The Shoplifter Chapter Four - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Four

... special. I never saw one so cute, and so full of sweetness. Let me take her upstairs.” My knees were weak. My front was wet everywhere. I was doubling over trying to control myself only to look down and see he had the biggest erection. A frightening sensation passed over me. I would willingly follow this stranger anywhere, do anything he wanted, and take anything he offered, I needed him so badly. Bobby was right from the very beginning. I was caught up in erotic sexual needs from the very first time I came here. I was the “type” of girl he described. I had to admit it. He may have bilked me with the “program”, but honestly there were warning signs from the beginning. I would easily have recognized them had I not been lost in the erotic with him. Every trip down here for a “treatment” had been an adventure I needed sexually. I needed this. I kept hiding my doubts about everything here at Bobby’s because I needed the sex—simple as that. Otherwise why in the world would I be back here now? The stranger reached for my arm but Bobby slowly turned me away toward the door. He started to move me across the room toward the hall. I was wearing just my sliced open white top and sandals, nothing else. My arms pinned behind me; my breasts and tummy on display. The big black guy circled around in front of me still banishing the switch blade Bobby stopped just short of the door. “Hey sit the fuck down nigger. This piece of sugar and I are going up stairs for a while. You sit down and ...

... enjoy that bong for a while. She’ll see you later.” Bobby released my arms and came around in front to lead me out into the hall. The stranger stumbled back toward the pile of pillows. Bobby was still holding my hand firmly as we entered a bedroom at the top of the stairs. He sat down on the edge of the bed and drew me forward to stand directly in front of him. I was nude, everything had been cut away. I willingly let him spread my legs. I stood there looking down in the semidarkness as his hands went around behind and he drew me to him just as he had done each time he had me up here. His tongue went down to me and came slowly up along my wet sex until his tongue and lips found my most sensitive spot and he locked onto me firmly. It was a feeling I remembered so well; a feeling that haunted my sleepless nights—entered so many erotic fantasies, and a feeling I will never forget. It was a shocking sexual jolt from head to toe. I moaned loudly, wrapped both my arms around his black, kinky, head and collapsed over him holding him to me as tightly as possible. He held tight to my clit as my body literally danced with convulsions. It seemed my every move caused him to only tighten and pull more firmly. I moaned again and again, time after time. I was wet everywhere. Repeatedly, he pulled at my most sensitive spot. He knew exactly what drove me out of my mind. He would skillfully pull my clitoris outward until I climaxed over him, then he would release get a new hold on me and pull it ...