The Shoplifter Chapter Four - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Four

... hand guided his enormous black erection deep into my white body. I lifted impulsively, arched upward, and distinctly felt him deep within as he released. I could not believe I had such power over this man. I had taken him over the top so easily. Twelve times he stroked and each time a major deposit surged into Caroline Webster. I responded, convulsing with each stroke. He lifted from me and stood up looked down smiling, “That was what I needed to say to you lady; any questions?” I murmured, “No”. I could hardly speak. I was too weak to sit up. I lay there on my back fully exposed, braced upward on my elbows. He grinned, his wide, ear to ear, grin, “Well what was it you want to say to me?” I looked up at him, “I can’t remember.” His smile got even broader, got up and went over to open the back door. Two guys I had noticed out front, walked in. They must have been waiting right outside the door. He said something to them I couldn’t hear and they walked across the room and dropped onto two big dark pillows on the floor. Bobby came back to sit beside me on the couch. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, He looked at me with his patented smile. “I am glad you came to your senses about all this and came back. You know we got all the answers right here, don’t you?” I was dizzy with erotic energy. I looked at him for approval. “Yes.” He hugged me and smiled, “Couple of my good buddies over there would love your attention.” My skirt was long enough it covered my knees, but I ...

... reached down to move it upward exposing my legs. I looked at him and gave him the smile he liked. “You mean like this?” I asked. His smile widened. I could tell he was pleased with me. “Bobby thinks you’re ready to give them the attention they want, baby.” I turned to look at the two of them lounging on the pillows, waiting. As I looked away at them, Bobby reached over an unbuttoned the top buttons of my blouse. I made no effort to cover up. I was somewhere else. I was driven by an outrageous passion I now accepted. This man had such methods for arousing me. I saw a flash of steel as he slashed the middle of my bra. I leaned forward as he nipped the shoulder straps and in one tug released me. My breasts fell forward and hung there, enlarged, heavy, swollen, and heaving for their entertainment. He looked down at me, “Sugar, you’re telling me our conversation is over.” I nodded, yes. “You get over there a pillow have fun with those boys. I’ll see you just a little later.” As I struggled to my feet and moved in the semidarkness I began to realize how big these guys really were. They were very big, very black and stern looking. They both reached up to take my hands and forearms to help me as I came down onto a designated pillow between them. Their black arms encircled me in the darkness. One lifted me slightly while the other moved my skirt above my waist. My bare sex was elevated on the pillow, damp and slightly spread. Black hands and fingers were all over me. One of them quickly ...