The Shoplifter Chapter Two - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Two

... myself and then to him. “Yes.” He thrust into me firmly, “Yes what, sweetheart?” He hesitated there firmly against my sensitive places. “I like this dick.” “What type of a dick is it you like, lover?” “I like your type dick.” I answered softly. “What’s that big dick doing lover?” “It’s driving me crazy.” “That’s my “type” of girl. Here you can have it all again.” With that, he moved down and returned to stroking deeply into me. I moaned and my arms came up to surround him. That was all it took, without another word he delivered. Fifteen long strokes; I counted them and with each stroke I felt the surge of his warm semen and a responding contraction deep within me. My body was arching upward and tightening around him with each surge, and each time it caused me to shudder with an uncontrolled response. Each time I shuddered he would respond with another stroke and another deposit. Then one final deep thrust and he collapsed onto me. He was as deep as he could get. After sometime he gently began to lift up and withdraw, but to my surprise I was holding him down tightly. Somewhere in the process my arms had tightened around his neck and my body had constricted holding him tightly down there as well. He couldn’t move. Shocked and embarrassed, I let go of him and struggled to stop the contractions. But, as he began to withdraw an empty feeling swept over me. My vagina would not stop tightening around him. I shuddered from head to toe and pulled him back toward me, waiting for my ...

... body to release him. Bobbie grinned down at me. “Oh my, baby! We like that, don’t we girl?” He rested there a moment and then just started to ramble, “Girl, you got some very special things going on in there. You really need the loving. You know being preggo is just going to make you wilder every day. You get real happy right now, understand? Bobby has ways to work this all out. Ways that will keep you a happy lady, for sure. I’ll make sure everything is ok for you.” I lay on my back on the desk, exhausted, as he put things away slowly and then helped me to my feet. My dress fell back into place and I reached up to straighten my hair a bit. As my arms went upward to reach my hair another convulsion passed through my lower body. I shook all over. My body was adjusting to what happened. Repeated contractions were securing everything assuring I was going to keep everything that had been put deep within me. I walked over to get my panties. They were missing. I turned looking for them. Bobbie had moved to the desk chair where he sat watching my unstable walk and smiling, “You’re one good looking fine lover, little girl. It’s going to be good working together...do you agree?” I nodded. He grinned again, “Baby, Bobby just spoke to you. When this nigger speaks he wants none of this head shaking shit. You understand. I want to hear your lovely voice.” In my mind, I could still feel him buried in me, still feel my reactions; still feel his lips around mine. “We’re going to have fun ...