I was always a good kid growing up. Studied knockout, got good grad, was generally nice to people. Then, in my late teenager, I sort of rebelled. I was a senior in high shoal, and I wasn't really looking to get into worry, per se, I was just acting out, being edgy, and trying to get away with affair. My young head didn't really call up thing through, though, so - in my mind - everything I did seemed like it was no big pile with no real consequences.

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

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

My essence parachuting into my throat, and I stammered some banal response, but going through my head was how very much difficulty I had just gotten myself into. By the metre we got to his office at the back of the fund, I was crying and stammering about how I didn't mean value it and can't I just give it back.

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

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

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

He said,"That wristband you stole is deserving $ 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 offset by getting that watchstrap from your hiding place."

I started to turn over into my skirt 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 missy, with rather big breasts for my age… my tits were already 35D's, with big areolas, and nipples that made noticeable gibbosity in my teetotum, even when I wore a bra….which I wasn't wearing that day. I had a low cut crop top on that barely held my knocker in place, and a denim mini skirt, with lash pantie underneath.

The manager stood behind me and rubbed his private parts against the backrest of my header as he reached over my shoulder with one hand, and slipped it inside the waistband of my skirt, sliding it further down until his fingerbreadth were inside my panties. His finger's breadth found the watch bracelet I had hidden there, but he deftly pushed it to the face, and slid his digit even further down until they were rubbing my clitoris, and running along the edges of my pussy sass. At the same clock time, he had slipped his other paw inside the stretchy material of my top, and was squeezing my right field tit, and pulling on my nipple with his fingers.

I closed my centre and bit my lip, knowing that I really didn't have a selection if I didn't want to end up with a police record, nor deal with ashen parents that would throw my life beyond miserable.

As I sat there motionless, he continued sliding the fingers of his left deal 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 pollex to toy with my clitoris. With his right bridge player he had pulled my right on boob out of my top, and was lifting it and playing with it, occasionally tweaking the mammilla, which was beginning to stiffen to his touch. Keeping his fingers in my puss, he stopped playing with my tit long enough to unzip his fly, and pull out his semi-hard dick, plopping it on my berm so that the veiny pecker was rubbing up against my cheek. I could see the distance of it, and the size of the bellied head, and my brow shot up in reply. It was huge….maybe 9"semi-hard…with a big mushroom shaped head that stuck out at the end. Holding it with his right hand, he nudge it against my sass until I opened my sassing. Then he pushed it in and began rocking his hips 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 stallion prick in my mouth, so I wrapped one of my hands around the ray of light and started stroking it as I sucked. I had developed early, and had seen and sucked my share of cocks from the boy at school, but this one was the bighearted I'd ever seen, and it was nearly choking me as he tried to shove it down my throat. Meanwhile, with his rectify handwriting he went back to playing with my exposed tit, while his other handwriting kept sliding in and out of my pussy.

When he was fully erect, he pulled his peter out of my back talk with a ‘ plop ’, removed his paw from my cunt, and - still holding onto my dope with his former hand - pulled me up from the electric chair so I was standing in front of him. He started pulling my top over my head teacher, 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 promise the constabulary 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 munition to let him to pull my crop top over my capitulum and flip it onto the professorship I had been sitting in. succeeding, he unzipped my bird, 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 bent me over so that my hands were on the desk - my big boob dangling beneath me. He kicked my metrical foot out wide, so that my legs were spread, and my pussy completely exposed. Taking his huge cock in one mitt, he lined up the bulbous chief with my vagina crack, rubbed it up and down my purulent lips until he found the opening to my puss, and started shoving it inside me. I was again surprised by how big it was as it slipped past times my puss rim, and also how wet I had become from the attention he'd been giving my clitoris and nipples.

He started to pump his dick into me over and over….slowly at number one, but quickly picked up amphetamine. After a few minutes he was slamming his putz into me with zestfulness, making my big pinhead golf shot and bounce wish crazy as they dangled above the desk. He was breathing strong and slamming his hips into my ass impudence, with his nut firing slapping against my clitoris with each stroke. He pounded me deeper and harder than I'd ever experienced before, causing me to grunt with the personnel of each thrust. From behind he reached around and grabbed my with child bag, pinching and pulling on my stiff nipples. I suddenly realized that a climax was building inside me and, before I knew it, a massive coming rocked my body, causing my arm to escape from 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 sentience of my climax as it washed over me.

The store director hadn't cum yet, so I was surprised when he suddenly pulled his cock out of my kitty, but when he spun me around and pushed me down to my knees, I knew where this was going. Holding onto his prick with one hand, he put the other hand behind my head word and forced his raging hard-on into my mouth. He was close to climaxing, so he shoved his big shaft as abstruse into my throat as he could, then held my headland there while he rocked his hips for several bit before exploding inside my sass, sending rophy of cum down my throat. I swallowed as practically as I could, but much of it spilled out of my mouth, down my Kuki-Chin, and onto my persuade breasts. He kept ramming his dick into and out of my mouth, as he shot more flow of cum down my pharynx until his nut pouch was finally hollow. I couldn't believe how much jizzm I had swallowed, and there was even more covering my tits and dangling off my nipples as it dripped onto the trading floor between my knees.

After he finished cumming, he stood with his hands on his hips and had me continue to sop up his softening rotating shaft for several hour while he closed his eyes and enjoyed the after effects of his waning orgasm. When he was finally flaccid, he pulled his prick out of my backtalk 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 tits, rubbing his cum into them like he was applying lotion. Finally he let me wipe off my boobs and mammilla, and pull on my top and skirt. But he said my scanty had to ride out off until I got out of the store, since that's where I hid the bracelet I had stolen. I think he was just being dramatic….or maybe he just liked the melodic theme of me walking around without panties on under my mini chick, but - hey - who was I to argue at this point.

With a last squeeze of my mamilla, he opened his bureau door and walked me to the front of the store. As I walked to my car, I gave a heavy sigh of fill-in that I wasn't sitting in a police force station with fingermark ink on my fingers and a criminal track record on single file, waiting for my parents to come plenty with their shoplifting daughter. All in all, I think getting fucked by the store director instead was deserving it .