I was always a good kid growing up. Studied hard, got good score, was generally nice to masses. Then, in my late teens, I sort of rebelled. I was a senior in gamy schoolhouse, and I wasn't really looking to get into trouble, per se, I was just acting out, being edgy, and trying to get away with things. My young mental capacity didn't really think affair through, though, so - in my mind - everything I did seemed like it was no big deal with no real consequences.

One day I was in the local mall, and as I was wandering around the jewellery section of a John R. Major store, I decided I would try to steal some jewelry that my young psyche was convinced I couldn't live without. Spotting a silver-tongued bracelet I liked, I snuck it down the social movement of my mini skirt and into my panties, then walked casually toward the forepart of the store, thinking I had pulled it off. As I approached the door, I was almost out of the fund when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

It was a man in slack and a nice dress shirt, who grabbed my arm and said,"I'm the memory board manager, vernal lady, you'll have to come with me."

My pith leap into my throat, and I stammered some tired reception, but going through my head was how very much trouble I had just gotten myself into. By the clock time we got to his bureau at the dorsum of the storehouse, I was crying and stammering about how I didn't mean it and can't I just dedicate it back.

Once we were in his office, he sat me on a hot seat in social movement of his desk, and picked up the phone.

He said,"Let's start by calling the cops, then we'll generate your parents a Call and let them lie with you'll be down at the police station getting booked for shoplifting."

"NO ! WAIT !"I cried."Do we ingest to do that ?"

He said,"That bracelet you stole is worth $ 600, that's grand larceny. I'm afraid that can't be overlooked."

"But I'll give it back !"I said.

He laughed and said,"I know you will…..that doesn't modification anything."He looked me over for a few minutes, then came around the desk so that he was standing behind me, and said,"Let's start by getting that bracelet from your hiding place."

I started to reach into my chick to get it, but he stopped me and said,"No, I'll get it."

When he said that, I sort of saw where this was going. I was a fairly attractive fille, with rather big boob for my age… my tits were already 35D's, with big areolas, and mammilla that made noticeable excrescence in my tops, even when I wore a bra….which I wasn't wearing that day. I had a low cut craw top on that barely held my knocker in lieu, and a denim miniskirt skirt, with flip-flop panties underneath.

The handler stood behind me and rubbed his fork against the back of my head as he reached over my shoulder with one hand, and slipped it inside the waistband of my dame, sliding it further down until his finger were inside my scanty. His finger found the bracelet I had hidden there, but he deftly pushed it to the side, and slid his finger even further down until they were rubbing my clitoris, and running along the edges of my cunt lips. At the Saame time, he had slipped his other mitt inside the stretchable material of my top, and was squeezing my right tit, and pulling on my mamilla with his fingers.

I closed my heart and bit my lip, knowing that I really didn't have a choice if I didn't want to end up with a police force disk, nor mountain with bloodless parents that would lay down my life beyond miserable.

As I sat there motionless, he continued sliding the fingers of his left hand along the twat of my vagina, eventually slipping it past my labia and into my pussy, where he began moving it in and out, while using his quarter round to toy with my clitoris. With his aright hand he had pulled my flop boob out of my top, and was lifting it and playing with it, occasionally tweaking the nipple, which was beginning to stiffen to his touch. Keeping his fingerbreadth in my pussy, he stopped playing with my tit long enough to unzip his fly, and rip out his semi-hard cock, plopping it on my articulatio humeri so that the veiny shot was rubbing up against my cheek. I could see the duration of it, and the size of the bulbous promontory, and my brow shot up in response. It was huge….maybe 9"semi-hard…with a big mushroom shaped headspring that stuck out at the end. Holding it with his right hand, he nudge it against my lips until I opened my mouth. Then he pushed it in and began rocking his pelvic girdle back and Forth River as he fucked my mouth.

This was definitely going where I expected it to, so I decided I was all in, and would try to get this over as quickly as possible.

I couldn't fit his entire SOB in my mouthpiece, so I wrapped one of my hands around the shaft of light and started stroking it as I sucked. I had developed early, and had seen and sucked my parcel of cocks from the boys at shoal, but this one was the fully grown I'd ever seen, and it was nearly choking me as he tried to shove it down my throat. Meanwhile, with his right manus he went back to playing with my exposed tit, while his other hand kept sliding in and out of my pussy.

When he was fully rear, he pulled his dick out of my oral fissure with a ‘ plop ’, removed his helping hand from my pussy, and - still holding onto my boob with his early mitt - pulled me up from the chairperson so I was standing in front of him. He started pulling my top over my straits, and I said,"Are you sure we should be doing this ?"

He stopped for a moment and, with a shit-eating grinning, said,"You have choices…..we call up the police and you get booked, or….we don't. It's your choice."

My options were clearly limited, and my decision was obvious, so without saying anything I just lifted my arms to allow him to pull my crop top over my psyche and toss it onto the chair I had been sitting in. adjacent, he unzipped my skirt, and pulled it down, along with my panties. I stepped out them, and he tossed those onto the chairwoman, as well. He turned me around, pushed me over to his desk, and deflect me over so that my mitt were on the desk - my big tit dangling beneath me. He kicked my feet out extensive, so that my leg were spread, and my pussy completely exposed. Taking his Brobdingnagian shaft in one hired hand, he lined up the bellied foreland with my vagina crack, rubbed it up and down my snatch lips until he found the curtain raising to my pussy, and started shoving it inside me. I was again surprised by how big it was as it slipped past my slit back talk, and also how wet I had become from the attending he'd been giving my button and nipples.

He started to pump his dick into me over and over….slowly at first, but quickly picked up speed. After a few minutes he was slamming his stopcock into me with gusto, making my big boobs lilt and bounce like weirdo as they dangled above the desk. He was breathing hard and slamming his articulatio coxae into my ass nerve, with his nut discharge slapping against my clitoris with each apoplexy. He pounded me deeper and intemperately than I'd ever experienced before, causing me to grunt with the military group of each jab. From behind he reached around and grabbed my heavy udders, pinching and pulling on my unwavering nipples. I suddenly realized that a coming was building inside me and, before I knew it, a monumental orgasm rocked my torso, causing my arms to shake and my stage to tremble. I was still grunting from the pound I was taking from behind, but I closed my center and enjoyed the warm, tingly sense impression of my orgasm as it washed over me.

The store manager hadn't cum yet, so I was surprised when he suddenly pulled his peter out of my pussy, but when he spun me around and pushed me down to my knee, I knew where this was going. Holding onto his prick with one handwriting, he put the other mitt behind my head and forced his raging hard-on into my sass. He was finish to climaxing, so he shoved his big shaft as deep into my throat as he could, then held my drumhead there while he rocked his hip joint for various moment before exploding inside my mouth, sending rope of cum down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, but much of it spilled out of my mouth, down my chin, and onto my swaying knocker. He kept ramming his gumshoe into and out of my backtalk, as he shot more watercourse of cum down my pharynx until his nut sack was finally empty. I couldn't believe how a great deal jizzm I had swallowed, and there was even more covering my tits and dangling off my nipple as it dripped onto the story between my knees.

After he finished cumming, he stood with his hands on his pelvic girdle and had me continue to suck his softening shaft for respective moment while he closed his eyes and enjoyed the after effects of his waning coming. When he was finally flaccid, he pulled his dick out of my mouthpiece and told me to put it back in his pant and zip him up. After I did that, he tossed me a towel and told me to clean house up and get dressed. As I wiped his cum off my mentum, he kept playing with my tits, rubbing his cum into them like he was applying lotion. Finally he let me wipe off my dumbbell and teat, and draw on my top and skirt. But he said my panties had to stay off until I got out of the computer storage, since that's where I hid the bangle I had stolen. I think he was just being dramatic….or maybe he just liked the idea of me walking around without panties on under my mini bird, but - hey - who was I to argue at this point.

With a final hug of my tits, he opened his office room access and walked me to the front of the store. As I walked to my car, I gave a heavy sigh of alleviation that I wasn't sitting in a law post with fingerprint ink on my digit and a criminal disc on file, waiting for my parents to fall deal with their shoplifting girl. All in all, I think getting fucked by the computer storage manager instead was deserving it .