The fluorescent lights of the department store cast a sterile glow, but they couldn’t wash away the warm, golden undertones of my blonde hair as it cascaded over my shoulders. I tucked a loose strand behind my ear, glancing around the aisles with what I hoped was nonchalance. My tank top clung to my curves just right, a soft, creamy white that stood out against the faded blue of my denim jacket. The jacket hung open, giving a casual view of my neckline and the delicate rise of my chest. My jean shorts rode up just a bit, showing off the length of my tanned legs and a glimpse of my ass cheek.
I could feel the smooth fabric of the shorts against my skin and the slight roughness of the denim jacket as it brushed my arm. Every step in my white sneakers was calculated, the sound muffled by the store’s carpeted floor. My heart thudded a little faster as I moved closer to the exit, the small item tucked discreetly into my jacket pocket.
The store was quiet, the lull that settled in late afternoons. I bit my lip, glancing back to ensure no one noticed me lingering too long in the aisle. I felt a thrill—excitement and fear—simmering beneath my composed exterior. The idea of slipping away unnoticed, my pulse racing with each step, was intoxicating.
But as I reached the exit, the automatic doors slid open with a soft hiss, only to be met by a towering figure. He was easily over six feet, his broad shoulders filling the space as he stepped into my path. The store’s uniform stretched across his chest, dark fabric that did nothing to hide the strength underneath. His eyes, sharp and a shade too intense, locked onto mine.
“Miss,” he said, his voice deep and authoritative, sending a jolt through me, “I think you need to come with me.”
My heart sank. He didn’t touch me, but his presence alone made my pulse quicken for an entirely different reason now. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry, and nodded. I could feel the weight of the small, stolen object pressing against me, hidden but not nearly well enough. I followed him, trying to keep my breathing steady, feeling the eyes of the store’s few remaining shoppers on my back.
The back office was small and cramped, with a simple desk, a chair, and a few shelves lined with binders and papers. The air was thick, with a slight mustiness, as if it had been closed off for too long. He gestured for me to sit in the chair, and I did, the cold metal seeping through the fabric of my shorts.
He closed the door behind us, the click of the lock sending a shiver down my spine. My hands gripped the edge of the chair, knuckles white. I looked up at him, feeling small under his gaze, the reality of my situation crashing down like a wave.
“Before we go any further,” he said, his tone firm, “I need to search you. It’s standard procedure.”
My breath caught in my throat, and I nodded slowly, unable to speak. The room felt even smaller now, the walls closing in. He stepped closer, eyes scanning me with a professional detachment that did little to calm my racing heart.
“Stand up,” he instructed, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I rose from the chair, my legs feeling unsteady beneath me. He reached out, his large hand guiding me to turn around. My skin prickled with awareness as his hands moved methodically, running over the outside of my arms, down my sides, and over the curve of my hips. He patted at my chest as I heard him groan; he went to my crotch, intentionally giving it a cheeky rub. I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing, trying to steady the rapid beat of my heart.
When his hands paused at my jacket pockets, I held my breath. He slipped his fingers inside, pulling out the small item I had tried to steal—a bottle of perfume, the glass cool against his skin. I bit my lip, cheeks flushing with shame and something else I couldn’t quite place.
“You know,” he began, his voice softening slightly as he held up the perfume, “I could call the police. Or your dad.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. The thought of my dad finding out about his disappointment made my heart clench painfully. But there was something else in the way he said it that sent a different kind of shiver through me.
“Or…” He let the word linger, his eyes never leaving mine. The tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating, as I tried to process what he was implying.
“We could come up with a little deal,” he suggested, his tone lower now, almost conspiratorial.
I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. My mind raced, weighing the options and the consequences. I felt the heat rising in my cheeks, a mix of fear and uncertainty gnawing at my resolve.
“W-what kind of deal?” I stammered, barely above a whisper, my voice betraying my nerves.
The silence that followed was heavy, charged with unspoken possibilities, as his eyes bore into mine, waiting for my decision.
“Here’s the deal, suck my cock and then let me fuck your pussy and end it off with your tight ass and then you can go. I will let you keep what you stole, so do we have a deal?”
My mind raced as I weighed my options. My heart thudded, the steady beat growing faster as the implications of his words sunk in. I was no stranger to the thrill of doing something risky, of pushing the boundaries of what was expected of me. But this was different. This was something I hadn’t prepared myself for, hadn’t fully considered.
I looked up at him, my eyes searching his for any hint of deception, any sign that this was all a cruel trick. But there was nothing but intensity, a smouldering heat that set my pulse racing. My breath came in short, sharp bursts, and I could feel the wetness gathering between my thighs.
I bit my lip, the taste of my lipstick a sharp contrast to my heart pounding. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do, what I was agreeing to. I have a fucking boyfriend, but, I couldn’t believe how much my body wanted it, the ache between my legs growing more insistent with each passing moment.
I nodded slowly, my decision made. The words seemed to stick in my throat, but I forced them out, whispering, “Yes, we have a deal.”
He smiled then, a slow, almost predatory curve of his lips, as he reached for the button of his pants. I felt my breath catch in my throat, the anticipation building, my heart threatening to beat right out of my chest.
He slid his pants down, the dark fabric pooling around his ankles, revealing the long, thick length of his cock. It was beautiful, a perfect curve and a flush of veins running down the length, the tip glistening with moisture. I felt a sudden rush of desire, a deep, primal urge to touch and taste him.
He reached out, cradling my cheek as he leaned in, whispering, “Good girl, I am going to enjoy those tits and pussy,” before his lips met mine. The kiss was slow and deep, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips before he slipped inside, tasting me. I moaned, the sound caught in my throat, my hands reaching out to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin against mine.
He broke the kiss, his eyes burning into mine, as he took a step back, his cock just inches from my lips. I leaned in, my hands reaching out to grip the base of his shaft, my tongue darting out to taste the drop of moisture on the tip. I heard him groan, the sound deep and raw, sending a thrill through me.
I took him into my mouth then, my lips wrapping around the tip, my tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. I heard him moan again, the sound making my heart race as I took him deeper, my throat constricting around his thickness. I moved my head back and forth, the wetness slicking his skin, my mouth and tongue working in tandem to drive him wild.
He gripped my hair, pulling it gently as he thrust his hips, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, the sensation foreign but not entirely unpleasant, the wetness pooling in my mouth. I moaned around him, the sound vibrating against his skin, my hands gripping his hips, holding him close.
He then started to be rough, using my head like a plunger on his cock. As he held my hair tightly and pulled my head back and forth, I could feel the sloppy wetness of my saliva and his precum mixing, dripping down my chin as I sucked him with a relentless hunger, each gasp and groan only fueling my desperate urge to please him, to make him feel so good that he’d forget all about catching me stealing. His other hand reached down, slipped beneath my tank top and squeezed my breast tightly.
“Fuck, you’re such a dirty little slut,” he growled, gripping my breast even harder, twisting my nipple between his fingers. I whimpered the mix of pain and pleasure, only adding to the intensity of our illicit encounter. “Yeah, take that big fucking cock, you want it so bad, don’t you?”
I could only nod in response, unable to speak, my mouth too busy worshipping his shaft, my tongue tracing each vein, my lips tight around his girth as he fucked my mouth harder, his hips pistoning back and forth in a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent a shiver of pure pleasure through me, a deep, pulsating warmth that started between my legs and radiated through my entire body. I was his, entirely under his control, ready and eager to do whatever he commanded.
My eyes watered as his cock hit the back of my throat again and again, but I refused to stop, my body driven by a primal hunger to please him, to give him the release he needed. His grunts and groans filled the small room, mixing with the wet sounds of my mouth on his cock.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, that I’d pass out from lack of air or sheer pleasure, he pulled out, his cock slipping from my swollen lips with a lewd, wet sound.
“On the desk, now,” he growled, his voice barely recognizable, his eyes dark with lust and need. “I need to be inside that tight, little pussy of yours. And I need to be there now.”
His words sent a rush of heat through me, the thought of him inside me, filling me, possessing me, driving me wild. I stumbled over to the desk, my legs shaking, and leaned over it, my hands gripping the other side for support. He was behind me in an instant, his hands roaming over my body, tracing the curve of my ass, squeezing my hip, before pulling my shorts down, revealing the pale, smooth skin of my ass cheeks.
“Fuck, look at that perfect, round ass,” he breathed, his hands running over my skin before giving my cheek a hard, possessive slap. I gasped, the sting sending a pulse of pleasure through me. “You’re going to take my cock in that tight ass of yours, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I managed to stammer, the thought of him fucking my ass sending a rush of heat through me.
He gives my sweet cunt a little rub, “But first, I will fuck your pussy for a bit; I will then finish by fucking your asshole. Is that ok, little lady?”
I nodded, unable to speak, the anticipation building, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. I felt the warmth of his body pressed against me, the heat of his cock nestled between the cheeks of my ass, and I moaned quietly, my breath hitching in my throat as he reached down, guiding himself to my pussy.
With one swift, powerful thrust, he filled me. I cried out, a mix of pleasure and surprise, my pussy gripping him tightly as he began to move, slow at first before picking up the pace, his cock sliding in and out in a steady rhythm. With each thrust, I could feel the pleasure building deep inside me, a fire that threatened to consume me from the inside out.
He reached up, gripping my hair tightly as he fucked me harder, his hips pistoning back and forth in time with the thrusts of his cock. I met him stroke for stroke, my body moving in rhythm with his, my breathing growing ragged as he drove me closer and closer to the edge. His other hand reached down, slipped beneath my tank top and squeezed my breast again, twisting my nipple between his fingers as he fucked me harder still.
My ass cheeks slapped against him as he brutally took me hard in my pussy, “I wonder what your dad would think of me doing this to his innocent princess. But we know you’re not a sweet girl, don’t we, DONT WE.”
His words struck a chord, adding a layer of filthy taboo to our already illicit encounter. It was wrong, so evil, but I couldn’t deny the ache between my legs, the deep, pulsing need for more. He fucked me harder, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room, drowning out everything else.
“You’re mine now, sweetheart,” he growled, his voice ragged and raw, “My dirty little slut to do with as I please. The sound of your pussy squelching as I fuck it tells me how turned on you are.”
I moaned, the sound muffled by the desk, my body trembling as he fucked me with a raw, primal intensity. I could feel the pleasure building, a deep, pulsating warmth that started between my legs and radiated through my entire body. I was his, entirely under his control, ready and eager to do whatever he commanded.
He reached down, his fingers tracing the curve of my ass, before slipping one inside me. I gasped, the sensation foreign but not entirely unpleasant, my body tensing as he explored me, his finger sliding in and out in time with the thrusts of his cock.
“You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart,” he groaned, his voice ragged and raw, “I can’t wait to be inside that tight little ass of yours. I am going to fuck it hard now.”
He pulled his cock out of my pussy, and then pressed it against my asshole.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and rough, a hint of a threat in his tone. I nodded, unable to speak, my heart pounding in my chest as he pressed against my tight opening. I felt a burn, a sharp, stinging pain as he forced his way inside, but it was quickly replaced by a deep, pulsing pleasure that radiated through my entire body. He began to move, his hips pistoning back and forth as he fucked me hard, his cock filling me, possessing me in a way I had never experienced before.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, so fucking perfect,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he drove himself deeper, harder, faster. I could feel the pleasure building, a deep, pulsating warmth that threatened to consume me from the inside out.
I felt his fingers enter my cunt as his cock still took me up my ass, “Ahhhh…” I moaned, the dual sensations of his fingers stroking my gushing pussy and his thick cock stretching my tight asshole, driving me wild with desire. I pushed back to meet his thrusts, wanting every inch of him buried inside me.
He started to fuck me in earnest, each pounding thrust causing the desk to shift beneath us and a slapping sound echoing through the room. I could feel his cock sliding in and out, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing over me.
I lost track of time, losing myself in the rhythm of our bodies moving in tandem. I felt a tightness building in my lower belly, a sure sign of my impending release. I reached beneath myself, my fingers finding my clit, and I began to rub in small circles, adding another layer of pleasure to our already intense encounter.
He groaned, the sound deep and raw, as he felt me tighten around him, the precursor to my orgasm. “Yeah, come for me, dirty little slut. Show me how much you love this cock fucking your pussy and ass.”
His words pushed me over the edge, and I came hard, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I felt a warm gush between my legs, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I moaned, my body trembling with the force of my release.
He continued to fuck me, his thrusts slowing as my body milked his cock. He groaned, a low, guttural sound, as he emptied himself inside me. I could feel his cock twitching as he filled me with his cum, the warmth of it spreading through me.
He pulled out, his cock slipping from my ass, which was now he left a gaping hole.
He turned me around, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked at me. I was a mess, my makeup smeared, my hair dishevelled, and my body covered in sweat. But I felt more alive than I had in a long time.
He pulled up his pants, adjusting himself, “Right, get dressed, as I need to get back to work.”
I quickly pulled up my shorts, wincing slightly as my sensitive skin came into contact with the rough fabric. I adjusted my tank top, trying to cover the evidence of our encounter as best I could. My ass hurt as I walked towards the door.
I took one last glance at him, his face impassive as he watched me, before turning and walking out of the room. The store was empty now, the last of the customers having left. I felt a mixture of emotions as I made my way to the exit, my legs still shaky, my body tingling with the aftershocks of our illicit encounter.
As I stepped outside, the cool air hitting my skin, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had done something reckless, something that could have gotten me into trouble. But it had also been thrilling, exhilarating, and unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
I clutched the stolen item in my hand, the small bottle of perfume, as I walked away from the store. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, what I had allowed myself to do. But I also knew that I would do it again, given the chance.