African Shoplifter

Sharon 19

Guard

A belligerent teen girl is caught shoplifting and is subjected to intimate search

To get off any charges she is given the option of submitting to the guard's sexual whim.

"Sit down here whilst I take down your details," the guard said.

"I ain't done nothing. You can't hold me here," the girl replied, trying to show no fear.

"Suspicion of shoplifting. Name?"

"None of your business," the girl replies.

"OK. If I don't get any co-operation from you I call the cops and you can deal with them at the police station and then go to jail.

"Hey, there ain't no need for cops. I ain't done nothing."

"OK. Have it your way." The guard picks up the phone and starts to dial.

"Sharon Ward. Happy?"

"Good. Age?"

"19."

After getting all the required details without anymore hindrance the guard asks Sharon to stand up.

"I'm gonna need to search you now. Arms out." The guard stands behind the girl.

Sharon complies but with a big huff. The guard starts to slide his hands over her arms, then her abdomen, then her legs.

"Where did you hide it?"

"Told you I ain't done nothing," she persisted.

"OK. I need to do a fuller search; keep your arms out," the guard said, keeping a strong level authoritative voice, a voice of someone in complete control. From behind her he proceeded to feel her sides and then over her breasts.

"Hey! Cut that out!" the girl shouted.

"What's this?" he said feeling the underside of her bra.

"That's my bra," she shouted again. "That's the underwire of my bra. Ain't you ever seen a bra, mister?"

"I need to check it out," he said spreading his fingers out and further groping her breasts. "Take your top off."

"What? I ain't doin' that. I ain't flashing my tits for you."

"Look, I'll say this for the last time, if you don't co-operate one more time, it's the cops for you. OK?"

"Fine. Here. Take a look, you pervert," Sharon said and whipped her top off stroppily.

The guard admired the lovely young black girl from the front in her wonderful contrasting white lacy bra with her smooth round tits bulging out of the lacy cups; then turned her around again.

"Now stand still," he said as he put his arms around the girl from behind and dived into her bra cups to grab one of her tit.

"Hey! You can't do that!" she shrieked, shocked at his audacious liberty taking.

"STAND STILL!" he said firmly as his other hand jammed in between her legs and grabbed her crotch over her lycra hotpants. He held her tightly against his front.

"Jesus. You ARE a pervert, mister. Let me go," she squirmed, trying to free herself from the lecherous guard. All that did was rub her round butt against his hardening cock.

"You're the one who stole things. I need to check you're not hiding anything."

He said as he squeezed the girl's privates and ground himself against the girl holding her in a tight bear hug.

"Lemme go!" she demanded.

Without warning the man undid her bra and pulled the straps down. "Take it off," he demanded in return.

"Damn," she said but let him have her bra. She stood with her arms around herself hiding her breasts whilst he examined the bra. He checked the label for no reason.

"34C," he declared. "Take off your hotpants."

"Jesus, mister, ain't you seen enough?"

"OFF!" He shouted.

Momentarily she had to expose her tits so that she could take off her hotpants, but then folded her arms around her breasts once more. She stood only in her blue lacey knickers as he examined her pants for any unlikely hidden stash.

Suddenly, to her shock he reached out and grabbed her pussy.

"Hey!" she yelled grabbing his arm with both her hands, trying to extract his hand.

The guard smiled broadly seeing the girl's jiggling breasts as he massaged her pussy, resisting the girl's efforts.

"What have we here?" he said. He swiftly pulled Sharon's knickers down to her thighs.

"Hey, you can't do that," she protested. But he was doing exactly as he pleased. All of a sudden her demeanour changed; she was naked. She didn't know if she should cover her tits or her pussy. She felt exposed and vulnerable.

The guard forcefully took Sharon's knickers off completely and parted her legs. As he tried to access her pussy she tried to block him with both her hands and stepped back, only to come up against the wall.

"Don't touch me!" she yelled.

"Stop struggling, you'll only make things difficult for yourself."

The guard was too strong and held her arms away whilst he entered a finger in her hairy pussy.

"Well, what do we have here?" the guard said triumphantly. He extracted a small bottle from Sharon's pussy. "Perfume! You stole one of our most expensive perfumes."

Sharon was now silent, her bravado gone. She cowered against the wall, naked; one arm across her chest, the other hand over her pussy. But she looked at him in disgust as he smelt the bottle.

"I'm not sure which smells better, your pussy or the perfume," he laughed at his own joke. The bottle was of course sealed. "You ain't done nothing, eh? You're in serious trouble, young lady."

"I'm sorry," she said meekly, changing her tune.

"Really? How sorry?"

"I won't do it again," she offered.

"Not good enough," he was beginning to enjoy this.

"Don't call the cops."

"Why not? That's what I'm obligated to do with a thief...unless you do as I say. Stand straight, arms to your side."

"What?!"

"Do as I say or I call the cops," he threatened.

Reluctantly she complied and he stood back and got his first ever proper look at a naked black woman in person (of course he's seen plenty in porno related stuff). She had a stunning youthful body with glowing dark brown skin. Her tits stood proud - firm and round - topped by hard black nipples. Her belly was tight and flat, leading invitingly to her amazingly curly, pitch black triangular bush. His cock was now understandably hard and it throbbed maddeningly. His thoughts were now controlled by his energized cock. His eyes glazed over with lust.

"Turn around," he growled.

She did, glad to hide her naked front from his obviously leering eyes. But she flinched when she felt his hands on her backside. He was now clearly feeling her up with glee, his hands sliding all over her firm, athletic backside. Then he pressed himself against her behind, grabbed both her tits and ground his loins on her naked arse.

"EEEEKKK!" she shrieked when she felt the unmistakable hardness of his hot exposed cock rubbing on her rear. He's taken his cock out! "What are you doing? NO! Let go of me!" She realized what he wanted. She struggled and broke free. In her bid to escape she ran, naked, for the door.

But just in time he grabbed her arm and dragged her back to his desk, pushing her to her knees, trapping her against the desk.

He held his hard cock, pointing it towards her mouth, now no doubt what he wanted. She stared at his white cock as she cowered against the desk, turning her face away. "NO!" she shouted.

But his strong arms turned her head back and he jabbed his cock against her lips. It was hurting her lips so she had to open her mouth and he eagerly thrust his cock in. Immediately the wetness and the warmth soothed his needy member.

"Ohhhh, YEEEESSS!!" he groaned.

Reluctantly she got to work, sucking and licking him with practiced effort. She decided to let him have it to get it over with quickly. He stood there enjoying his cock getting serviced, letting her do all the work.

But suddenly he pulled out of her mouth, pulled her up, and swiftly jabbed a middle finger of his hand into her pussy.

"Now, are you gonna behave yourself for five minutes or do I have to call the cops?" he said menacingly as he felt up her pussy and finger-fucked her.

"Oh, God, no...please. I'll suck you off. I'll...mmMMM!!" she pleaded, knowing what he really had in mind.

His answer was to shut her up by kissing her hard. Then turned her around and bent her over his desk.

"Please...no. You can't do that!" She continued to protest even as he entered her from behind. "Ungh!" she grunted as he shoved himself fully into her; and she was breathing hard with each of his deep strokes.

"Yes! That feels niiiice," he eulogised fucking her and stroking her back and arse. He always wanted to fuck a black woman.

After getting his fill from the rear he pulled out and turned her around and pushed her onto the desk onto her back. He stood there a moment, between her parted legs, admiring the pretty sight. He ran his hands over her full breasts, then down to her pussy.

"You people have the most unique bush down here, don't you?" he said running his fingers through her jet black bush of tight curly hair, feeling their springiness. He then parted her pussy lips and stared at the amazing contrast between her pink inside and her dark brown skin.

"You sure are pretty," he said as he plunged his cock back into her, and grunted at the delightful sensations engulfing his throbbing hard cock.

He continued to grunt and fuck with a silly smile on his face, enjoying this chance to fuck his first black woman. He watched in fascination at his white cock disappearing and emerging from her hairy black pussy.

Sharon lay there with legs spread, resigned to her fate. She stared at the ceiling or closed her eyes whilst taking his thrusts. She tried to ignore the feeling of his hard cock sliding along her vagina... until he grunted loudly and he gave a super hard thrust, causing her to cry out herself. She was glad it was finally over.

Breathing hard he pulled out, and without a word pushed her onto her knees once more. She knew what he wanted. Plenty of other guys had done the same with her -- they wanted their cocks cleaned after the fuck. She licked his flaccid white cock clean; she didn't mind that because she actually liked the taste of cum. When he was happy he told her to get dressed.

"Not these," he said, holding onto her underwear.

She sneered at him, and put her outer clothes on, after wiping herself between her legs with some tissues.

"You can go," he said with a self-satisfied satisfied smile, patting her behind.

The End