1. The Shoplifter Chapter One


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

    hands up under my top, under my thin bra, and under my breasts. Kyle had tried to touch them for months and I had refused, and now this big black guy was just casually massaging them as he slowly fucked me. I could feel his body move in rhythm as his hands firmly massaging my breasts, which he had now lifted from the desk. He seemed almost gentle. In this new position he became more aggressive again. He worked faster and faster... harder and harder. Finally, he snorted loudly, drove into me to the limit, and time after time I could feel his surges deep inside my body. He was finishing, stroke after stroke, time after time. It seemed like forever as he pumped. My lower body was convulsing with uncontrollable spasms deep inside responding to the intrusion. After twenty surges he finally slowed and more of his weight came down on me as he seemed to rest. I could feel the same pulsing sensation deep inside that I had felt before, only much more strongly and more deeply. Then he came to a complete stop with a good bit of his weight directly on top of me, but this time I responded much differently than before. Maybe it was exhaustion, but I lay quietly only aware of continued adjustments deep inside. No pain, just a stunned, shocked feeling. It was like I was resigned to the facts. No embarrassment, no panicky feeling, just resignation. I had been thoroughly screwed. What would the amigos say if they knew? The world seemed to go into slow motion. After sometime his weight became ...
    less and it felt like he was releasing me and slowly beginning to withdraw. It was over. He lifted further and I began to move out from under him, but as I moved backward, it once again brought him back. He came down over me again. His arms returned around me. His hands found my breasts and lifted them again. He moved back deeply inside and returned to stroking, more and more firmly, time after time, until he began surging into me again. With each surge he gripped my breasts, drove deeper, and deposited more. Now, an unexplainable feeling came over me. It was uncontrollable. My internal spasms had changed. This time my body was spontaneously arching up to meet him and trying to tighten around him. Finally, he let his weight down onto my back completely and his hands firmed up against my breast into an embrace. He stayed that way holding me tightly, and then, just like that. It was over. His hands released my breasts. I felt his weight come off me and he withdrew quickly. He backed away. I heard his zipper. I lay exhausted on my tummy. How could I explain the strange empty feeling? Was I crazy? Finally, I heard him moving behind me. Slowly I stood up facing the desk, with my back toward him and straightened my skirt and top. I turned around looking down at the floor. I saw my panties kicked over by the trash can. Without looking at him I moved to get them, “Leave them there.” He ordered. He turned to the table without looking at me and handed me the Play Station Four. “Take this ...
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