Samantha’s heart slammed against her ribcage as she scurried down the bustling mall corridor, clutching a small pouch to her chest. She knew the luxury store’s security cameras had caught her in the act, but a desperate urge to steal had overcome her better judgment. Her parents had just announced they couldn’t afford to send her to college, leaving Samantha feeling trapped and hopeless.
As she continued her panicked dash, she barely registered the officer’s approach until his firm grip clamped around her elbow. “Ma’am, I need to see some ID and ask you a few questions,” he said sternly, his hand resting on the grip of his holstered pistol.
The 18-year-old froze, her mind racing. She couldn’t let herself be caught. With a practised motion, Samantha reached into her purse and handed over her driver’s license, her hands shaking.
The officer’s gaze flicked from her ID to her startled face. “Samantha, I’ve got you on camera stealing a pair of designer sunglasses from that boutique over there,” he gestured towards the store where the incident had occurred. “Care to explain?”
Samantha’s face turned ashen. “I…I didn’t mean to, officer. I just really needed them and I got desperate. Please, I’ll return them, I swear.”
The security guard raised an eyebrow, studying Samantha’s tearful expression. He knew this ploy all too well. Many frantic souls, panicked about their financial situations or relationship woes, made poor choices in the heat of the moment. And this poor girl looked like a prime candidate for a little “persuasion.”
“Listen, Samantha, I can take you down to the station, book you, and let the judge decide your fate,” he said, his voice dripping with false sympathy. “Or… we can take care of this little matter right here, right now, and you can walk out of here a free woman.”
Samantha’s eyes widened, hope flickering in her gaze. “Wh-what do you mean?”
Mark flashed an insincere smile. “Well, I’m sure a pretty thing like you can think of a way to make this problem disappear, wouldn’t you? Let’s talk more in my office about it.”
Samantha’s mind reeled as the officer led her to the back room, her purse still clutched to her chest. She couldn’t let him discover the stolen items hidden in her cleavage. As they entered the small, dimly lit space, Mark closed the door behind them.
“Now, why don’t you have a seat and we’ll discuss the details?” he said, gesturing towards a chair.
Samantha perched on the edge, her fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt. She couldn’t afford to make any mistakes. “I-I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this right, officer. Just please, don’t arrest me.”
Mark circled the table, his eyes scrutinizing every inch of the young woman’s body. “I think we can come to an arrangement, Samantha. But first, I need to make sure you’re not hiding anything on you.”
As he approached, Samantha tensed, her hands instinctively moving to cover the small pouch nestled in her cleavage. “I’m not hiding anything, I swear!” she protested, but Mark was already reaching for her chest.
His fingers probed beneath the fabric of her tank top, searching for the telltale bulge of hidden items. Samantha bit back a whimper, her heart pounding as the officer’s hand closed around the pouch.
“Ah, what do we have here?” Mark asked, pulling out the small baggie containing the stolen sunglasses. “Looks like you were a little more resourceful than I gave you credit for.”
Samantha’s eyes filled with tears as she realized her predicament. The security guard had her dead to rights. But as she met Mark’s gaze, a glimmer of desperation sparked within her. She had come this far; she couldn’t let it all fall apart now.
“I know I messed up, officer,” she said, her voice shaking. “But can’t we work something out? I’ll do anything… just please, don’t go to the cops or tell my parents.”
“Ok strip,” said Mark in a stern tone, his expression unreadable. Samantha’s heart sank, but she knew she had no choice. If she didn’t comply, her fate would be far worse.
With a slow, trembling breath, she reached for the hem of her tank top and began to lift it over her head. Mark watched her intently, his eyes roaming over her exposed skin as she revealed more and more of her petite frame.
Once the top was discarded onto the chair, Samantha hooked her fingers into the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him, clad in only a simple black bra and matching panties, feeling utterly vulnerable.
Mark took a step closer, his gaze drinking in the sight of her nearly naked body. “Turn around,” he ordered, his voice low and husky.
Samantha complied, spinning to face the opposite wall as instructed. Her face burned with shame and humiliation. He stood behind her and pulled down her panties then unclasped her bra.
He bends her over the desk as he gets behind her on his knees inspecting her pussy.
“You have a good pussy, Samantha,” Officer Mark said as he slipped in one finger.
“W-what are you doing,” Samantha was shocked as she was defenseless naked bent over. Her pussy is being explored by the mall officer.
“I tell you what, let me fuck your pussy and you can walk free,” Mark slid his fingers in and out of Samantha’s dripping wet pussy, exploring every crevice and fold. She gasped and moaned, her body responding to his touch despite the horror of the situation. “So tight and wet, just how I like it, damn wish my wife’s pussy was like this,” he murmured, adding a second finger to stretch her open.
Samantha panted heavily, her mind racing. This was beyond degrading, but what choice did she have? She could either let Mark use her body to escape a prison sentence or face the consequences.
“Mmm, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Mark accused, his fingers curling to hit her sweet spot. Samantha bit her lip, trying to stifle a whimper as her hips bucked involuntarily. “I knew you were a naughty girl,” he chuckled, pumping his fingers faster.
He pulled out his fingers, she was still bent over the desk as she heard his belt buckle undo behind her.
Mark freed his throbbing erection from his pants, giving it a few strokes as he positioned himself behind Samantha. “I’m going to fuck this sweet pussy now,” he growled, his fingers dragging through her slick folds before guiding the head of his cock to her entrance.
Samantha cried out as he penetrated her in one swift thrust, filling her to the brim. She was so wet from his prior fingers that he slid in easily, her inner walls gripping him tightly.
“Oh fuck, you feel incredible,” Mark groaned, his hips starting to move as he fucked her hard and fast. “Take that cock, you little thief.”
Her body jerked with each deep stroke. She hated every second of being taken by this man, but she knew it was for her own good. At least this way, she’d avoid arrest and public shame.
Mark’s hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he pistoned in and out of her. “You’re mine now, Samantha,” he snarled, his pace increasing. “My personal fuck toy. You’ll do whatever I say, whenever I say it.”
Samantha’s mind reeled at the implications, but she could only focus on the intense sensations coursing through her. Her pussy clenched around Mark’s thick cock, the pleasure building quickly despite the circumstances.
As Mark slammed into her from behind, Samantha couldn’t help but moan, her body betraying her. His cock stretched her open, hitting deep and igniting sparks of pleasure behind her eyelids. She hated how much she enjoyed it, hated the way her pussy clamped down on his shaft, as if begging for more.
“Fuck, your cunt’s so tight,” Mark grunted, his hips slamming against her ass with relentless force. “I knew a little thief like you would be a closet slut. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
She bit her lip to stifle a whimper, her mind reeling as he continued to pound into her. Each thrust sent a surge of pleasure through her core, making her pussy flutter and squeeze his cock.
“I’m not a-ahhh…I’m not a slut,” she protested weakly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their flesh slapping together.
Samantha could only whimper, her body trapped in a web of shame and desire. She didn’t know how much longer she could resist the intense pleasure building within her. Mark’s cock was hitting all the right spots, making her clit throb and her inner walls clench.
“Come on, Samantha,” he urged, his grip on her hips tightening. “Take it all, ungh.” He grunted as he started fucking her with force as her ass cheeks slapped loudly against him.
As Mark’s powerful thrusts continued, Samantha could feel her pussy starting to spasm. The intense pleasure, although unwanted, was overwhelming. She clenched her teeth, trying to hold back a moan as she felt her climax rapidly approaching.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Mark groaned, his pace becoming erratic. “You’re making me lose control, you little slut!”
Samantha’s eyes widened as she realized the officer was about to climax inside her. The thought of being filled with his seed, of his hot cum marking her as his, sent a shiver down her spine.
“Yes, fuck me!” she heard herself whimper, her body betraying her as it began to tremble.
Mark let out a primal grunt as he pistoned into her one last time, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself deep within her. Samantha could feel his hot cum flooding her pussy, the sensation triggering her own explosive orgasm.
She screamed, her body convulsing as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy Milked his cock, drawing out every last drop of his release as she rode out the intense aftermath.
Finally, after finishing ejaculating in her sweet pussy, Mark pulled out of her with a wet pop. Samantha felt a trickle of his cum escapes her overstretched hole, dripping down her thigh.
“Go get dressed,” he ordered brusquely, tucking himself back into his pants. “And remember, keep this little incident to yourself.”
With those parting words, Mark opened the door and gestured for Samantha to leave. She grabbed her clothes, still shaking with residual pleasure and shame, and quickly got dressed.
As she exited the office, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her eyes looked haunted, her skin flushed, and her hair a mess. She had never felt so degraded and used in her life.
But she also knew that, for now, she was free to go. And as long as she kept her mouth shut, she could put this dark episode behind her and move on. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but sometimes survival meant playing by different rules.
With a heavy heart, Samantha walked out of the mall, her head held high despite the weight of her secret. She knew that this encounter would stay with her forever, a hidden scar beneath the surface of her teenage life. But for now, she had to focus on living with the consequences of her choices, no matter how repulsive they might be.