The Shoplifter Chapter Three - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Three

... tightened his hold on my hands, “How long ago Jamal nail this?” I tried to look at him, and another wanton tremor passed through me; “A little over two months ago.” I replied quietly looking downward. Just then a jolt hit me—Jamal—that was the first time I had heard his name. There was a name plate on the desk in the security office. It was about a foot in front of my nose, but I had never heard the name used. This was the name of the guy whose baby I was carrying. I shook all over. Somehow knowing his name made it all so much more personal; so much more involving. Jamal, Jamal, Jamal—it was Jamal’s life together with mine. Black and white, as mixed together as possible. “Well you sure do look good, little girl.” He snapped me back to reality, “That Jamal is one good looking big black buck and he got you good. You are a beautiful blooming young gal. You look good enough to eat. Come over here.” Bobby drew me to him, wrapped me in his arms and covered my mouth with his kiss. My arms automatically went around him and I felt my lower body reacting continuously. I was having responses I just had to deny. What he was doing created erotic tremors which passed upward in rapid succession. I could feel his erection firmly against me. He was right...I had to admit. There was a continuous yearning deep in my body that had grown to a firestorm. How could I be reacting this way in a terribly worrisome situation like this? Even in this tense circumstance I was turned on to the point of ...

... being out of control. I needed it. I was the “type” girl he had accused me of being from the beginning. Once again he shocked me back to reality, “Wow you feel good sugar. Anybody else get close to you or just that Jamal? I sensed he wanted a special confession from me. Entertainment! “Yes sir, you got me as well; remember?” Bobby smiled broadly and wrapped me in another embrace. “I sure do, honey. How could I forget? I just wanted to hear you say it. You and I got it on real good, didn’t we?” I looked at him and tried to smile, “Yes Bobby, you got me real good.” His grin told me I had said the right thing. He looked up and down my body again, “You know you are one fine looking white girl and you look to be doing real good with this whole thing. Are you healthy? Are you feeling good?” I glance at him, “Yes. I feel ok.” “Well you and that Jamal are producing on mighty fine little one here. Are you sure you don’t want to just go on and enjoy all this?” I looked at him, “Do you mean go on and have the baby?” “Why not honey. Bobby would make you a very happy lady if you want to do the right thing with this. A white girl, young and cute as you, pregnant by a big handsome black dude, can have a good time. Bobby can make sure everything comes out right for you. There are so many people looking for a pretty black baby. I shook my head—no! I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, “I cannot have a baby. It would ruin my life.” He looked at me and I could see disappointment. He hesitated ...