1. The Shoplifter Chapter One


    Date: 9/1/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Interracial, Pregnant, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 85.2, Source: sexstories.com

    hair. “Do you want to let me take care of things and just let you go?” What the hell did he mean? Why did he not just smack me? Why was he still trying to scare me? If he thought I needed to be more frightened, to pay a bigger price for shoplifting, he had now succeeded. I summoned all my strength, “Sir please; please!—listen to me. I made a terrible mistake. I am a good person. I am ready to go to college. Getting arrested would ruin my life. Just let me go...“ He interrupted by whispering somewhere down close to my right ear. “You mean you for sure don’t want me to make the call.” I froze, “Please, please just don’t call the police.” I stammered and waited for him to smack me. Slowly, his free right hand lifted the back of my skirt while his left hand still held me pinned to the desk. I was mortified. The thought of him spanking me was unbelievable embarrassing. I waited, only to feel him start sliding my panties downward behind me. I tightened my legs together as much as I could, but my panties went clear to the floor. More humiliation; was he actually going to spank me on my bare butt? “Well here it is, sister; the choice is yours. Move your legs apart or reach over there and give me that phone; one or the other.” With that, it was very clear; he wasn’t going to spank me. I heard his zipper. I felt him come against me, and I felt pressure. The pressure moved up and down along me. I could feel moisture. He hesitated, “So it would seem this is what you want, right?” He ...
    whispered back down next to my ear. I could not move. I could not say a word. The side of my face was pressed to the desk. I was facing a wall. He had one hand firmly on the back of my neck holding me down. He had the other hand guiding himself against me. He stopped there, waiting; it seemed like forever. This was such a misunderstanding, but I could say nothing. I was mortified—frozen in place. Then the pressure started increasing driving the front of my legs against the edge of the desk. It seemed like he was pushing hard enough to move the desk, but the other side of the desk was against the wall. Finally, the pressure decreased and he moved up and down against me again, “So what’s the verdict sister? Say the word; is this what you want? Just take a little of this and you are out the door.” At that moment, it seemed like my whole world depended on getting the shoplifting behind me and getting out of there. I nodded and my legs parted. That was it. The pressure increased until it was unbearable. It hurt terribly. The fronts of my legs were being cut by the metal edge of the desk. I felt my vagina being opened slightly, horrible pain! I moaned, “Oh please don’t. Please. It hurts. It hurts so badly. I am a virgin. Please!” He decreased the pressure. He hesitated. Perhaps he was convinced he was making a big mistake. I could still feel the very end firmly against me, but none of the pressure. He waited in that position. He seemed to wait forever. I could clearly hear his heavy ...
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