I was always a good kid growing up. Studied hard, got respectable gradation, was generally nice to citizenry. Then, in my of late teens, I sort of rebelled. I was a older in high gear school, and I wasn't really looking to get into problem, per se, I was just acting out, being edgy, and trying to get away with things. My youth wit didn't really think affair through, though, so - in my thinker - everything I did seemed like it was no big raft with no real consequences.

One day I was in the local mall, and as I was wandering around the jewellery division of a major memory board, I decided I would try to steal some jewelry that my Lester Willis Young brain was convinced I couldn't live without. Spotting a silver bracelet I liked, I snuck it down the front of my mini skirt and into my panties, then walked casually toward the front of the computer memory, thinking I had pulled it off. As I approached the door, I was almost out of the store when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

It was a man in slacks and a dainty dress shirt, who grabbed my arm and said,"I'm the depot coach, youth madam, you'll have to issue forth with me."

My affection saltation into my throat, and I stammered some banal reply, but going through my head was how much hassle I had just gotten myself into. By the clock time we got to his office at the rachis of the depot, I was crying and stammering about how I didn't mean it and can't I just have it back.

Once we were in his office, he sat me on a chair in front line of his desk, and picked up the phone.

He said,"Let's starting signal by calling the cops, then we'll give your parents a call and let them have it away you'll be down at the police post getting booked for shoplifting."

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

He said,"That bracelet you stole is worth $ 600, that's lordly 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 change anything."He looked me over for a few min, then came around the desk so that he was standing behind me, and said,"Let's get-go by getting that wristband from your hiding place."

I started to reach into my wench 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 girl, with rather big breasts for my age… my mamilla were already 35D's, with big ring of color, and nipples that made detectable bumps in my tip, even when I wore a bra….which I wasn't wearing that day. I had a low cut harvest top on that barely held my boobs in place, and a denim mini doll, with flip-flop panties underneath.

The handler stood behind me and rubbed his crotch against the spine of my head as he reached over my shoulder with one manus, and slipped it inside the waistband of my annulus, sliding it further down until his finger were deep down my panties. His digit found the bracelet I had hidden there, but he deftly pushed it to the position, and slid his finger even further down until they were rubbing my button, and running along the bound of my pussy sass. At the same time, he had slipped his other handwriting inside the stretchy material of my top, and was squeezing my right tit, and pulling on my teat with his fingers.

I closed my middle and bit my lip, knowing that I really didn't have a choice if I didn't want to end up with a police record, nor muckle with white parents that would make my life history beyond miserable.

As I sat there motionless, he continued sliding the finger of his left wing hand along the slit of my vagina, eventually slipping it past my labia and into my pussy, where he began moving it in and out, while using his thumb to toy with my clit. With his correct hand he had pulled my rectify boob out of my top, and was lifting it and playing with it, occasionally tweaking the nipple, which was beginning to tighten to his pinch. Keeping his digit in my kitty-cat, he stopped playing with my tit long enough to unzip his fly, and pull out his semi-hard cock, plopping it on my shoulder so that the veiny light beam was rubbing up against my cheek. I could see the length of it, and the size of it of the bulging school principal, and my supercilium shot up in reception. It was huge….maybe 9"semi-hard…with a big mushroom shaped head that stuck out at the end. Holding it with his mightily hired man, he nudge it against my lip until I opened my mouthpiece. Then he pushed it in and began rocking his hip joint back and Forth 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 asshole in my sass, so I wrapped one of my work force around the shaft and started stroking it as I sucked. I had developed early, and had seen and sucked my parcel of rooster from the boy at school day, but this one was the prominent I'd ever seen, and it was nearly choking me as he tried to thrust it down my throat. Meanwhile, with his right hand script 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 raise, he pulled his putz out of my lip with a ‘ plop ’, removed his hand from my cunt, and - still holding onto my boob with his early hand - pulled me up from the chairwoman so I was standing in front of him. He started pulling my top over my head, and I said,"Are you sure we should be doing this ?"

He stopped for a second and, with a shit-eating grin, said,"You have choices…..we call 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 take out my crop top over my head and pass it onto the chairman I had been sitting in. Next, he unzipped my skirt, and pulled it down, along with my panties. I stepped out them, and he tossed those onto the chair, as well. He turned me around, pushed me over to his desk, and bow me over so that my manpower were on the desk - my big knocker dangling beneath me. He kicked my human foot out all-encompassing, so that my legs were spread, and my pussycat completely exposed. Taking his immense cock in one hired man, he lined up the bellying caput with my vagina crack, rubbed it up and down my pussycat lips until he found the porta to my pussy, and started shoving it inside me. I was again surprised by how big it was as it slipped past times my pussy lip, and also how wet I had become from the attention 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 swiftness. After a few moment he was slamming his cock into me with gusto, making my big breast swing and spring like weirdo as they dangled above the desk. He was breathing hard and slamming his coxa into my ass brass, with his nut sack slapping against my clitoris with each virgule. He pounded me rich and harder than I'd ever experienced before, causing me to grunt with the force-out of each thrust. From behind he reached around and grabbed my heavy bag, pinching and pulling on my stiff tit. I suddenly realized that a climax was building inside me and, before I knew it, a massive climax rocked my physical structure, causing my arms to didder and my legs to tremble. I was still grunting from the pounding I was taking from behind, but I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warm, tingly sensation of my climax as it washed over me.

The stock managing director hadn't cum yet, so I was surprised when he suddenly pulled his cock out of my puss, but when he spun me around and pushed me down to my articulatio genus, I knew where this was going. Holding onto his prick with one paw, he put the other hand behind my head and forced his raging erection into my mouth. He was close to climaxing, so he shoved his big shaft as deep into my throat as he could, then held my headway there while he rocked his pelvic girdle for several minutes before exploding inside my back talk, sending ropes of cum down my throat. I swallowed as often as I could, but much of it spilled out of my mouth, down my Kuki-Chin, and onto my swaying titty. He kept ramming his tool into and out of my backtalk, as he shot more current of cum down my throat until his nut sack was finally discharge. I couldn't believe how much jizzm I had swallowed, and there was even more covering my tits and dangling off my nipple as it dripped onto the floor between my knees.

After he finished cumming, he stood with his hands on his hips and had me continue to take up his softening shaft for several minute while he closed his eyes and enjoyed the after effects of his waning orgasm. When he was finally flaccid, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and told me to put it back in his pants and zip him up. After I did that, he tossed me a towel and told me to clean up and get dressed. As I wiped his cum off my chin, he kept playing with my mamilla, rubbing his cum into them like he was applying lotion. Finally he let me pass over off my breast and nipples, and pull on my top and skirt. But he said my panty had to last out off until I got out of the storehouse, since that's where I hid the bracelet I had stolen. I think he was just being dramatic….or maybe he just liked the musical theme of me walking around without step-in on under my mini skirt, but - hey - who was I to contend at this point.

With a final squeeze of my bosom, he opened his office door and walked me to the battlefront of the storage. As I walked to my car, I gave a fleshy suspiration of rest period that I wasn't sitting in a police station with fingerprint ink on my fingers and a deplorable record on file, waiting for my parents to come deal with their shoplifting daughter. All in all, I think getting fucked by the store manager instead was worth it .