The Shoplifter Chapter Four - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Four

... here. You come back whenever you need to honey. Just think careful about what is best for that little guy.” It was still broad daylight. I was shocked by the unexpected bright light. I had the envelope in one hand and was trying to hold the red robe closed with the other. Instinctively, I reach up to cover my eyes and the robe fell open as I gingerly made my way down the steps toward my car. There were several young black boys throwing a foot ball next door. There were a couple older black guys in the driveway near the old garage in front of the car. They all stopped and watched as I descended the steps. My nude body shuddered uncontrollably as I struggled to cover up in the bright light and open the door to my car. I threw the envelope on the other seat of the Mustang and backed out to the street. It was five by the car clock. A strange feeling; almost a feeling of satisfaction, came over me. I had whored. I had probably sexed more than a dozen different black men. I had proven Bobby was right. I no longer had that internal debate. I now had ample evidence I was exactly the “type” of girl Bobby thought I was from the very beginning. My mind turned numb as I drove. I was much, much calmer inside now. How could I have such a warm sense of accomplishment? At the first red light I pulled the contents out of the envelope; $4,400 and note in big writing. Loved to see you sugar. Come back soon. You are loved. No one loses. I glanced at all the money. It said something for sure. ...

... This afternoon, Bobby had proven something I had worried about for some time. He had the power to drive me out of my mind and convince me to do anything he wanted—what’s more he would make me love doing it for him. . The big revelation here today was how much he wanted me to join him and have this baby. What an option. How confusing. I had to admit it had a certain strong appeal. It would be an easy, uncomplicated solution was I alone in this—if I did not have a good home life where expectations for my future were so high. No one at home knew of my “new” challenge, I was still the good little cute virgin in their eyes. I was someone with a very bright future that did not include having a black baby at nineteen years of age. If I got rid of this I could easily return to that normal life where everything was suburban perfect. Things were quiet when I arrived at home. I snuck in from the garage. My dad was gone on a business trip and mother was up in the shower. Thank goodness. I was still wearing nothing but the very small red velvet robe with my tattered white top underneath. I slid through the kitchen, glancing around like a deer in headlights as I quietly made my way quickly and quietly up the steps and into my bathroom. A strong compulsion took me into the full length mirror behind the bathroom door. I looked in the mirror to find a young, blonde, pregnant whore looking back with warm loving eyes. She was dressed in the cutest short, red silk robe. My image causes my heart to ...