I was always a ripe kid growing up. Studied strong, got good grades, was generally nice to masses. Then, in my late teens, I sort of rebelled. I was a senior in high school, and I wasn't really looking to get into trouble, per se, I was just acting out, being high-strung, and trying to get away with things. My unseasoned brain didn't really cerebrate things through, though, so - in my idea - everything I did seemed like it was no big mint with no real consequences.

One day I was in the local shopping center, and as I was wandering around the jewelry subdivision of a John Major store, I decided I would try to slip some jewelry that my young mastermind was convinced I couldn't live without. Spotting a silver watch bracelet I liked, I snuck it down the battlefront of my mini skirt and into my panties, then walked casually toward the nominal head of the store, thinking I had pulled it off. As I approached the door, I was almost out of the storehouse when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

It was a man in slacks and a nice dress shirt, who grabbed my arm and said,"I'm the store manager, unseasoned madam, you'll have to fare with me."

My pith startle into my throat, and I stammered some banal response, but going through my head was how much bother I had just gotten myself into. By the metre we got to his office at the spine of the store, 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 hot seat in front of his desk, and picked up the phone.

He said,"Let's start by calling the bull, then we'll consecrate your parents a call and let them get laid you'll be down at the police place getting booked for shoplifting."

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

He said,"That bracelet you stole is worth $ 600, that's rarefied 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 minutes, then came around the desk so that he was standing behind me, and said,"Let's start by getting that watchband from your hiding place."

I started to reach 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 girl, with rather big breasts for my age… my tits were already 35D's, with big areolas, and nipples that made noticeable bumps in my superlative, 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 breast in spot, and a dungaree mini skirt, with thong panties underneath.

The coach stood behind me and rubbed his genitals against the back of my oral sex as he reached over my articulatio humeri with one hand, and slipped it inside the cincture of my bird, sliding it further down until his finger were inside my panties. His digit found the watchband I had hidden there, but he deftly pushed it to the incline, and slid his finger even further down until they were rubbing my clit, and running along the edges of my pussy lips. At the Saami time, he had slipped his other hand inside the stretchable material of my top, and was squeezing my right tit, and pulling on my nipple 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 constabulary record, nor deal with bloodless parents that would build my life beyond miserable.

As I sat there motionless, he continued sliding the fingers of his left wing manus 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 thumb to toy with my clitoris. With his right hand he had pulled my redress boob out of my top, and was lifting it and playing with it, occasionally tweaking the teat, which was beginning to stiffen to his touch. Keeping his finger in my kitty, he stopped playing with my tit long enough to unzip his fly, and pull out his semi-hard putz, plopping it on my shoulder so that the veiny shaft was rubbing up against my cheek. I could see the duration of it, and the size of the bellying head, and my eyebrows shot up in response. It was huge….maybe 9"semi-hard…with a big mushroom-shaped cloud shaped head that stuck out at the end. Holding it with his right paw, he nudge it against my rim until I opened my mouth. Then he pushed it in and began rocking his pelvis 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 pecker in my mouth, so I wrapped one of my hands around the shaft and started stroking it as I sucked. I had developed early, and had seen and sucked my share of cock from the boys at shoal, but this one was the biggest I'd ever seen, and it was nearly choking me as he tried to shove it down my throat. Meanwhile, with his right hired man he went back to playing with my exhibit tit, while his former hand kept sliding in and out of my pussy.

When he was fully vertical, he pulled his dick out of my mouth with a ‘ plop ’, removed his paw from my cunt, and - still holding onto my boob with his other bridge player - pulled me up from the electric chair so I was standing in movement of him. He started pulling my top over my headway, and I said,"Are you sure as shooting we should be doing this ?"

He stopped for a second and, with a shit-eating grinning, 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 implements of war to allow him to pull up my harvest top over my head and toss it onto the chair I had been sitting in. Next, he unzipped my wench, and pulled it down, along with my panties. I stepped out them, and he tossed those onto the chairperson, 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 boobs dangling beneath me. He kicked my fundament out wide, so that my peg were spread, and my pussy completely exposed. Taking his immense cock in one hand, he lined up the bulbous head with my vagina sally, rubbed it up and down my purulent rim until he found the opening to my slit, and started shoving it inside me. I was again surprised by how big it was as it slipped yesteryear my pussy lips, 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 speed. After a few proceedings he was slamming his cock into me with gusto, making my big boobs swing and spring like crazy as they dangled above the desk. He was breathing hard and slamming his hip joint into my ass cheeks, with his nut sac slapping against my clitoris with each CVA. He pounded me rich and harder than I'd ever experienced before, causing me to grunt with the force-out of each drive. From behind he reached around and grabbed my heavy udder, pinching and pulling on my firm nipples. I suddenly realized that a climax was building inside me and, before I knew it, a massive orgasm rocked my body, causing my munition to shake and my legs to tremble. I was still grunting from the throb I was taking from behind, but I closed my oculus and enjoyed the warm, tingly sensation of my climax as it washed over me.

The store manager hadn't cum yet, so I was surprised when he suddenly pulled his dick out of my pussy, but when he spun me around and pushed me down to my knees, I knew where this was going. Holding onto his scratch with one handwriting, he put the other hand behind my head and forced his raging hard-on into my mouth. He was close to climaxing, so he shoved his big ray as cryptic into my pharynx as he could, then held my head there while he rocked his hips for several minutes before exploding inside my mouth, sending ropes of cum down my pharynx. I swallowed as practically as I could, but much of it spilled out of my mouth, down my chin, and onto my swaying white meat. He kept ramming his pecker into and out of my mouth, as he shot Sir Thomas More stream of cum down my throat until his nut sack was finally hollow. I couldn't believe how practically jizzm I had swallowed, and there was even more get over my mammilla and dangling off my nipple as it dripped onto the floor between my knees.

After he finished cumming, he stood with his hand on his hips and had me continue to suck his softening shaft for several minutes while he closed his eyes and enjoyed the after effects of his waning orgasm. When he was finally flaccid, he pulled his hawkshaw out of my back talk 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 Kuki-Chin, he kept playing with my mammilla, rubbing his cum into them like he was applying application. Finally he let me wipe off my bosom and tit, and pull on my top and wench. But he said my panties had to stay off until I got out of the memory, since that's where I hid the bracelet 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 skirt, but - hey - who was I to argue at this point.

With a concluding squeeze of my tits, he opened his authority door and walked me to the front of the store. As I walked to my car, I gave a sullen suspiration of relief that I wasn't sitting in a constabulary place with fingermark ink on my fingers and a criminal record book on file cabinet, waiting for my parents to come wad with their shoplifting daughter. All in all, I think getting fucked by the store director instead was Worth it .