Payoff



Larry felt the difference in what she was doing and was happy about it. He had felt his climax mounting and knew that, with the faster strokes he would cum within a few minutes. He wondered briefly whether he should come into her mouth or on her face and decided on the former. He was curious to see what she would do with a mouthful of his semen and hoped she would swallow it. Whatever it was to be, he knew he would find out momentarily. 

He was right. Accompanied by a loud groan of exquisite pleasure, his climax welled up inside his body and a big gob of cum spurted out through his cock. Kimberly felt it land on her tongue and got a sudden erotic rush from the flavor but that was not enough for her. She continued moving her face back and forth while sucking with her lips and was rewarded with two more spurts of what she loved to taste. Placing her thumb in front of his balls, she drew that hand toward her mouth, squeezing out all the cum that was still inside. Before finally letting go, she licked under the head and his entire shaft. Having gotten every drop, she swooshed it inside her mouth to get the full benefit of the taste and texture before letting it slip down her throat. 

A bit tired and completely satisfied sexually, Larry stepped away and sat on one of the two chairs in the office while Kimberly started to concentrate on the man who was plunging his cock into her pussy. As she anticipated, having her mouth filled with cum and swallowing it had brought her to the verge of a terrific climax so she looked up at the man and let him know what she wanted. 

"Give it to me! Fuck me good! Make me come!" As she spoke, Kim slid down on the mattress as she had done before, so the man's cock was massaging her clit with every stroke. 

Richard wanted that same contact and he also knew his own climax was not far away. He increased the speed of his thrusts and felt Kimberly's swollen clit raking his cock every time he drove it into her and again when he drew back. 

The teenager's movements grew even more frenetic. She was rocking from side to side on her big, sexy ass and her hips were once again swiveling, thrusting her legs out and back past the hips of the man who had brought her to that state. As she moaned and sobbed and whimpered of her delight, Kim's hands were stroking the sides and back of the man atop her while her pussy rammed upward to meet his thrusts into her pussy. 

"Yes! Yes! Keep fucking me," she demanded. 

Faster and faster, Richard drove his cock in and out of the hottest and wettest pussy he had ever known. He could feel his climax building inside his body but Kimberly beat him to it. 

"Oh god!" she cried joyfully and her movements became wilder than ever. 

Her thighs clamped onto her partner's legs and her arms wrapped around his body, driving her fingernails through his shirt and into his back. Kimberly's hips continued to swivel but her arms and legs had a firm grip on the man and her movements tossed him from one side of the couch to the other. Richard enjoyed the ride, especially when his body tensed, he sighed and grunted and his climax overtook him, blasting a big wad of cum into his condom. He kept pounding his cock into her until he had ejaculated two more times and was done. 

Even as he was coming, Kimberly cried out incoherently and ecstatically as she matched his climax. She rammed her pussy up against the security man for a final time while her entire body clenched briefly before relaxing under him. After her tremendous orgasm, she collapsed against the mattress, her eyes closed and her mouth partly open in a grimace of exquisite pleasure.

After his and Kimberly's tremendous climaxes, Richard remained where he was until his cock softened and slipped out of her pussy. He got up then and went to sit on the other chair while she remained lying sprawled on her back, legs spread while her juices trickled out of her pussy. All three of them, happy and sexually satisfied, rested and caught their breaths until Larry started putting his shorts and pants back on. Richard did the same and, after locating her panties on the floor where she had kicked them off during her gyrations, Kim picked them up from where they had landed. 

"Why don't you put on a pair of your new panties?" Larry suggested. 

Kim smiled at him and put on the lacy new undergarment she had displayed for the men before and put her soiled panties and the other new ones into her purse. Larry and Richard watched and decided they really did look good on her. 

Richard reached into a drawer in the desk and removed a small plastic bag emblazoned with the store name and logo. "Put them in here," he suggested. "If the merchandise is in a bag, nobody will question you." 

She did as he suggested before putting on the rest of her clothing and straightening and smoothing her blouse with her hands. All three people, happy with the day's great sex and Kim quite appreciative of her fancy new undergarments, got up and left the office, her to go home and the two men to resume their duties.



Shoplifting



Natasha and I were walking down Moenckberg strasse window shopping. I kept one eye on Natasha as she walked. Well...more her legs; her short white skirt flounced and bounced, as she walked. The tops of her tanned thighs burst into view for a tantalizing few seconds before being covered up again by the fall of the soft material.

The tan that she had been working on all summer had made her skin a light golden brown, it almost didn't look natural. 

Her tight pink top didn't help to divert my attention either; I had just the right view to look down her top, the straps and tops of her cups poked out of the top of her shirt, as they pushed her golden boobs against her chest making lots of cleavage. She had died her shoulder length hair fluorescent green, in celebration of summer, I kept hoping that it would glow in the dark, but that never happened. Combined with her green eyes she looked even more pixyish than usual.

At H&Mã Natasha decided to go in and see what they had. As we browsed around looking at all the different clothing items, we gradually made our way to the lingerie section, the center piece of this section was a display of silk panties and bras with the Hamburg shield in the middle. Natasha was very excited to see these, as we had been looking for something unique to take back to the States with us. So she found a panty and bra set in her size and took them into the changing booth.

When she came back out, she just had the bra with her. "I'll just go with this," she said with a wink, as we walked over to the cash register to pay. As we went over I noticed Natasha walking a little weird; she was pressing her thighs tightly together, I asked if she was alright, she replied that she was fine.

After we made our purchase, we went back outside to find nighttime had grown while we were inside. So we made our way back down the main shopping section back to the train station. 

As the train started up back towards home, her arms rise above her head then fall back down to her sides in an enormous yawn. Sliding down the seat of the chair, she leans her head back, resting against the head of the chair, as her dainty, green painted hands, smooth out her short skirt and front.

"Hmmm, that's better," she purrs, licking her lips. Smiling like a Cheshire cat, her had creeps slowly down to the bottom of her skirt and starts pulling it up. 

Suddenly her eyes see something behind me. She jumps in her seat and pulls her skirt back down, glowing bright red as a pretty conductor asks us for our tickets, a little flushed, we showed her our University IDs which act as trains passes.

After she leaves, Natasha starts giggling uncontrollably for a minute, "that was close!" she gushes. Taking a deep breath, she tells me to keep a look out for anyone coming up behind her. Again she slowly raises up her skirt, to show me her naked pussy. 

My heart jumps at this, "Since when did you stop wearing underwear?" I teased. 

She just sticks her tongue out at me in reply. She reaches between her pussy lips and pulls out the silk pair of panties from the store, a soft moan escapes her lips as she does!

Grinning she slips the panties all the way out, and puts them in my hand. They're soaked with her juices, I bring them up to my nose, they're over flowing with her scent.

"OK, now its you're turn, "Natasha said with a Cheshire Cat grin.

"Huh?" 

"I want you to masturbate, right here, while I watch!" she said, leaning in, so no one could possibly hear. With that she leaned back in her seat, watching me expectantly.

My heart started beating even faster, I thought I was going to have a heart attack, I looked around and told her to keep a look out for me, she nodded eagerly. I slid forward in my seat and unbuttoned my jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly. Wiggling a little bit I opened my fly wide enough that I could pull my underwear down and take out my cock. I heard her gasp as I did, I looked up to see her staring greedily at my cock, as it jumps in time with, my now racing, heart beat, licking her lips in anticipation.

Slowly, very slowly, I began to slide my hand up and down, feeling it growing with each beat of my heart. I was already semi hard from watching Natasha's little display, not I was swelling up to my full 5 inches. I kept looking around to see if anyone had noticed, but the nearest person was two seats down, and in the same isle as us. I jerk forward, hard, as the first wave a pleasure came over me. I knew it wouldn't take long to come, it was my first time in a public area, with people around.

The pleasure was getting to be too much, I was bucking my hips, slightly, trying to hold off the inevitable. Suddenly, I gasped, heart doing Olympic level gymnastics; The stewardess was coming!

I nearly had a heart attack, I pulled my jeans back up, but my fingers were shaking so much I couldn't do the zipper up, Natasha kept telling me to hurry up. 

It was no good, the stewardess was at the couple just before us. Natasha leapt off her seat and sat down on my lap. Her pussy lips were wet, and were nestled right over my swollen cock. She wiggled on top of me, easing my cock into her with her hands and smoothed her skirt out over her legs, and crossing them, so no one could see anything.

We both followed the stewardess with our eyes as she passed. We had already shown her our passes so she wouldn't check again. She simply smiled at us, lingering a little longer than necessary, I thought, then we were all along again.

As she passed us, and went into the next section, all the tension and anxiety gushed out of my body, and I slumped back into my seat. "That was close."

"I know, exiting wasn't it?' Natasha gushed, wiggling her tight little butt into my cock, "well, now that I'm hear, I might as well enjoy it," she cooed, looking at me over her shoulder, her green eyes filled with excitement.

"Be careful, we don't want you getting pregnant," I warned, patting her tummy.

She just grinned back and blew me a kiss as she turned around and began, clenching and unclenching her vaginal muscles, moving her hips up and down slightly in beat with her Kegals. I pumped up and down as best I could, matching her rhythm. Soon I was coming, and had to bite her neck gently to keep from moaning. By that time, our stop had come up. Natasha stood up, let her skirt stay ridden up as she turned around to help me, zip up. As I stood up, we kissed for a minute before getting off the Train and over to where the buses were. 

"I can't wait to see what you do with those panties when we get back," I whispered to her, squeezing her ass.

As I said those words, she stopped dead in her tracks, she turned to face me, her eyes wide in shock, "Oh no! My panties, we forgot them on the train!"



Shoplifting Incident



I was at home marking papers for my class and my husband was in the living room watching television when there was a knock at the door. I ignored it figuring that my husband would get it. In a few moments my husband was in the doorway.

"Beth, there are two policemen here and they want to see you."

I frowned at him but I rose and walked out of our kitchen into the front room. There were two rather large men standing there and they both flashed badges at me. I stood, wondering what they wanted.

"Mrs. Johnson, we have a very disquieting report about theft and thought we should come around to clear it up."

"Well, I will be happy to help you."

"Very good. Now Mrs. Johnson, do you shop at Valerie's?"

"Well, yes, I do."

"There have been some accusations that you have stolen several items from the store."

I just stared at him as he took out a notebook and opened it.

"It seems that you are accused of stealing, ah, three bras and ah, five pairs of underpants, woman's underpants."

"I did no such thing!"

"Can you produce a receipt for the items? You do admit that you have several items from Valerie's, don't you?"

How did they know that? I just stared at them, blankly.

"Mrs. Johnson?"

"Ah, yes, I do shop there."

"Well, do you have these items?" "Well, yes, I have some underthings from Valerie's, but my husband was with me when I bought them and he paid for them."

I looked at my husband and the two officers did also.

"Mr. Johnson, do you have a receipt for the items in question?"

My husband looked at me and then at the policemen. 

"Ah, no, when we came home Beth threw the bag away."

I stared at him, my mouth working soundlessly.

"Well, since you do not have evidence of purchase, we'll have to take the items in as evidence. Mrs. Johnson, would you please get them."

I stood, rooted to the floor. I was in shock. I had never shoplifted anything and here I was being accused of theft. The largest officer stood and took my arm. 

"Where are they Mrs. Johnson?"

"U-u-upstairs."

I hated the way my voice cracked and the fear I felt in my stomach. I hadn't done anything; my husband had paid for everything. This had to be dream, it couldn't be happening! The large officer gently pulled me to the stairs and like a convict heading to the gallows I walked. I climbed the stairs with the officer behind me, his face at the level of my bottom, making me very aware of his eyes on me. I shuddered inside.

We walked to our bedroom, and I haltingly walked to my dresser, pulling open my underwear drawer. As I picked through it, intending to take out the Valerie's things, I felt his presence behind me. He was peering over my shoulder at my underwear. He gently moved me aside and pulled the entire drawer out.

"Are there any others?"

I felt blood rush to my face.

"Ah, yes."

"Where are they?"

"I-I-in the hamper."

"You mean dirty underthings?"

I shuddered again and could only nod.

"Get them."

I walked slowly to the bathroom where our hamper was. I was so embarrassed! He stood outside the bathroom door, watching as I sorted through the clothes, taking out my used underpants and one bra.

"Is that it, then?"

"Y-y-yes."

"Downstairs, Mrs. Johnson."

I clutched my soiled underpants and bra to my chest and haltingly walked down the stairs with him following me. I walked into the living room. My husband was sitting in a chair and the other officer was on the couch. The large officer walked by me as I stopped, still clutching my soiled clothes to my chest. He overturned the dresser drawer, dumping all my underthings on the coffee table.

"Would you please take out the Valerie's items, Mrs. Johnson."

I knelt before the coffee table, hiding my soiled underpants and bra between my legs. I flushed as I began to pick through my underthings. I was so embarrassed as they saw my two thongs and two pairs of sheer french cut underpants that I bought for my husband. There was also a push up bra that left my nipples bare, that was also for my husband and now two strangers were seeing them. I put the few Valerie's things to the side. When I had finished they picked up each item, checking the tags to be sure they were from Valerie's. The two sheer panties were in that pile and I flushed as they looked at them, seeing that they hid nothing. One of them smirked at me. My face was burning.

"Is that all, Mrs. Johnson? We have two pairs of pants and two bras. Records show that there are five pairs of pants and three bras. Where are the others?"

I trembled and handed them the two pairs of soiled underpants. I dropped the other bra on the pile of clothes that were not from Valerie's. They checked the underpants, inside and out, smirking at me as they noticed the soiled gusset of the underpants. I could have died of shame. My husband sat like a lump on his chair, not believing what was happening.

"There is a pair of pants and a bra missing."

I mumbled.

"Speak up Mrs. Johnson."

"I-I-I have them on."

"Well, let's see them."

I looked at him in shock and my arms instinctively clutched my body. They couldn't be serious. I stood staring at them.

"Mrs. Johnson, we can do this here in the privacy of your home or we can do it at the station house."

I began to cry as I hesitantly gripped the bottom of my T-shirt. Closing my eyes I pulled it up and over my head, standing with my bra exposed. I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling faint. My eyes went to my husband. He was staring at them and me. The large officer stood up and walked behind me. He pulled out my bra strap roughly, making me gasp.

"Ah, yes, this is one."

He came to my front and moved my hands to my sides. Then he pulled out each cup and peered down. A large hand went in my left bra cup, feeling the material, the backs of his large fingers rubbing over my nipple. I sucked in a breath, wanting my husband to object to this, but he stared at me, saying nothing. I looked at him and his face was white. I was sucking in air as the large officer removed his hand and pulled the right cup out and felt inside that one also.

"No other tags, sir."

"Mrs. Johnson, please remove the item and place it with the others."

"I can't!"

"As I said, we can do this here or at the station."

The horror of being led, handcuffed, into the police station made me almost swoon. The school administration would never understand.

Trembling, I reached behind myself and unhooked the bra. I slipped the straps down and with one arm covering my breasts, I removed it. Then I laid it on the small pile of incriminating underpants and bras. They both smirked at me. I had to be scarlet! My nipples had erected and I felt a telltale trickle of moisture between my legs, which embarrassed me even more.

"The pants, Mrs. Johnson?"

I stumbled backwards until my legs touched a chair and then I sat, heavily. My husband was watching intently as were the two policemen. I bent over to hide my breasts and untied my shoes. I pushed them off with my fingers and Unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Squirming, I pushed them down my legs and off, still bent over. When my jeans were in a tangle beside my chair and I was only wearing my underpants and socks, the older officer spoke.

"Stand up Mrs. Johnson."

I clutched an arm to my breasts and pushed myself up with the other hand. The younger of the two stood, walked behind me, pushing me forward and then pulled out the back of my underpants. I sucked in a breath. He peered down the back of my underpants at my ass, then thrust a hand down them. He squeezed my ass, making me suck in another breath. He peeled the waistband back to check the tag. Then he moved in front of me and pulled out the front of my underpants, peering at my bush. His hand snaked in, feeling for another tag, his knuckles pressing against my pussy. I shut my eyes, willing this humiliation to be over.

"They appear to be the pants, sir."

"Mrs. Johnson, we will need those as evidence also."

I shrieked silently in my mind. He couldn't be serious! The younger officer stood back. The older looked at me. I was paralyzed. He reached for his handcuffs and I shrieked soundlessly. I pictured myself being led into the station house with my hands handcuffed behind me in only my underpants! My hands went to my underpants, baring my breasts and erect nipples. I pushed them down to my ankles and stepped out of them. Then I bent, one hand covering my bush, leaving my breasts bare. I picked up the underpants and held them tightly.

"Put them on the pile, Mrs. Johnson."

I took two small steps forward and dropped the balled up underpants on the pile of incriminating lingerie. My face was burning up and my nipples were so hard and stiff they hurt. I backed up and started to sit on the chair behind me.

"Please remain standing, Mrs. Johnson and hands at your sides."

Unwillingly, I let my hands drop, baring me totally to both officers and my husband. I was so humiliated! The two officers sat on the couch, poking through my underthings, making notes. From time to time they would look up at me, standing, naked but for socks in front of them. I had to close my eyes, but in a few seconds, I opened them. I watched them paw through my dainty underthings, from time to time smirking and looking at my bare breasts and pussy.

"Mrs. Johnson, we'll need a bag for the evidence."

My husband stood.

"No sir, she can get it."

I sucked in a breath and walked to kitchen, knowing that my bare ass was jiggling behind me. I heard a couple of snickers and flushed redder. When I was in the kitchen I leaned against the wall, shivering. 

"Mrs. Johnson?"

I stood up and found a bag under the sink. I walked back with it held in front of my pussy, but my breasts jiggled and swayed with my steps. They were still seated; watching me as was my husband. Watching my bare breasts!

"Would you please come here and count the items, Mrs. Johnson."

I walked over and knelt beside the coffee table. I clamped my thighs together. I counted five pairs of underpants and three bras. 

"Put them in the bag, please."

I picked up each one and put them in the bag, my bare body, my naked body, trembling. Each shiver made my breasts jiggle. The younger office took the bag from my hand and stood behind me, staring at my bare ass. The older one pushed all my other underthings off the coffee table and laid down a piece of paper all the way across the coffee table from me.

"Please sign this receipt, Mrs. Johnson."

He held it down and handed me a pen. I had to lift up and lean across the table to reach the paper. The officer behind me chuckled. I turned even redder as I realized that my pussy had to be peeking between my thighs. I had never been so ashamed. 

"Check and read back the items to me, please."

I knew he was doing that so I had to stay bent over, showing my ass and pussy to the other officer. One of my nipples brushed the table, sending an electric shock through me.

"Ah, um, one white bra, one blue transparent bra, one skimpy red bra, ah, two pairs of transparent white pants, one soiled blue panty, one soiled transparent blue thong, one soiled red thong."

"Is that everything, Mrs. Johnson?"

"Y-y-yes."

"Please sign the receipt."

I signed, very aware of the officer behind me staring at my pussy, my pussy that was very hot and moist. My breasts swayed and jiggled as I signed my name. I looked up as I finished, seeing the older officer, the one in charge, smirking at my bare breasts, my erect nipples. I was so embarrassed. He stood up.

"Would you see us out Mrs. Johnson."

I stood up, defeated, and slowly walked to the door with them following me, watching my bare ass jiggling before them. I stood aside and opened the door, trying to hide behind it, but they pushed it open wide, leaving me in plain view of the hall.

They both turned to me and held out their right hands.

"Thank you for being so cooperative, Mrs. Johnson."

They both smirked at me and looked up and down my naked body, my breasts, and my bush, my obviously glistening pussy lips, which had swollen quite noticeably and were clearly visible between my thighs. I stupidly stood there, in plain view and shook each hand, my breasts bouncing and jiggling as they firmly shook mine.

"We'll be in touch, Mrs. Johnson."

As they turned to go away down the hall, the door across from me opened and our neighbors the Hanson's stepped out. Mrs. Hanson gasped and Mr. Hanson smiled at me, standing in our doorway, naked but for socks.

In a daze, I gazed at them.

"Good evening Mr. Hanson, Mrs. Hanson."

Without even noticing her shocked expression or his of obvious delight, I stepped back and slowly closed the door. Then I sank to my knees on the floor in our entryway and covered my face with my hands.



Shoplifting is a Crime



This is a complete story. All chapters are included.

...

Shoplifting has always been a considerable expense for most businesses, and the resulting costs from loss and the attempts to prevent theft always get passed on to the consumers in the end.

For some shoplifters, stealing is a way to stay alive, and while it is still a crime, an homeless old man swiping a can of tuna is more sad than criminal.

The kleptomaniacs, those people for whom stealing is a persistent neurotic habit, are something else altogether, and businesses have learned that prosecution is the best deterrent.

But then there's the Real Value Pharmacy in Clinton, New York...

*****

Chapter One: Always at closing time.

"Girl, you got to be kidding!"

Rufus stared at the screen while the brazen blonde yanked the security tab off of the package of lipstick before dropping it in her purse and sauntering down the aisle. 

"Always got to be at closing time too," the security guard said in disgust while flying out the door to intercept the thief, who was waltzing out to the mall just as he caught up with her.

"Excuse me miss," Rufus said as he planted his burly six-foot frame in front of the skinny little blonde, who couldn't have been more than 5'2" and 100 pounds soaking wet. "I'm going to have to ask you to step back in the store."

"I don't have time for this," the girl pouted.

"Neither do I girlie," Rufus said, herding her back toward the store while making sure he didn't touch her in the process."

"But I don't know what this is about."

"It's about the Cover Girl lipstick you've got in your purse, and it's about the security tab you tore off of it, and it's about the camera that caught it all," Rufus said as they inched back into the store entrance. "You want to do this easy or hard?"

"Hate to embarrass you in public," Rufus said, while the stragglers began to exit the mall. "Your choice."

"I'll go in with you, but you're making a big mistake."

The little blonde marched back in the store with a bounce in her step and attitude galore, while Rufus calmly followed.

"Cover Girl here has a bit of a shopping problem," Rufus explained to the manager, who was up front helping the cashiers close down for the night. "We'll use the service entrance, so you can lock up."

The manager nodded while the blonde stood there waiting with her arms crossed in front of her chest, acting like she was offended by having to wait for him.

"Straight back girlie," Rufus said, walking with her to the back of the store, pausing to grab the little tab that the girl had flipped behind the display and holding it up for her to see. "Remember this?"

The girl made a face as she kept walking with Rufus, all the way back to the plain door in the back of the store, which led to the room with the security cameras. Opening the door for the blonde, she looked around at the various screens while losing none of her snotty attitude.

"They prosecute here, just so you know," Rufus said. "You need to take the lipstick out of your purse, along with anything else you got during your shopping spree."

The blonde kept her chin up and her attitude defiant as she stared back at the security guard, but after a minute of this she made a little huffing noise and reached into her purse, pulling out the lipstick and tossing it on the table.

"Happy?" she snorted.

"No, I would have been a hell of a lot happier if you stole somewhere else tonight instead of coming in here," Rufus replied. "Now, if you've got anything else in there, why don't you give it up now. If the police find it, that will make it worse for you."

"Police?" the blonde snapped. "Why are you making a big deal out of this. It's a fucking eight dollar lipstick."

"That is the big deal! It's the fucking eight dollar lipstick you stole," Rufus said. "That's the big deal. You know how much extra all the honest people pay for stuff just because you're a thief? Now I'll ask you again. Do you have anything else that you didn't pay for?"

The blonde shook her head and rolled her eyes while looking up to the ceiling, and then went back into the purse and pulled out a tube of Teen Spirit deodorant, throwing it down on the counter.

"Pick it up, please," Rufus said after it skidded to the ground, and that pissed the blonde off even more.

Rufus looked at the girl's butt as she bent over; a tiny ass that was packed tightly into a pair of denim shorts that looked painted on. Her legs were shapely but skinny, and the tiny calf muscles swelled as she bent over to pick the deodorant up.

"Happy?" the blonde snorted.

"That all?" Rufus asked, raising an eyebrow while kicking himself for missing her stealing the Teen Spirit. "Anything stuck up under your blouse, between your legs or wedged up under your arms?"

"What do you think I am?" the blonde snorted.

"We both know what you are," Rufus chuckled. "You know, I know and the camera knows."

"Well, you've had your fun. Embarrassing the white girl. Let's just cut to the chase here."

"What's the color of your skin got to do with it?" Rufus asked. "And we are cutting to the chase. Give your snotty attitude to the cops when they haul your ass down to the station. Matrons will find anything else you've got on you. They dig deep too."

"Do you know who I am?" the blonde said with her nose in the air.

"Besides a thief?" Rufus snapped.

"Ever hear of Truman Wilson?"

Rufus picked up the phone receiver as he looked at the blonde who had lost none of her impudence and was apparently expecting him to start genuflecting at the mention of the name of the county's district attorney.

"You don't look anything like the picture on your campaign stuff," Rufus laughed. 

"He's my father," the blonde snorted. "Get it?"

Rufus got the picture alright, and he knew what was probably going to happen. He would call the police, they would take her to the station, and her old man would get her off after playing footsie with the corporation that owned the drug store.

All neat and clean, and this little thief would waltz off without a criminal record, like she had done in the past most likely. Set free to steal from somebody else. Rufus realized, but this girl's attitude needed some bringing down.

"Does he know he has a thief for a daughter, or doesn't he care?" Rufus asked. "Think he's going to be pissed off about this, or has he hauled your ass out of the fire too many times to remember already? How old are you girlie? 14?"

"Fourteen?" she snapped, sticking her chest out and trying to act adult. "I'll have you know I'm eighteen."

"You don't look it," Rufus commented, surveying the skinny girl's frame, noting the lack of much of anything of substance under the girl's sweater. "Well, the cops can treat you like an adult since you're old enough."

"Wait!" the blonde said, putting her delicately manicured hand over the big black mitt that had started to punch the police station's phone numbers on the keypad of the phone. "Why don't I just pay you for it?"

"Why didn't you do that in the beginning?" Rufus said, looking with disdain at the thick wad of bills in the girl's designer wallet.

"Too late for that now," Rufus said, returning to the phone.

"Please," the girl said, her voice cracking. "I have ... kind of a problem. Taking stuff. You know?"

"Of course I know. That's what this is all about."

"Well, I could make it worth your while to - like pretend this never happened," the blonde said as she fished through her bills before pulling out a bunch of 20's and presenting them to Rufus. "You probably don't make a lot of money here."

"What's your name girlie?" Rufus said while looking at the hand that held the bills, probably a couple hundred dollars held in the pale hand that had a bit of a tremble to it.

"Muffin," the girl croaked. "Muffin Bryant-Wilson."

"Well, Ms. Muffin Bryant hyphen Wilson," Rufus said contemptuously. "You don't need to worry about how much I make. What I make, I earn. I'm not a thief. You can put your daddy's money away. He'll probably need it to bribe a cop or somebody else to get you out of this, and what the hell kind of a name is Muffin anyway? I thought my cousin Aquanette had a goofy name!"

"Please," she said with more urgency as Rufus went back to the phone. "My friends - they call me Muffy."

"That's nice, Muffin."

"If it's not money you want, then maybe I could do something else for you," Muffy said. "Maybe my father could get you a job."

"I've got a job."

"A better job then," Muffy said.

"No thanks," Rufus said.

"Then how about - uh - something else?"

"What you got in mind?" Rufus asked.

Muffy looked at the man for a minute, and then raised her hand and made a stroking motion with it.

"You have got to be shitting me!" Rufus roared, his laugh so loud that Muffy cringed in response. 

**

Chapter Two: Negotiations.

"What?" Muffy asked while Rufus laughed at her, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You're probably all stressed out," Muffy said, her shaking hands coming up to the chest of Rufus and nervously rubbing her hands over the blue uniform shirt. "I could make you feel real good."

"Is that right?" Rufus asked while he enjoyed the awkward teenager's attempt at seduction, which was something she obviously wasn't used to doing.

Just pout them lips and all those country club boys come running, Rufus thought. Seducing a man was another thing, and obviously not something she was used to trying to do.

"Well this ain't high school, Muffin," Rufus said, still unable to get past the name. "And I ain't had a hand job since back then."

"Then what do you want?" Muffy asked. "You mean, you want me to..."

Muffin tentatively brought her thumb up near her mouth and opened it, causing Rufus to chuckle and shake his head.

"Do I want you to suck your thumb?" Rufus grinned. 

"No, I meant - you know - your dick," Muffy said. "If you let me go I'll do it. I'll suck it."

"That sounds pathetic. I mean, don't sound so excited about it," Rufus snapped. "What are you afraid of? Scared my color might come off? Think my black dick will rub off on that lily-white skin of yours?"

"No, of course not," Muffy huffed, putting her hands on the bare triceps of Rufus as if they were radioactive. "I have many black friends."

"Oh, I'll bet the Bryant hyphen Wilson mansion is crawling with us black folk," Rufus snapped. "All the brothers and sisters sitting around the pool singing Kumbaya and sipping Margaritas while talking about their stock options with the D.A. and his family."

"Why do you hate me so? Is it because I'm white? Or it is all people with money you loathe? Jealous?" Muffy retorted, a little of her arrogance returning along with some color in her cheeks.

"Maybe," Rufus said, taking her hand off of his arm while holding her wrist firmly. "What I really hate is people that think they can skate through life because of who their Daddy is, and think because they bat their eyelashes at somebody they can get away with anything, while poor people end up in jail for a whole lot less than what I'll bet you've pulled so far in your life!"

"Please don't be mad. Uh - what's your name?" Muffy asked, her attitude changing with the anger building in the security guard's voice, and bringing her hand up to the name plate on his shirt, whispered, "R.L. King. What does the R.L. stand for?"

"Why do you want to know?" Rufus asked. "Think we're gonna get married someday?"

"If we're going to be friends, we should know each other's names. You know mine."

"Rufus Lee King," he answered. "My parents had a sense of humor."

"I meant it, Rufus" Muffy said, her lower lip quivering. "I would do what I said to you."

"Suck my dick?" Rufus said. "No. It's a start, but not enough."

"Then what - what do you want?" Muffy said, tears welling in her eyes.

"Just a few things."

*** 

Chapter Three: The few things.

"Make the check payable to Real Value Pharmacy," Rufus said, and watched as the girl wrote in a penmanship that was likely a lot neater under different circumstances, and after she paid for the things she had stolen, Rufus weeded through the contents of the purse that Muffin had emptied out onto the table.

"Hmmm - looks like Muffin Bryant-Wilson isn't as pure and innocent as I thought," Rufus mused, first picking up the two foil-wrapped squares before setting them back down amidst the other crap from her purse.

"Here," Muffy said, handing him the check.

"Now come over here," Rufus said, leading Muffy over to a mark on the floor before going over to the camera. "When I tell you to smile, I want you to give me the biggest shit-eating grin you've got."

After hitting a button on the camera, Rufus hurried over to stand next to Muffy and quickly put his arm around her shoulder.

"Smile," Rufus said, opening his mouth wide and showing his pearly whites just before the click of the camera.

"No good," Rufus said, showing the photo to Muffy after it developed. "You look like you're going to an execution. We got all night, unless you want the police to handle this. Now smile like you mean it!"

The second photo came out much better. It was almost as if the 45 year old black guy with the graying hair and the 18 year old blonde waif were long lost lovers, judging by the looks of joy on their faces.

"Much nicer," Rufus said approvingly, showing the picture to Muffy, whose face had lost that glow and had gone back to being pensive. "Now the note." 

Muffy wrote on the pad of paper while Rufus dictated, and after he finished, asked for a little addition to the bottom.

"That's nice," Rufus said, reviewing the brief love note Muffy had written to him, professing how much she was looking forward to tonight, and the little heart on the bottom made it even nicer.

It wasn't foolproof, but having the girl's smile and love note would make it a lot easier if she tried to accuse him of something afterward. After folding the paper and putting it in his pocket, Rufus nodded to Muffy.

"Get your clothes off, Muffin."

Muffy pulled the blouse over her head, mussing her flawless blonde mane momentarily until she shrugged it back over her shoulders and began unbuttoning her blouse.

"Got a lot of layers there don't you?" Rufus asked. "Did you pay for all them clothes, or do you shop at The Gap like you do here?"

Muffy got the blouse unbuttoned, and while she took it off and folded it, Rufus shook her head. She was wearing a satin pink bra that hid very little, but there didn't seem to be all that much to hide, and she was very skinny - almost frighteningly so.

"Girlie, you should eat a burger or something," Rufus said, while the blonde fumbled with the button on her denim shorts. "Ain't nothing to you at all."

The shorts came down, exposing her pale legs, which were quite shapely but so skinny that he thought he could put his hand all the way around her calf.

"More woman than you've ever had," Muffy said, but her defiant attitude was falling apart as she folded her shorts and put them with her blouse.

"We'll see about that," Rufus said, undoing his tie before unbuttoning his shirt.

Given the sorry state of his love life since his wife had run off four years ago with the crack dealer she had been seeing behind his back for who knows how long, the pickings had been slim, so it had been a long time since he had anything to compare Muffy with.

Not his type, that was for sure. Way too skinny, and not much on top or bottom, although there was no denying she was attractive. With her sparkling blonde hair and a flawless complexion, she probably did have the guys lined up, and if she had a better attitude, she would be a lot better looking in his eyes.

Then again, if she wasn't a thief, there was no way this little debutante would be taking her clothes off for an old black guy with love handles in the back room of a drug store.

"Let's go girlie," Rufus said. "The bra and panties."

For second, Rufus thought she was going to start crying, but she swallowed and reached up and undid the little clasp in the front of the brassiere, reluctantly opening it up and pulling it off her bony shoulders.

Her hands came up, covering her breasts with her hands, but not before Rufus had seen the tiny buds. They weren't even big enough to call them breasts, as they were more like modest swells on her chest, with rose pink nipples that looked smaller than his own.

Her hands came down to the elastic on the top of the matching pink panties, which were cut so severely that he was shocked when no hair was visible. After the panties came down, it became obvious why, because she was completely hairless between her legs. Her raised mound was as smooth as could be, with nary a trace of hair to be found.

As Muffy raised her arms to pull her hair back over her shoulders, she revealed her underarms, with were glistening with perspiration, and Rufus was not surprised to see that her armpits were as smooth as the rest of her.

"Just making sure you're really eighteen, girlie" Rufus said as he checked her driver's license, which proved that not only was Muffin Bryant-Wilson actually 18, she would be 19 next month. "You don't look it, that's for sure. Guess I'm used to women who are a whole lot more... let's just say more well developed."

Tears started to flow down her reddened cheeks as her hands came back up to cover her breasts, and as her lower lip started shaking again Rufus felt a little guilty about the way he was treating her. He wanted to knock the snotty attitude out of her, not destroy her.

"Relax there girlie," Rufus said.

"Please don't call me girlie."

"Okay, Muffin," Rufus replied, still unable to get around the name, and as he let his pants fall to the floor and stepped out of his boxers, he watched her eyes go to his crotch.

****

Chapter Four: Muffin's thoughts.

"I thought you guys all had - you know - big ones," Muffy said as she looked at Rufus pulling on his flaccid member.

"You guys?"

"You know what I mean," Muffy responded. "Black men. You're all supposed to have gigantic penises. I had a boyfriend who had a really big one. Way bigger than yours is."

"Sorry to disappoint to, Muffin," Rufus said. "Guess you spend too much time on the Internet. Only got about 6 or 7 inches here - little more maybe - although it gets real thick when it gets excited. Anyway, you should have no problem getting it as big as it can get, seeing how you're used to handling much bigger ones."

With his free hand, Rufus motioned her closer while pulling and stretching his uncircumcised cock with the other, and when she got close enough to him, he put his hand on her bony shoulder and eased her down to her knees.

Muffy reached over and put her hands his hips, staring at the dark black stub while Rufus slid the foreskin back over the black-cherry hued crown, and when he got tired of waiting for her he brought the head of his manhood to Muffy's mouth.

"You're boring it to tears just staring at it," Rufus growled, and grabbed the back of her head to pull her closer. "If you're the woman you claim to be, try and prove it!"

Muffy looked up at Rufus, and then back at his cock, before finally bringing her mouth to it. Her lips slid down the length of the limp organ until her nose hit the coarse curls of his pubes.

Her hair was so soft and silky smooth, Rufus thought while he ran his hand through her golden locks, and the sight of that pale white face going down on his dark black tool was such a stark contrast that he felt his cock surge almost immediately. In seconds, Muffy had stopped deep- throating him and was now struggling to open her mouth wide enough to accommodate him.

Her tiny hand wrapped halfway around the base of his cock while her face was contorting, her lips opened as far as they could while her teeth scraped the tender skin of his member, as she started to gag and gasp for breath.




Shoplifting is a Crime



"That big-dicked boyfriend of yours must have been really frustrated, seeing how you can't even handle this little thing," Rufus scoffed, watching Muffy attempt to keep her lips going up and down the head of his cock. 

It wasn't the first time a woman had struggled with his thickness, but this girl was really fighting it. Somehow, her clumsy attempts at sucking his cock were so cute that it made up for the fact that she was doing so badly at it.

"Enough of that shit," Rufus said after her teeth raked his tender glans once too often. "Get up on the table."

"Can I - we?" Muffy said, pointing toward the condoms on the table.

"Go ahead, but I don't think you're gonna have too much luck with them."

Muffy went over to the table, her little pale butt wiggling nicely as she went, and after she opened the foil with her teeth she came back over to Rufus, kneeling down before his thick stump, which still sparkled with her saliva.

"Never put one of them on a man before?" Rufus asked, enjoying watching her trying to slide the sheath over the fat head of his cock.

"Yes, I have," Muffy sniffed, and then gasped as the latex tore when she did manage to get it started down his cock.

"Got another one," Muffy said, getting to her feet and returning with the second one, eying the swollen cock that swung in front of him with a cautious glare.

"You ought to consider," Rufus said just before the last condom ruptured before it even got the the swollen ridge of the glans, "that you ought to get Magnums next time, seeing as all your boyfriends have real big dicks."

"Can we?" Muffy said, pointing toward the store. 

"Let you steal some rubbers?" 

"No, I'll buy them," Muffy said. "I swear."

"That door is locked," Rufus said. "It stays locked too. Nobody can get in or out, and you running around out there would trigger the motion detectors. We go out the back when we go. Either you with me or you with the police. Now make up your mind. Get up on the table or get dressed and wait for the cops."

*****

Chapter Five: Decisions.

Muffy walked slowly over to the table, and Rufus reached under her arms and eased her up onto it, noting the perfect height it was going to be by the way her pussy lined up with his cock.

"Let's see what we've got here," Rufus mused, his hands coming up to gently caress Muffy's breast buds, and her pea-sized nipples were stiff even before his fingers touched them.

"This feel nice?" Rufus asked while his middle and index fingers, along with his thumbs, tweaked the tiny tits while Muffy's chest heaved with her frantic breathing.

"Let's see what we have down here," Rufus thought aloud, and when his hand slid down to the smooth delta, he felt a shiver go down his spine.

"Damn, that feels strange," Rufus said while sliding his hand up and down her smooth mound. "Girl your age don't any hair down there?"

"Waxed," Muffy said in a choked whisper.

"Really?" Rufus asked. "Why you go do that?"

"Dunno," Muffy said, shrugging her shoulders while her body quivered. "We all do. My friends."

"Not a real good reason," Rufus opined just before sliding his finger inside of her hairless opening. "I like a woman that looks like a woman." 

"Oh!" Muffy cried out as Rufus slid his fat index finger into her, and as he slid it all the way in they both gasped.

"You're so tight," Rufus exclaimed as the tight opening clamped around his digit. "And wet too. You're liking this, aren't you Muffin?"

Rufus reached down and took his semi-erection in his hand, stroking it a couple of times to bring it fully back to life, before bringing the fat head of his manhood up to the opening of her pussy, rubbing the crown along the channel and making the head shine with her wetness.

"Damn," Rufus gasped, the sight of that black cherry colored cock against that pale white skin making him a bit light-headed.

Rufus continued to stroke the tip of his cock up and down the lips of her pussy, and just before he put himself inside of Muffy, he glanced up at her.

Her tear-streaked face was also looking down, but as he listened to her whimpering, somehow it all felt so wrong. Rufus had managed to avoid situations like this in the past, even though they had been possible from time to time, and now, with the girl's formerly arrogant and snotty attitude having been replaced with the broken and terrified teenager before him, it all felt wrong.

"Get dressed," Rufus snapped, pulling himself away from the girl. "Get out and don't come back in this store again."

"What?" Muffy said with a sniffle.

"You heard me," Rufus said. "This ain't me. I don't do shit like this. Go home, and stop stealing."

"Mr. King?" Muffy whispered as Rufus went over and took her neatly folded blouse and shorts in his hand and brought them over to the girl still perched on the table.

"Here," Rufus said, handing her the clothes while averting his eyes, trying not to look at the naked teenager. 

Muffy took the clothes and threw them on the floor before grabbing Rufus by the shoulder and pulling him toward herself.

"Don't you want me?" Muffy said, her hand reaching down and grabbing his now-flaccid cock, pulling at the rubbery tube hard.

"Not like this," Rufus said, feeling his cock surge in her hand.

"I want you like this," Muffy said, starting to rub the head of his cock up and down her pussy just like he had done to her.

His cock now hard again, Rufus looked into her pale blue eyes, and while she nodded encouragement, he felt her pull him inside of her. Pulling wasn't going to do the trick alone, as it took Rufus leaning hard towards her before his cock popped inside her tender opening.

Muffy screamed as his cock slammed inside of her, the thick member burrowing into the tight membrane until his balls slapped into her crotch. He started thrusting into Muffy fast and hard, and she grunted with every penetration, falling back onto the table.

On her back, Muffin's tiny breasts completely disappeared, the sight of which he found disconcerting, so Rufus pulled her back to a sitting position. Muffy was now upright again, and when she wrapped her legs around his ass, they began slamming themselves together as hard as they could.

"OMIGOD!" Muffy cried out, and that one word became a mantra - a aalmost frantic repetition of the word, as she wrapped her arms around his sweaty shoulders and hung on for dear life.

Her teeth sunk into his collarbone as her pussy clamped down around him, and after she came she began scratching and clawing at him, imploring him to keep going.

"Harder," Muffy whimpered. "Faster."

She was in some kind of a zone, and Rufus found himself unable to resist, and even began to find himself getting caught up in it as well. He lifted Muffy up like she was a rag doll, and as he crouched his thighs he let her bounce up and down on him while he walked her over to the wall.

He moved her against the wall, a little harder than he meant to, because a picture fell off the wall when her back hit the surface, but Muffy not only didn't mind, it seemed to inspire her.

Now they were both grunting and tearing at each other like they were possessed. The wall shook every time Muffy banged up against it, and Muffy screamed as she came again a few minutes later, her body shivering as the aftershocks ripped through her body.

Muffy was almost totally limp in his arms, and she kept her own arms around Rufus as he carried her back to the table, his back starting to feel the effects of an activity that up to a few minutes ago had been a thing of the past.

They had gotten a little carried away with it all, judging by the pictures fallen off the wall, not to mention the scrapes all over Rufus from Muffy's fingernails, but while Muffy was now contrite and limp in his arms, Rufus was still hard.

"Cum for me," Muffy said, her mouth covering his, and as their tongues met and dueled she repeated it.

"Want to feel you cum inside of me, Mr. King," Muffy said, and the way she reacted everytime Rufus slid in and out of her, he knew that she was probably even more sore than he was, so his stroking became slower and gentler.

"That's nice," Muffy said. "So big and thick inside of my tight pussy. Want to feel it when you cum."

If her sweet pussy wasn't enough, her words were certainly making his orgasm imminent, but Muffy's mouth was what pushed Rufus over the edge. Her mouth was all over his neck and shoulders; licking up the sweat from his neck while smothering him with kisses, and even lifting his arm to nibble and tongue all over his armpits while he moved his cock inside Muffy with almost imperceptible movements.

"Cumming!" Rufus grunted as he felt his nuts tighten just before his cock erupted inside of Muffy, and she jumped each time his cock spasmed.

"Ohh!" Muffy groaned, either from the feeling of his cock jumping or from the sensation of his seed spurting deep inside of her, and they held each other tight until he finally stopped cumming.

They stopped embracing and looked down as their bodies came apart, gazing at the sight of his slowly deflating cock still half-buried inside of her pussy, with the formerly pale delta now a ruddy pink.

They both let out little gasps when his spent organ finally fell out of her, and after it did they watched as his semen started to ooze out of her and down to the table, causing Muffy to shiver.

After a minute, Rufus helped Muffy down to the floor by grabbing her under her slippery wet armpits, holding her when her knees buckled at first, and he let her use his shoulder to lean on as she put her panties on. After she got dressed, the dishelveled teenager looked nothing like the kleptomaniac debutante he had met about an hour ago, but she looked a whole lot nicer to him.

"Well..." Muffy said, and Rufus nodded as he watched her put her purse together again, brushing her hair before turning back to face him.

"You don't need a lecture from me," Rufus said as he led her to the back entrance. "But you might want to get help for this damn habit of yours. Stealing stuff that you could buy 100 times over - it don't make sense."

"I know," Muffy said. "Maybe next time I won't be so lucky."

Rufus was surprised when she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek just before going out the service entrance, certainly walking a little differently than the way she had come into the store, but still probably just the same in all of the other ways.

Going back to the security room, Rufus shook his head at the mess they had made in the heat of the moment, and now wishing that he had made her stick around to help clean it.

"Just as well," Rufus said aloud to himself. "If I spent any more time looking at that girl, who knows what would have happened?"

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Epilogue:

"Son of a bitch!" Rufus exclaimed, slamming his hand on the counter just before running out the door to apprehend the shoplifter out in the mall.

The woman was waiting for him over by the fountain in the courtyard, and Rufus slowed to catch his breath as he approached her.

"Girlie..." Rufus snapped before the woman cut him off, pulling the sunglasses off that she had taken off the display and put on, just before strolling out the door with them.

"Muffy," she reminded him while biting her lip. "Or Muffin. That's cool too."

"Muffin, I told you not to come back here again."

"You're right," Muffy pouted. "I was bad, and I deserve to be punished."

"I'm not fooling around," Rufus said as he led her toward the drug store entrance. "This has got to stop."

"Repeat offender," he told the manager, who shook his head at the brazen teenager before going back to closing the store.

"You realize what I have to do this time?" Rufus explained as they walked the length of the store.

"I think I do," Muffy said. "You're going to take me in the back and threaten to call the cops. I'm going to get upset and then you'll tell me you'll let me go if I do things to you."

"You think so? You thought wrong," Rufus said as he fumbled for the key to the security room.

"Then you'll make me empty my pocketbook, and you'll see the condoms in there. I got Magnums this time so they will fit on your fat cock, and if the way you were looking at my ass last time is any indication about how much you liked it, you're going to need them."

"If you wanted to be with me again, why didn't you just say so?" Rufus spat, pushing Muffy inside the room and slamming it shut behind them.

"Oh, a little rough tonight, huh Mr. King? I like it that way, but you already know that, even if I didn't know that about myself before last week with you," Muffy cooed as she continued to talk while undressing. "I suppose I could have done what you said - just went and told you I wanted us to fuck some more, but where's the rush in that? This way is so... wicked cool and nasty. You like it too. I'll bet you're getting hard already just thinking about it."

"I started to let the hair on my pussy grow, see?" Muffy asked, smiling while rubbing her hand over the barely visible peach fuzz that had grown in a compact triangle around her sex over the last week, and then bringing his hand down there to inspect the light down. "Just for you." 

"Add this to the bill too," Muffy said as she held up the tube of lube that she had grabbed on her way to the sunglasses. "You're gonna need it, because if you think my pussy was tight, wait until you try and stick that fat cock of yours up my poor little bottom later!"

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Shoplifting Slut



Boilerplate notice that this is a work of fiction and nobody like any of these characters depicted below are real and the events are purely of the author's imagination and no minors or cute animals were harmed or exploited. Its all fiction and never really happened. If you are under the age of eighteen, do not read this!

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7-23-04

My Name is Karen. I'm going to relate to you the events that occurred during my summer vacation in 1997. I was 20 years old at the time. I had an experience with a woman who frightened me and it affected the rest of my life. Even now I can't decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing, all I can do is relate to you the story of how I had lesbian sex for the first time in my life.

Julia's pleasures was the name of a porn shop in the town across the river from my town. My town didn't have a porn shop or tattoo parlors or a lot of the sort of thing you could find across the river in Westgate. My friends and I did the bulk of our parting in Westgate bars but we never went home with Westgate guys, who were very lowbrow.

You could say that my friends and I, young twenty-something chicks from the suburbs would go to Westgate to be naughty and do the sorts of things young women living at home still do without their parents knowledge. There was this tangible awareness that you were misbehaving when you were out in Westgate, and when you returned to your town you went back to normal and behaved like your parents and neighbors expected you to. It was fun. Unfortunately I allowed my pursuit of the naughty pleasures of Westgate to get a bit out of hand late one July afternoon.

My best friend Pam and I were shopping on Loganberry street when we saw a store called Julia's Pleasures across from the pharmacy where were buying make-up. I later learned that Pam had actually not been shopping, she had been shoplifting! She told me when we got out on the sidewalk and walked a few steps away from the pharmacy. You could see she was still experiencing the rush that shoplifters get after they successfully exit the store with their stolen merchandise. It was infectious and I found myself wishing that I had stolen something too. Well, as fate would have it, Julia's Pleasures, apparently the only porn shop in our part of the world, was directly in our path. We entered the store feeling equal parts naughty daring and fear. Fear that someone we knew from back home would see us in there, or worse yet: see us coming out with maybe a brown paper bag.

The merchandise of the store overwhelmed us: there were two whole tables whose tops were completely covered in upright battery operated dildos of ever size and color. The walls were lined with bookshelves with books that were exclusively about sex. Sex of every description. Some had pictures, some had just text. They had dirty movies on video and they had a big section in the back of the store for leather clothing and stuff. Harnesses, belts, whips and naturally a lot of handcuffs and stuff like that. Pam and I were laughing and having a grand time. And I'm sure to this day I knew Pam was going to try to steal something. Come to think of it, I wanted to steal a dildo myself. 

I always wanted a dildo but I was too nervous to go to a store and buy one. Here I was in a sex shop with nobody around and I was STILL too nervous to buy one, to just select that pink one with the speed control on the base and just march up to that sever yet pretty woman at the counter and plunk down my $35. I didn't have $35 anyway, even if I had the courage to use it.

And here I was one week later on a Tuesday when I should have been at work, alone in my parent's house preparing to shave my vagina. Julia had told me if I wanted to keep my name out of the papers and not have my parents have to read about my dildo shoplifting in next weeks Police Blotter in the supermarket paper, I had to go and shave my vagina and return to her shop minutes before closing, one week later. So I had had a full week to think over what I was going to do. Julia had confronted Pam and I both at the door to the shop. She told us she saw us take the vibrators on the closed circuit TV monitor she had behind the counter, the whole thing was on Tape. She had given each of us a hard look and then she told me to wait out on the shop floor while she took Pam into the back room. She and Pam were back there for a while and when they came back out again, Julia looked really angry and Pam was crying. She kept her eyes down and didn't look at me. But Julia was sure looking at me. 

I was about to die of fright when Julia took me roughly by the elbow and steered me into the back room. She took me down a dark hall and made me sit on a stool under a naked light bulb in a storage room full of cardboard boxes and a dirty work table. 

"What's your name my little shoplifter"? She demanded. "Karen Kowalski" I said.

She took poloroid photos of my face and told me, as she was snapping pictures, about the police report she was going to fill out, the letters she would write to our parents and the difficulty of running a small business and trying to turn a profit in this town. When she was done with her spiel, she turned to me, walked directly over to me and grabbed my left breast with her hand. Staring me in the face she began to pinch my nipple through my shirt really hard. 

The Expression on her face was difficult to understand and the pain she was causing my nipple was becoming secondary to a growing awareness that this was turning me on in a very weird way. Grabbing a breast in each hand and squeezing and kneading the nipples, she told me what I had to do to avoid the fate of the police report and the parents and everything else. 

She was leaning right up against me telling me "you will return in one weeks time Karen and you will do everything I say for exactly one hour. Shave off all the hair on your pussy before you come here or the deal is off". 

With that she marched me back into the sales floor and she unlocked the front door and let Pam and me go!

So there I was in my parents house with a razor and a can of shaving cream. I hadn't heard from Pam since we spoke, tearfully, on the bus ride back to our town. I never asked Pam what had happened to her when Julia took her into the back room. She and Julia were only in there about as long as I had been back there alone with Julia. I wonder if Julia had given Pam instructions about her pubic hair? I decided to call her.

I actually didn't even have pams number, I had to get it from a mutual friend, Enid. When I got Pam on the phone, it was weird; we hadn't really spoken yet about what had happened to us across the river. I was reluctant to come out and ask her what she was doing alone with that woman. And now that I think back on it, isn't it odd that Pam didn't ask me what my experience was like when I was alone with Julia late that July afternoon? 

It was a fruitless phone conversation, but I had to ask myself: what had I hoped to accomplish by talking with Pam about my instructions from Julia? I was already shaving my vagina, so obviously I was already mentally prepared to go back there to that lady and submit myself to.....what? What was going to happen to me, I asked myself, and then I answered myself: "she's a fucking lesbian and she wants to see your pussy when it's naked".

Once she had me in that back room there wasn't going to be any innocent activity taking place and whatever it was I was going to have to will myself to allow it to happen to me. It was just going to be one hour out of a day that had twenty-four.

I admitted to myself it would be some sort of lesbian molestation, but how far would it go? The shocking thing was that I was so sanguine about it. No, Sanguine is not the word. I was, to be honest, almost looking forward to it in a way I could not have described to you back then. I was young then, as I said, and immature for my age too. Part of me really wanted to know just exactly what she was going to do to me. In the bathtub I thought these thoughts and I had my hand sliding all over and around my now naked and slippery vagina and the feeling was wonderful. I wondered why I never tried it before. Having a smooth vagina was not as common back then as it is today and having one made me feel like I was already taking part in some deviant sex game. Which I was, actually. 

The smoothness of my skin along with the wet soap made my hands caresses feel like silk and I was masturbating before I was even really aware of it. And about halfway into my masturbation, I began to wonder what Julia's hand was going to feel like when SHE began to touch me there. She had made it a part of our bargain that I shave my vagina, so wouldn't she have a use in mind for a shaved vagina? Or did she make me do it just to humiliate me? Was she so sophisticated that she knew I would be experiencing her control over me even when I was in the safety of my parent's house if she gave me a degrading task to perform when she was not around? But I didn't feel degraded really. I felt like I was a willful accomplice and I was starting to really want to know what was going to happen when I went back to Julia's Pleasures in Westport.

It was the first time I came while imagining a woman was getting me off. Afterwards, I felt dirty and my vagina itched.

I took the bus to Westport after school that day, nearly alone on the bus and excruciatingly aware of how naked I was under my clothing. I kept looking around at the others on the bus wondering if they could somehow notice.

The street the porn shop was on was nearly deserted. I went in at the appointed hour just before closing. I was not going to try to think too far ahead about what I thought was going to happen to me in there. I didn't want to speculate and I was nearly successful at avoiding thinking about the subject while I was riding the bus.

When I walked into the shop, Julia was standing in the middle of the sales floor with a ring of keys in her hand, a pair of dark sunglasses hiding her eyes. She walked right past me without saying anything and locked the door behind me and pulled down the shade over the glass door. She walked mater of factly to the back of the shop and gestured with a nod of her head to the backroom door. As I passed her she flipped off the three light switches on the switch plate with one sweeping motion of her hand and the store went dark.

The corridor to the back room was lit and I walked to the open doorway at the end, Julia came in right behind me and took me by the arm and led me over to the stool and the workbench I had seen on my last ominous visit. The two of us were dressed alike in jeans and blouses.

Julia said to me " get that shirt off and sit on that bench". 

I knew that from now on I was going to have to do whatever she told me to do, this was only the beginning. With hands that shook very slightly I unbuttoned my blouse and put it on the cluttered workbench. 

There was only the sound of the air conditioner whining as Julia took a pair of handcuffs off the bench and held them up to my face and said 

" you know I will send you to the police if you don't play along with me here in the back room. The police will use handcuffs just like these, but I use mine a little differently than they use theirs."

With that she ratcheted the cuffs onto my wrists and I just sat there on the bench looking at her, my heart racing. She said 

"this is your last chance if you would rather go the police way. But if you stay here I wont really hurt you and like I said, you can go home in an hour. But for that entire hour you are mine and I will do whatever I want with you, do you understand?"

What could I do? Besides, how ever bad things might get, and hour was just sixty minutes. I could stand sixty minutes of......of what? What was I in for?

"Remember" she said "I am going to make you do things and you are going to do them without complaining. Are you ready to have me do things to you.... do things to your body"? She asked as she raised her sunglasses briefly to look me directly in the eye.

I didn't say anything to Julia and I don't think Julia had expected me to say anything. She took my wrists, bound in the handcuffs and raised them above my head. I hadn't noticed it but there was a rope leading down from a pulley on the ceiling and on the end of the rope was one of those mountain climber clippy things. Julia clipped the ropes end to my cuffs and, puling on the end of the rope next to the side of the sturdy looking wooden bench, she pulled my arms up straight above my head. The rope was so tight I had to stand up off the bench, which is apparently what Julia wanted and she made off the rope to some fixture on the side of the bench. She moved the stool away and there I was, practically dangling. Julia moved right in and took off my belt, unzipped my jeans and pulled my pants down to my ankles. I was excruciatingly aware of my vagina under my white cotton panties and my breasts under my bra, the only things I had on other than my socks.

"Do you like to masturbate Karen"? Julia asked.

I was surprised and didn't know what to say.

"You stole a vibrating dildo from me, I'm asking you do you like to masturbate"?

I said yes, in a small voice. 

"Were you planning on masturbating with my dildo, you little slut"? 

Again I really couldn't think what would be appropriate to say, so I started to mumble something but even I didn't know what I was trying to say, I was just totally flustered and intimidated. I never talked about masturbating with ANYONE. I was sure everybody did it but I was also sure nobody would ever actually talk about it. But Julia wanted me to talk about it. She asked me if I had masturbated myself after I shaved my vagina.

I remembered the novelty of my smooth hairless vagina and the slick frictionless sensation of running my hand over my bare skin. I nodded yes. Julia moved up along side of me, so close her arm grazed my side. Softly and quietly she spoke directly into my ear, her mouth less than an inch away:

" I know you masturbated when you shaved, because I can tell what a slut you are. I knew it when you stole the dildo. I knew that when you felt how good it feels to be in a warm soapy tub with a slick clean vagina, you wouldn't be able to resist."

Julia was smiling triumphantly as she began to pull my panties down,

"lets see," she said.

It was a sensation like stepping into a cold swimming pool, the way I felt my vagina exposed to this woman. She didn't dwell on it too much but she was clearly enjoying it. She took my chin in her hand, not roughly but she held it firm and she pulled my head up to look her in the eye. 

" Look at you now little slut: your in my hands. You shaved your pussy like I told you too and now I have you tied up and at my mercy. I'm going to do whatever I want to do to you for one hour, are you ready for it"? 

I couldn't say anything. I was really frightened now. With her other hand she began to kneed my breast again, just like she did last time.

" I saw that look on your face the last time I manhandled your tits- you were scared but you were a little bit turned on too weren't you my little hussy"? She was looking me right in the eye as she pinched and massaged my breast with her free hand, still holding my chin with the other. Using that hand she actually nodded my head for me, up and down, up and down.

She reached over to the workbench and hit the button on the top of a clock that had two clock faces on it. I didn't know it at the time, but this was a specialty clock for the use of chess players and the two clocks were so that the two chess players could record the interval between moves. The clock was set to 12:00 and as soon as she hit it the second hand started to move on the left clock face.

I noticed that the other clock face showed 1:45 and the second hand on that one had been moving the whole time.

"You shaved your pussy, then you masturbated. You were getting off on it when I was roughing up your nipples last week; you stole a dildo so you could masturbate yourself. Now your getting wet while I have you tied up and naked and at my mercy. I know you aren't a lesbian but you my dear are a creature driven by sex. Do you love sex"? 

I was still just looking at her in fear and even though I wished I could think of something to say, I couldn't put it into words even if I knew what it was. 

"Well, I love sex and I love pleasure. You are here tonight to give me pleasure and I mean to have it."

With that she released my chin and pulled her blouse over her head and dropped it on the workbench. She had great tits, I had to admit. her bra was plain but it didn't have to be fancy since the shape of her bosom did everything a fancy bra would have done. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. It fell away and reveled a pair of white breasts with pink nipples. The tan lines were very sharp and distinct and I caught myself imagining the bikini top she must have favored on the hot sunny beaches. Right away those tits were right in my face, her hand was at the back of my neck and she was pulling my face to her breast. 

The nipple came right to my mouth and I opened up and let it in. With my eyes closed I drew the nipple into my mouth and put my tongue on it, I knew that was what was required of me. I had never had a breast in my face before and the nipple felt really good to me. I lapped at it with my tongue.

"That's right, you're my little slut and you are going to suck my tits now. I want to look at you while you suck my tits you little whore". 

She put her hand in my hair again and turned my face up a bit, I opened my eyes and looked into her face, She was smiling down at me with a look of triumph as she pulled my ass against her body.

"Suck my tits you shoplifting slut" 

And I did. Her nipple got hard in my mouth, I could feel it get firm and expand a little bit. I took it as a cue to nibble on it a bit and I caught her eye as I did it.

The language she was using was a shock. I never thaught of myself as a whore, a slut or a hussy but she kept using those terms. And there I was with her tit in my mouth, sucking on the nipple like... like a little slut would I guess. I decided that to get through this hour I would BE her little slut. I would pretend to go along with her and I had an idea that I could handle it, if I just kept on pretending that I was a slut. How bad could that be? The tit sucking, shockingly abhorrent to me just a moment ago was now getting me hot. Her words were getting me hot too. Things were moving along pretty quickly for me. She was fiddling with my bra with her free hand and with the other she was reaching to the bench.

I heard a click and a buzzing noise and I saw her holding a pink dildo just like the one I was trying to steal. "Recognize this you little slut"? She asked and fed it down over her breast and into my mouth. 

I took the vibrating dildo into my mouth and it chattered against my teeth as she made me suck on it, pushing it in and out a couple of times. 

"Here take this" she said and put the sex toy into my hands cuffed above my head.

The dildo felt violently alive, warm and wet.

"Don't drop it or I wont use it on you" she said. 

She started playing with my tits then using both her hands. With my arms extended almost painfully above my head, my breasts were essentially defenseless and she went right to work on them twisting them back and forth. 

"Look how hard your little nipples are you little slut" she said as she began to pinch them, which only made it worse.

I was embarrassed by the effect she was having on me. The hot dildo was difficult to hold onto as I had my wrists crossed at an odd angle. Then I felt her tongue on my nipples and I almost dropped the dildo. It was like someone turned on the lights for the first time for me and I could see, only instead of my eyes it was my nipples that were experiencing the light. Her tongue went up and down and back and forth over my hard nipples and I was gasping. And in gasping, I realized I had been gasping for some time.




Shoplifting Slut



I didn't want her to stop now and she showed no sign of stopping as she mauled my breasts, licking one nipple then the other. Then pulling them both together and licking them both at the same time. I couldn't believe how good it felt to be in her hands, to be so shockingly and completely manipulated by this older woman, a lesbian who had just made me suck her tits. I had just resolved to be this lesbians little slut and I had no idea what I would be facing but for now, for this first part? I was as horney as I had ever been and even though I was frightened by what was happening, and even though I suspected I would be very ashamed of myself the next day, and maybe for the rest of my life? I was loving this. I was loving being her little slut! I had never sucked a tit before and I was lost in a world of confusion but in that world there was an amazing upwelling of sexual excitement. The excitement was founded in a large part on my never having done anything like this before, this was totally shockingly new and it was wild!

Julia stopped and pulled back to look at me again. "Look at how quickly you just collapsed and let me do these things to you." 

She pushed the stool close along my side and told me to lift my foot out of my tangled jeans and put my foot on it. I had to struggle a little bit to free my ankle from my little half shoes and the cuff of my pants, but I got my foot out and put it up on one of the rungs of the stool, as high as it would go. Julia moved right in and grabbed my now exposed thigh on my upraised leg and, like she did with every part of my body that she touched, began to kneed it hard with her strong hand. Her face was close to mine and I wanted to avoid her stare but I kept looking back into her face and she kept on kneading the tender flesh of my thigh.

Her left hand began to play with my breast again but it was softer now and she slowly slipped her palm and her fingers up under and around my breast, gently tweaking the nipple with her thumb and finger, bobbling my breast and pushing it gently from side to side.

Gently Julia said, "You know I'm a lesbian Karen, and I know you are straight. But I can see you are getting off on having this lesbian dominate you, aren't you"? 

She took off the dark sunglasses and looked meaningfully at me and I had to acknowledge her. 

"Yes I like this, I like what you're doing to me". 

She said "You know, when I put the dildo into your hand I said don't drop it or I won't use it on you. You could have let it slip, couldn't you have"?

I nodded my head and kept looking into her eyes as her hand moved onto my vagina, cupping my entire pelvis from the bottom, my wet juices plainly slicking and lubricating every part of her hand that contacted my skin. My vagina could distinctly feel the palm of her hand as she slid it up and down across my slit. Inadvertently I rose onto my toes, one part of my mind still fighting the contact with her hand, even though I couldn't wait for her to start to work me over in earnest.

"You know, I think you are enjoying this a bit too much Karen." She turned to the workbench and adjusted the rope that held me by the handcuffs, and pulling on it and re-fastening it she made me stand up straighter, then straighter still, until the cuffs began to bite into the skin of my wrists.

Looking back down at her I saw she had some sort of silver metal widget with a wheel on it she was adjusting. She put it over my nipple and I felt the cold metal. 

"Ohh!" I said "What the hell is that?"

I heard a metallic ratcheting sound and the thing clamped down on my nipple and began to bite! As Julia spun the little wheel, the clamp pressed tighter and tighter. Pain, real pain! This thing really hurt and I was NOT enjoying this. Julia had the other one in her hand and addressed me as she put it on my other nipple. "This little visit your paying me isn't all about you feeling good, it's also about me getting some payback. Do you know what I did to your little slut girlfriend? You know I had her over earlier this week and I had her right here, right where I have you. I stuck a dildo in her ass and I fucked her with my strapon. Would you like that?"

Jeez. Things were getting weird now. Julia turned on the television on the workbench and hit the play button on the V.C.R. On the screen I could only see static. The blue T.V. light played over Julia's naked tits and the pain radiating through my nipples and from my wrists fought with my attention for a good look at Julia's face as she picked up the dildo again and in her other hand a plastic bottle. 

Squeezing a clear jelly like liquid into her hand Julia spun me around and began lubing up the crack of my ass. The jell was cold at first but I was amazed at how slippery it was. That slippery stuff was more lubricating than the soap I had used on my vagina earlier at my parent's house, and that soap had been plenty slippery indeed. 

Whatever that slippery stuff was and as good as it felt it had me worried none the less. I had a good idea what the lubrication was for. When I felt Julia's finger enter my ass I literally squealed. I had never had anything up my butt before and now I had a grown woman's finger probing in me there. Like everything today it felt shocking and good at the same time. Julia pumped her finger in and out of my ass and stuck the dildo in my mouth again.

"Suck on that my little shoplifting slut, get it good and slick. You know why I want it good and slick don't you"?

At that moment the static disappeared on the T.V. set, replaced with a video shot of two women half naked in a grey room. One of the women was tied up, or her hands were tied behind her back or something. The other woman was Julia and she was, as it turns out, rubbing her hand in the bound woman's ass, up and down, up and down. The sound on the video was low, but I could hear Julia's voice through the static and I could see that she was doing the exact same thing to the woman on the T.V. as she was doing to me! 

And then it hit me: The grey room was THIS ROOM and the other woman was Pam!

A searing pain flared across my asscheek and I heard the slap as I realize Julia was spanking me! Whack! Whack! Whack! She laid into my ass with the palm of her wet hand and the pain stung me, piercing through the pain of my nipples and the constriction on the skin of my wrists.

"ARRGh! God!" 

I said, swinging around on the end of my rope. Julia still had he finger in my ass and she was sliding it all the way in and all the way out. With her other hand she was at my breast again, this time cupping it and sort of milking it and tweaking the nipple clamp at the tip, twisting it around now and then, the finger pumping away in my ass, deeper and deeper.

My body was twisting around on the end of my rope, helpless to plant a foot and find a purchase to keep myself from swaying at her mercy, her hand running up and down my ass crack and her finger plunging back into my anus again and again.

"You never had a finger in your ass before did you, slut?"

I said No. I never had and honestly I couldn't tell you if I was loving it or hating it, it felt so weird and alien and most of all dirty. Wasn't there going to be shit all over her finger now? Did she do this sort of thing often?

Julia opened a drawer in the bench and as she retrieved an object I got a glimpse of leather things and black nylon and gleaming plastic shapes. She had a dog color in her hands and she quickly buckled it around my neck. To the collar she attached a tether which she fed through a hole in the top of the workbench. Fiddling with the tether under the bench and then out of my view on the side, Julia led the tether back up over the top of the back of the workbench. She stepped out of her jeans and her panties ( plain white cotton ones, I would have expected something with a black widow spider motif) and she sat up on the bench facing me, totally naked and with a look on her face like I had never seen on any other person before. The tether from my neck lead right down to the hole in the bench and Julia had sat directly adjacent to the hole. 

Julia bent over and began playing with the two lines, which were attached to the cuffs and my dog collar and led to parts of the bench which Julia could reach. As she adjusted the lines, the one at my neck became taught and the one holding my arms began to loosen. My head was being drawn down to the bench top, drawn to Julia's Vagina.

At this point I don't think Julia even needed the ropes to make me go down on her. I had obviously never gone down on a woman before but clearly that was about to change. Julia's vagina was not shaved but she must have been trimming it since it wasn't a total jungle. Just off to the side of her vagina was a small tattoo of a mermaid.

"You are going down on me now, as you can plainly see. I want you to use lots of tongue on my clit but I also want you to lick the whole thing up and down from time to time. If I don't like the way you are doing it I will do something to you that you won't like so much, so get busy eating me you dirty slut" 

by the time she finished her sentence I was bent over right down with my face between her legs, my arms still above my head at a painful angle. The blood in my arms had been draining away and they felt pretty numb by now. The pain in my nipples had never gone away but now there was no finger in my ass to take my mind off of the radiating pain, actually a sort of spiraling pain is what it felt like, coming off my nipples like heat.

I had my mouth open and I put it right down into her hot and wet vagina. Mostly it just felt confusing since I couldn't see what was going on. The overwhelming sensation was of shame and the feeling of wetness hair and heat on my face. Julia grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my face tight up against her groin and my head was grinding against her vagina. I was feeling around with my tongue trying to find her clit, tasting the oddest tangy taste I had ever had in my mouth. I can't describe it. The sensation of heat and shame was supplemented with a great deal of hair, hair I couldn't get my tongue around or past, it was always in the way. But I did my best and I alternated lapping up and down and side to side with trying to get a sense of where her clit was. I was confused but determined to try to find it. I knew where it should be, but I was totally unaccustomed to this sort of work!

"There! Right there" 

Julia said, and I think then I had an idea where it was and I started focusing on that spot, pressing my tongue as hard against it as I could, working over the entire area. Soon enough I had it locked in.

Julia could feel the difference too and I was glad I had figured out how to make her happy. I alternated with the long licks up and down but I found that trying to plunge my tongue into her vagina was useless, it just wasn't long enough.

Julia had me by the hair and she was twisting tufts of it and pulling me against her. Everything about my face and Julia's crotch was totally wet but I think most of it was my own saliva. I had difficulty breathing.

Under the edge of the bench, my tits with the nipple clamp pendants were swinging around, I was thinking about them and how awful it was not to be able to remove the clamps when Julia said

"I'm coming you slut, you are making me come you lesbian slut! You're my lesbian slut"

I was oddly proud of having made Julia come. Strange as it seams I felt a sense of accomplishment. I wanted to keep her happy and get this hour over with, and this seamed like a good milestone. I guess I figured it would all end soon and I could go home.

Julia got down off the bench and readjusted my ropes a bit so I could stand up again. she looked in the drawer again and took out an object in each hand and held them behind her back so I couldn't see what they were.

Again we stood facing each other but now so much had happened and passed between us that I had even more difficulty meeting her eyes.

"I'm going to kiss you now darling, I'm a woman and I'm going to kiss you deeply, with my tongue in your mouth. Look at me when I speak to you!"

And she slapped my face with her open palm. Crying, I looked through my tears at her inscrutable face as she came close and kissed me.

It was a deep slow kiss and it had more passion, more substance to it than any kiss I ever had before. The boys that had kissed me all my life till now were skilled only at jamming their toungs as deep into my mouth as they could manage. This woman was kissing me the way a sculptor first approached a block of marble. The kiss had a beginning, a middle and an end, like it was a novel. And to my surprise my tongue was playing an important roll in the event, I was kissing back deeply and passionately.

Confusion was the only certainty. I had pain and I had pleasure, I had fear and I had exhilaration, going all at once. Julia was taking me places I had never really considered before. Julia's tongue, a woman's tongue, was violating my mouth, it was violating me! It was violating my heterosexuality and I didn't want it to stop. But it did. 

As Julia pulled away from the kiss, her hands put an object into my mouth, a round ball with straps on it, which she fastened around the back of my head. With my mouth stoppered I was totally gagged and mute. On the one hand I felt good about that, I wouldn't have to eat any more pussy, but on the other hand Julia had removed my voice from the proceedings, I wouldn't play any sort of active communicative roll in whatever was to happen next. The ball tasted like plastic.

The other object Julia had was a strap on dildo. I was almost relieved at the sight of it. I had been going over the list of things violated so far: Tits, asshole, mouth, but my vagina was curiously unmolested so far. I was as wet and as horney as I had ever been in my life, my freshly shaved slick vagina was swollen and aroused. As Julia moved behind me, pulling on the black rubber contraption with it's assortment of nylon straps I was anticipating my own orgasm. Finally I would get off! My poor clit had been totally ignored. 

As Julia thrust the strapon into me I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure, as well as I could with my mouth stoppered. The dildo felt like it was thirty inches long, sliding all the way in and impaling me, transfixing me and skewering me deep, deep into my abdomen.

"ooh, you are so wet my little slut, are you enjoying this? Do you like taking my cock like a little whore, bent over my workbench all willing and supplicating"?

Julia was kneading my ass, hugging my hips and slowly but deeply fucking me, the dildo went in so far, went in so deep! All I could do was make little whimpering noises, as Julia's hand stole around and started massaging my clit. I almost lost my footing as she hit my clitoris and began strumming it like a guitar string. The pleasure was unbelievable. I had never been fucked like this before. My breath came in gasps, the ball gag in my mouth couldn't keep the saliva from dribbling over my chin, my swaying tits banged against the edge of the workbench as Julia brought me off.

I came like gangbusters then. I actually saw stars. Julia pressed me up against the edge of the workbench as I lost my footing and I would have tumbled to the floor. Except the line holding my arms up would have stopped me. With her penis still inside me Julia said:

"yah that's it baby, that's what it's all about, isn't it?"

Julia surprised me then and unsnapped the mountain climber carabineer from my wrists and let me slump to the floor. At first I was just limp, aware only of my orgasms passing and the difficulty of snorting all my breath through my nose. But soon I roused. God my arms ached! I tried to rub some life back into them as best I could with one hand and then the other, as much as the still fixed handcuffs would let me.

I was totally spent from this experience. I looked up at Julia with her big rubber cock swaying above me, looking down at me like a lion would look at an antelope on the veldt.

"I'm not done with you yet my little slut"

Julia said as she lifted me to my feet. I sat back against the bench and rubbed my eyes with my hands. I looked over at the T.V. but the show had ended, it had gone back to static. Julia had a key in her hands and she unlocked my wrists. I set to rubbing them as soon as the cuffs were off, the drool still dripping off my chin. Julia was unbuckling her strap on dildo rig and to my surprise she told me

"Put it on"

unable to speak I mutely took the straps from her and examined the apparatus. The phallus was still wet and glistening from my vagina. I have to hand it to the manufacturers of strap on dildoes, they are easy to understand and I had no trouble at all stepping into it and pulling the nylon straps tight and getting the penis into position. 

Looking down was the oddest sensation: I had a large erect black rubber penis now. I had suddenly turned into some sort of odd hybrid sex, a woman with a dick. I looked over at Julia and I wondered how she wanted to do this. Was I going to fuck her now? Could anyone fuck Julia? I doubted it. Julia spoke:

" Look at the clock, you have only given me twenty minutes so far. I still have another half hour to fuck with you!"

And as it turns out, I was right about not fucking Julia. Nobody ever got to fuck Julia, Julia was going to keep on fucking with me.

Julia led me, mute and confused, through a dark back door in the back of the utility room and to a set of stairs that led to the basement. I could hear odd tinny music coming from bellow, but it was muted. 

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, my rubber penis swaying in the half dark in front of me, I saw a naked woman laying on a table under a bright light bulb set into the extremely low ceiling. She was tied to the table at her hands and feet and she had on a blindfold and a set of extra large headphones. The sound of music was buzzing from the headphones and the woman had not heard us come down the stairs. I looked at Julia, but she was just grinning like some sort of devil. The two of us approached the table under the low low basement ceiling.

When I reached the edge of the table I recognized my friend Pam.

She couldn't see us and she couldn't hear us. And I couldn't say anything anyway with my gag in my mouth. I suppose I could have run away, back up the stairs and, and....back into the street naked and gagged and with a cock? All this was about trying to AVOID a police report.

"Don't worry Karen, your friend Pam likes it. Watch this"

Julia bent to Pam's side and ran her hands up her flank, from her thigh to her left breast. Pam Jumped at the unexpected touch and let out a whelp of surprise, but she didn't cry out. And by the time Julia was caressing Pam's breasts, I heard my friend say

"Oh thank god you are back Julia! I was going crazy down here all alone! Is it time for my surprise now? You promised I could finally come when you got back from the store"

I was transfixed, staring at Julia's beaming face numb with shock and apprehension. Julia gave Pam's thigh two light slaps with her palm, the way you might pat a loyal golden retriever. She set about adjusting the rope at Pam's right leg. She untied the rope from the bench and fit the end through a pulley in the low ceiling. Taking up the slack in the rope she raised Pam's Right leg high into the air so that her foot was nearly touching the ceiling and she made off the end of the rope to something farther along the wooden beam. Pam made an approving moan. Was Julia some sort of sailor in a past life? Every time she touched a piece of rope she had it working to her advantage with a minimum of effort and with total confidence. This adjustment of the rope on Pam's leg brought her hip right up to the edge of the table and I could see what my job was going to be.




Shoplifting Slut



Pam handed me the tube of sex lube and bid me put some onto the cock and whispered in my ear:

"She won't know it's you, she thinks it's me! Don't try to signal here and don't touch her if I am touching her, that way she can't tell there is more than one of us down here playing lesbian sex games with her".

She slapped my ass with a look of total mischievous joy on her face.

" Listen baby I know I am making you do some crazy things, but remember, you are my little slut for tonight and you said you would do anything to avoid trouble with the police. Besides, your good at being a dirty little whore and I think you like it, don't you"?

Fortunately for me this was not one of the times I was going to be required to answer her question. Did I like this? I was certainly turned on and dying to come ten minutes ago, I was loving my newfound life as a lesbian slut toy when it was just the two of us upstairs, but this was different. This was fucked up. I started to lube up my cock.

Looking at Pam's naked body for the first time I could see that yes, she had been required to shave her vagina. Hers was slick and wet, the whole center was flushed red and looked slightly swollen and I could see her clit clearly. Her breasts were bright white against her tan and her nipples were much the same as mine, totally erect.

Julia ran her hands across my dildo to check my efforts at lubricating it then put her palm right into Pam's crotch and began massaging it.

"Oh yah that feels great, keep doing it, I love it, make me your dirty little whore! Oh I want to come so bad! Thank you for letting me come back, thank you so much!"

Julia looked over at me and said "O.K. start fucking her"

And I stepped right up and put the head of my cock against my friend Pam's vagina and pushed in. 

So this is what it feels like to be a man, I thought. There was little resistance to the penises progress as it slipped smoothly and deeply into my friends flesh. I was still digesting what Pam had said about her being Julia's little whore. I felt oddly jalousie since I had just gotten used to the idea that I was the little whore, not Pam.

Well who was the bigger whore? The one on the table who didn't know what was really going on, just happy to be getting fucked? Or the one doing the fucking willingly despite knowing how fucked up the situation was? I was violating Pam in more ways than one but I was starting to enjoy the sensation of fucking my friend, watching my dick slide in and out and watching Pam's mouth go through several phases of opened mouthed pleasure. The tight little "O" and then the wide lipped, back arched grunt, the big wide happy smile of the satisfied slut, I suppose.

I was starting to get the hang of this fucking, but I didn't put my hands on Pam, I just used my hips and the ropes holding her down kept her vagina centered where I could reach it. Julia was just sitting back watching at first but then she got up in my face and stared me in the eyes with this big grin on. 

"You love it don't you, admit it!" she said.

I closed my eyes and just nodded. I was getting off on it. Clearly Pam was just as happy as could be, she kept on yelling out filthy encouragements like Fuck me Baby and I have been such a bad girl and you have to do me like a whore since I'm a shoplifting slut. that sort of thing.

After all the things I had been through in the last half hour or forty minutes, my opinions about what people did in the privacy of their own homes was destroyed and replaced with this shocking awareness of what all the depths of possibilities were. Nothing would shock me now. As I rolled my hips harder into Pam, I reached for her thigh for better leverage, slapping her trussed up right thigh into my abdomen so I could hammer my cock deeper into her pussy. What the hell, I started strumming her clit with my left hand too. May as well do the job right I thought.

"Ah...ahhhhh. AHHHH!"

Pam cried, clearly she was just about to come. Just then Julia went over to Pam's head and whipped off her blindfold! Pam's eyes flew open and looked at Julia, shock and surprise on her rapidly blinking face. You could see Pam's eyes hadn't adjusted to the light, her head whipped around sweeping the room trying to focus.

"Keep fucking her!"

Julia commanded. As Pam's eyes finally adjusted sufficiently to the light to see that there was someone she didn't recognize doing the fucking, I started my rhythm again, penetrating her just as deeply and maybe just a bit deeper as I met her stunned gaze. I watched her eyes flutter as the thrusting resumed, but her face looked worried as she started to adjust to the light enough to see who it was who was fucking her.

I caught the dawning surprise of recognition on her face, her mouth registering horror and shock. But as I kept fucking her and as my finger went back to massaging her clit I looked right back at her without avoiding her gaze. Thankful only that I wouldn't be required to say anything to my friend as I continued to fuck her like the lesbian slut that I had become.

"Oh my god it's You!" Was all she could say.

But as my finger worked over her clit and my thrusting continued, Pam's orgasm started to mount again and you could see the change in her expression as she started to except the fact of what her eyes were telling her and what her wet slippery vagina was telling her. Her eyes were half lidded and she involuntarily licked her lips and her pelvis began to quake rhythmically. She grit her teeth and started to gasp loudly again, looking up in my face. I saw the look on her face change, this time to a slutty sort of acceptance like she was saying I'm such a whore that I like it and I don't care that you know it!

And I was a whore too, finally. Julia had broken the two of us down. As Pam finally succumbed to the orgasm I had given her, I felt her clenching vaginas vibrations transmitted through the black rubber penis into my pelvis. Pam lay back gasping with her eyes closed but I remained standing, not looking at either of the two women in this low basement. I didn't understand anything anymore. 

Julia's sick game had a profound influence on the rest of my life. She took two wayward but essentially O.K. girls and exposed the two of us to some sort of erotic tempering and it hardened us into two willing sex deviants. You could argue that Pam or I already had the makings of a couple of sexually deviant people. It's true after all that we walked into that sex shop of our own volition on that fateful day without Julia manipulating us into doing it. But Julia had taken us and she had manipulated us and weather or not she instilled the sexual aspect or weather she just nurtured a thing in us that was already there, who can say?

As I moved on in life I had many sexual adventures and who could say if I would have had the same sort of adventures before Julia's tampering and tempering with and of my libido? I could write some more stories about what I did, what Pam and I did and what role Julia continued to play in our lives. I could write about how pan and I each took a page from Julia's book and did some tampering of our own with other people who crossed our paths. 

But that's another story for another day.