1. The Shoplifter Chapter Two


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

    turned toward me. Without a word he came across the room toward the desk. When he got to me he took my hands up from the desk on either side and stood directly in front of me looking into my eyes with a most salacious grin. He reached down, moved my knees apart, and moved between them to get as close to me as he could. I was shaking. He had not said a word, but I knew what was up. There was no question he knew what had been going on in here. He had been right outside the door. He stood there, grinning, looking down without a word. Finally, I just blurted out, “No please. I cannot do this! I am not this type of girl! That was all just a mistake.” He backed up a little and stood there for a moment, looking down at me with an even bigger smile, “Sweetheart, you may not want me to think you are this “type” of girl, but from what I heard in here you sure are. I think you are the “type” girl that just got fucked in here real good—and you are the “type” that’s been fucked before and got all knocked up—and you are the “type” that wants me to help, right?” He looked at me, waiting for a reply, “Right?” he repeated. I nodded, yes. “Sweetheart, just to get things started the way I want, I like to hear your voice when I ask a question, understand? You do want my help with this, right?” Such humiliation, “Yes.” I whispered. He stepped back further, holding my hands higher and looked up and down my body, “Wow, you are some kind of cute. You’re just the “type” I like. Somebody did you real ...
    good, honey. They got you blooming sweetly. They told me in the back, you got caught shoplifting and agreed to fuck your way out of it, rather than go to jail; right?” I nodded yes again. “What was that?” He asked, “Yes” I whispered even more softly. His grinned, still holding my hand high as his eyes never left me, “Well, you sure won that one. You’re not in jail and you’re looking good, looking real good. I guess that boss guy must be the nigger that mounted you. He seems to be in charge. He tells me you would be in big trouble at home if they knew about this and he wants me to get things worked out for you. I agreed to get you through all this as long as you do a few things along the way to help out. Understood?” I nodded, “Yes.” “So if that’s the way it is, those things start right now. If he and I are going to share this problem, we are going to share everything and everything includes you. Understand?” I went quiet. There was nothing to say, nothing I could do. I nodded. He moved toward me and I went over backward onto the desk. He lifted the front of my skirt. I knew my bare sex was completely displayed. He looked down at me on the edge of the desk spread helpless in front of him and stepped forward to separate my legs. He just stood there between my thighs, smiling, looking at me for what seemed like forever. My body was responding out of control. I could feel moisture everywhere, eyes, breasts, and my thighs. “That is one gorgeous snatch lover. That bastard was one ...
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