1. The Shoplifter Chapter Two


    Date: 1/22/2016, Categories: True Story, Interracial, Pregnant, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

    The tension in the room was unbearable. The door was bolted, the cameras were off and we just sat not saying a word. I looked like an old lady in this outfit and yet there was no question, every time I moved, his eyes moved with me. Eyes filled with undeniable desire. For the first time in my life a man “knew” me emotionally and sexually. He knew my body and he knew my inner reactions that day. He so obviously was caught up in this complicated relationship as much as me. As is sat there I began to wonder; what had he been fanaticizing about at night in his bed while I had been tossing and turning with thoughts of him? Each time I glanced at him I came away with the same message...ME! What power I now had over this big man. That day he had been in charge but now I was in the driver’s seat. As the clock ticked slowly, this erotic feeling consumed me. That day it had been the ultimate terror of my life, but now I had a completely new understanding of the events, the man, and the terror. I needed to revisit those events with this new clarity. In a strange way this black man had been the ultimate “young boy in the mall” that day he took me. What was Caroline really looking for all those many times she had dressed seductively to parade at the mall? A strange thrill; she got a thrill from teasing the boys...the thrill of control, as she used her young sexuality to take charge of them. Let’s admit it; it was a thrill to tease those guys until they wanted to cry, all the time just ...
    dangling bait. It was a cheap thrill that came at their expense. What was less obvious was that with each of the many trips to the mall, the desire for thrills grew, but the foolish “parade” with the amigos did less to satisfy what had become a craving. A unrequited addiction to “thrill”. Caroline had really shoplifted for only one reason, more thrills. She had unconsciously gone after the thrill of stealing...doing the unlikely, doing the unthinkable. Along with everything else that happened during the afternoon of terror that resulted, this man had turned that addiction for “thrill” into unmitigated uncontrollable lust. I turned in my chair to look more directly at him. His expression responded immediately. Everything welled up in me. This long idle period, sitting, waiting, had been too much. I shook with nervous energy. I got up as if driven by some controlling force and walked over to reach for his hand. He sat frozen. His hand was wet with perspiration and shaking. As he stood, I could see an enormous bulge in his uniform pants. All my intuition was correct. Frumpy or not this man... “Oh!” That was all I got to say as he hugged me to him, turned me around and put me over the desk. He positioned me just as I had been two months ago, lifted my skirt over my back, and slid my panties to the floor. I was in exactly the same place and the same position as before, but this time there was no protest. My legs parted. I felt the same pressure as before, but this time he entered ...
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