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| Stories About Rape | Rape At The Movies | Japanese Rape Video Tapes For Sale | Gang Rape Sex |
| “Excuse me, ma’am. I need you to come with me.” Alison Quint stopped at the mall entrance, more at the insistence of the hand gripping her elbow than at the deep voice that she hadn’t even been sure was directed at her. “What? What’s wrong?” The man holding her elbow was large, ex-military perhaps, judging from the short haircut and the size of his chest and forearms. He held Alison's arm with one hand and a security badge in the other that he turned until the sharp glare of reflected light caused her to look away. Slipping the badge back onto his belt, the security guard produced a pair of handcuffs and tightened one end onto Alison’s wrist. “Owww. What is this? What are you doing?” Alison was perplexed. She’d stopped for a moment in the mall lingerie shop to take advantage of “Summer Savings” and, finding nothing to her liking, was leaving the store to continue her shopping. “Please ma’am. Hands behind your back.” The guard took Alison’s shoulderbag and carefully set it on the floor at her feet. “This is a joke, right?” The guard was stoic, but polite. “No ma’am, we take shoplifting very seriously.” “Shoplifting! Owww!” The cuffs bit into her other wrist. Facing the guard with both hands secured behind her, Alison watched as he picked up her shoulder bag and opened it. “Hey...” “Ma’am, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” “But I didn’t...” Her words trailed off as the guard pulled a tiny piece of black fabric from her shoulder bag. Barely more than a few threads and a piece of cloth, the silk thong still had a price tag attached. “I didn’t steal that!” The guard said nothing. “I didn’t!” she insisted. “Imagine me wearing such a thing!” “Yes ma’am,” the guard said, running the silky material through his fingers. “I am.” Alison felt her face growing hot and knew she was turning a bright shade of crimson. “Listen...” “Ma’am, we’re drawing a crowd here. Let’s continue this up in the office.” As humiliated as she had been to be accused of stealing, the walk through the store to the security office was even worse. Thankfully, she saw no one she knew. The Country Club would be abuzz with gossip if even one person had seen her handcuffed and escorted like a common thief. Alison had taken years to hone her image. Though past the trendy age that Madison Avenue marketers would have you believe is "all that," she’d made peace with who she was and had begun to “experiment” with her sexuality. Her girlfriends loved to tease her about using her attributes more to her advantage and at their insistence, she’d tried to be open to dressing a bit more suggestively to show off her soft curves. On an out-of-town trip, she’d worn a low-cut white blouse that revealed the tops of her full breasts and ample cleavage. She was shocked at the attention she drew from men of all ages and hurried back to her hotel to change. Once there, she locked the door behind her and, standing in front of the hotel mirror, saw herself as a sexual creature for the first time in her life. Stripping out of her clothes, Alison stood under the spray of the hotel shower, letting the water run over her body, one hand cupping her heavy breast, working the nipple to hardness. Her other hand slipped between her shaking legs, softly petting herself until the warm wash of orgasm spread over her. And this is my punishment, Alison thought as the guard closed the door to the security office behind them. “I didn’t take those...panties,” Alison insisted. “Stand over by the desk if you would, ma’am.” Alison moved to the desk and the guard followed her closely. Facing him, she looked into his eyes, hoping he’d see in her face that she had been wrongly accused. Instead, he put both hands onto her shoulders and ran them slowly down her arms. My God, she thought. He’s searching me! When his hands had run the full length of her arms, he reached in front of her and began pulling her blouse out of her skirt. Alison felt her heart slamming against her chest and fear, rage and embarrassment fighting to control her. “You understand, I have to make sure you didn’t take anything else.” Alison opened her mouth but nothing came out. The guard was already unbuttoning her blouse from the bottom. His hands moved quickly and when he reached the last button, he pulled the blouse open and over her shoulders. Under the blouse, Alison had worn a lacy black demi-cup bra. She knew it wouldn’t be seen under the thick material of her blouse and she loved the way it felt against her breasts, which were now heaving as she sought to catch her breath. Her face was burning, the cuffs hurt her wrists, and she was beginning the feel moisture forming between her legs. “This is very nice, ma’am,” the guard said, and Alison couldn’t tell if he meant the bra or what it contained. His voice seemed to have softened, but that could have simply been due to the rushing sound in her ears. “Yes, very nice indeed.” The guard slid the palms of both hands over her breasts. “Did you steal this from us?” “I didn’t steal anything. It’s all a mistake. Please...” The guard’s hands quickly worked the front clasp on the bra and the cups parted, releasing Alison’s soft breasts into the guard’s waiting hands. The texture of his hands was like smooth, warm leather against her sensitive skin and she shuddered as he worked her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Her nipples immediately hardened to his touch. Her dark pink aureole wrinkled as if puckering for a kiss. His eyes locked on hers, the guard dropped to his knees, placing his mouth to her left nipple and circling it with just the tip of his tongue. Alison moaned involuntarily. Sucking her hard nipple between his lips, she felt it graze his teeth and she strained against the handcuffs, wanting to bury her hands in the young man’s hair and pull him tighter to her. He pressed her nipple down with his tongue, as if trying to push it deep into her skin. Then he closed his teeth over her breast, trapping the nipple below skin level before opening his teeth slowly and drawing the nipple back into his mouth. Alison was shaking. Her breath was coming faster and her breasts were heaving against the guard’s face. He lifted her breast in his hand and ran his tongue slowly along the seam where breast meets body. Then his hands were on her ankles, sliding slowly up the outsides of her legs and under her skirt. When his hands reached her hips, he slid his fingers inside the top of her white cotton panties and pulled them down until they dropped to the floor. “Step out, please,” the guard demanded, trying to sound as official as he had before. But Alison heard the desire in his voice and saw the bulge in his khaki slacks. She complied before she could think about what she was doing. The guard picked the panties off the floor, rubbing his thumb in the moisture at the crotch, before slipping them into his pocket. He then picked the black thong off the desk, pulled off the price tag and placed them on the floor at Alison’s feet. “These go much better with that bra.” He slid the panties quickly up Alison’s thighs and when the silky material touched her swollen clit, Alison shuddered in a silent orgasm. The guard pulled her dress up over her hips and admired the view. “Very nice,” he said. “I can see why you wanted to steal these.” “I...didn’t...” “Turn around.” The guard turned Alison quickly and pushed on her shoulders until she was lying bent over with her cheek pressed against the desktop, her cuffed hands resting against her lower back. The guard pulled Alison’s skirt up over her hips, exposing her naked bottom. His hands moved over her ass as if in awe of it shape and texture. Then she felt his tongue, snaking down her spine and losing itself in the valley of her ass. “Oh..G..g..g...” was all she could manage as the thong’s string was pulled aside and replaced with a wet tongue. Up and down, slowly he explored the sensitive region. Then, spreading her ass with his hands, he penetrated her anus with his tongue. Lights flashed in Alison’s mind as waves of sensuous pleasure swept over her. She could feel the cool desktop against her breasts. Her skirt was bunched up against her handcuffed hands. And the brazen young security guard was tongue-fucking her ass. She moved her hips and sought release by rubbing her pussy against the desk’s edge. Then the tongue was gone, and Alison cried out at the abrupt loss. Facing away from the guard, she couldn’t tell what he was doing. She heard the sound of a zipper, the rustle of clothing and felt his hot, hard cock pressing against her. The guard rubbed the head of his cock over Alison’s drenched pussy, spanking her clit and spreading her moisture over the shaft. Pressing inside her, he parted her slick lips with his wet velvet head and thick shaft. Alison felt every vein on his cock as he slowly filled her pussy, then just as slowly pulled back out. “Oh God,” Alison cried, “Please don’t!” “Don’t what?” the guard asked. “Don’t take it out. Please...” “What are you asking me, ma’am?” “Please,” Alison whimpered. The guard walked around the desk and for the first time Alison could see his huge cock, glistening with her juice and dripping with his precum. He was holding the shaft in one hand and slowly stroking as he talked to her. The skin on the head was stretched smooth and purple and looked like a ripe plum. “You want my cock?” “Oh yesssss,” Alison said. The guard rubbed the slick head against her lips. “You want to kiss it?” He took Alison’s face in his hands and pressed his cock between her lips. She sucked it in hungrily, tasting her own tangy juices mixed with his salty flavor. She wished she had the use of her hands, to stroke and pump his cock as she sucked, but the handcuffs stayed on and she could only swirl her tongue against the underside as she drew the young man’s hardness into her mouth and throat. “Je-sus...” he muttered, stepping back and pulling his cock from her mouth with a popping sound. “Ma’am please don’t take this the wrong way but you are one hell of a cocksucker.” Alison was beyond being offended by anything the young man said. She was beyond hearing. She wanted one thing now. And she wasn’t above begging for it. “Please...” “Please what ma’am?” “Please...”Alison said. “Fuck me. Make me cum.” The guard walked around the desk until he was once again behind Alison. This time there was no gentle teasing. Alison felt the guard’s hard cock slam into her wet pussy. Again. And again. Each time a little harder. Driving her breasts into the desktop. Going deeper until she felt his head bouncing against her cervix. His hands were on her hips, pulling her against his pelvis with each hard thrust. She felt his pubic hair tickling her ass on each inward stroke. She could feel his head swelling inside her, stretching her, opening her. Every movement driving her one-step closer to release. She heard moans. Her own? His? Both intermingled? His fingers dug into her skin, squeezing her ass. Her climax took her by surprise, releasing tendrils of pleasure through her pussy to her belly and spreading like a wildfire up her spine. She felt the spasms deep inside squeezing and milking the guard’s cock until, with a sharp cry, he was firing round after round of hot cum into her, triggering another orgasm that seemed to start both between her legs and in her breasts and explode as the two sensations met. Her heart pounding like the bass line in a Michael Jackson song, Alison tried to turn to look at the guard as she felt him slip out of her, the string of the thong sliding snugly back into her crack, holding his cum inside her. She heard his zipper, and then felt her skirt being pulled back down over her ass. It was hard standing, but the guard assisted Alison, un-cuffing her hands and putting the cuffs back on his belt. Alison tried to smooth her hair, then reached in front to fasten her bra. “I’m going to let this go this time,” the guard said. “But don’t make me have do this again.” Alison smiled, fantasizing about the kind of punishment she would draw for boosting a bustier on her way out of the store. |