When I was twenty-three, I took a job as the chief loss prevention officer at a big department store in a good-sized Midwestern city. I had a couple of years as a county sheriff’s deputy on my resume and that probably got me the job. Even a little law enforcement experience like that was a big deal. They gave me a budget and an office. Pranges is an old-fashioned department store on three floors. It’s almost like a little mall all by itself. We carried just about everything; clothes, food, sporting goods, jewelry. I hired four security guards, one for each floor and an extra for the first floor where most of the traffic was. They were all guys just out of high school taking classes for law enforcement degrees. I outfitted them all with Bluetooth headsets, so I could communicate directly with them.
My office was a converted part of a warehouse about twenty feet square. I had a nice desk, filing cabinets, a couple tables and a huge bank of video monitors showing the view of all the security cameras in the store. I could control the cameras with a joystick, pan tilt and zoom.
It was a much busier job than I expected. I couldn’t believe how many people stole. I processed 31 people the first week. 24 of them were women. They stole mainly cosmetics, clothes and cheap jewelry. Several of the men stole cosmetics too, they told me their wives had asked them to get the items and they were too embarrassed to be seen buying them. One of them stole a box of 22 caliber ammo. Him, I called the police for. The girls and women I mainly threatened them with the police to scare them and then cut them loose. For juveniles I was required to call a parent to come pick them up. They often seemed more worried about that than the cops.
That turned out to be a normal week. The bulk of them I recorded in my files, took pictures and let them go. They were banned for life from Prange’s, so coming back was trespassing.
In the middle of my third week, something new happened. The third-floor guy brought me a girl he had seen slip a package of cosmetics into her pants. I did all the paperwork; her ID said she was sixteen and named Natalie.
“What’s going to happen now?” she asked after I had taken pictures and completed her file.
“Well, first I have to search you to recover the things you stole and then I have to call your parents.”
“Oh, God, you can’t do that. My mother will kill me!”
I searched her thoroughly, squeezing her nipples through her T shirt and lingering a little between her legs before finding the cosmetics in her pants pocket. I picked up the phone to call the number in her file when she put a hand on my arm.
“Look. I really don’t want you to call my parents. How about this? I’ll suck your cock and you tear up my file. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
“It’s against the law for me to do that, and you’re under the age of consent.”
“I won’t say anything if you don’t.” She already had her hand on my fly. She wasn’t especially pretty or anything, but a blow job is nothing to turn down from anybody.
So, I agreed. She locked my office door and knelt on the floor in front of me. She was very good for someone so young. I’m big and thick but she took all of it, her mouth gaping and my balls on her chin, and swallowed the result. It was hot to see her cheeks blow in and out as I pumped into her throat. I let her watch me hit the delete button on her computer file and escorted her out of the store.
That was the first time, but it put the idea in my mind that there might be a lot of sex to be had. So many of the women I processed were totally freaked out by getting caught and hearing about the police.
A couple of weeks later, I happened to be watching the monitor when Fred on the first floor accosted a woman putting a cell phone down her pants. He delivered her a minute later. She was a stunner, just an inch shorter than me, a big high rack and long legs. Masses of red hair made me think of Bonnie Raitt. She didn’t seem intimidated the way most women were when they were caught.
“You know we have you on camera stealing that cell phone. I’m gonna have to call the police, since that’s over the two hundred buck limit,” That got her attention.
“No, that would be very bad for me. I can’t have a record; I’d lose my job, my career and everything. Can’t you cut me a break here? I could pay for it now. I’ll also let you strip search me for the phone.”
“Well, I have to do that anyway, so you can start by taking off that top.”
“Here’s a different idea. I’ll make you a bet. You call the cops, and if before they get here, I can make you cum in your pants, without touching you, you tell them it was a mistake and I walk. If I can’t make you cum, I’ll go with the cops.” By this time, she was down to a black bra just barely holding those big melons and matching thong panties. I patted her down, slipping a hand down that enormous cleavage and the other into her panties where I found the phone.
“So how about it sport? Wanna bet?”
I couldn’t imagine how she could get me off without touching so I said.
“OK. It usually takes the cops about five minutes to get here, so by then or you go along with them.
To start she hung each boob outside the bra and squeezed her nipples, making little donuts with her fingers around the areolae paying nice attention to each one until they were stiff and protruding. Without taking her eyes off my face she lifted one tit and sucked the nipple and teased it with her tongue. I could feel a little stirring, partly from what she was doing and partly from having had my hands on her a minute before. Still, I was nowhere near a climax. She slipped a hand down her panties and rubbed a little. She licked her fingers and rubbed some more.
She took a long step over to my desk and ran her hand over the corner of the desk top. It’s a metal desk, so the corners are nice and rounded with a smooth metal cap. She stepped up and pressed her pussy against the corner. After rubbing it a couple times, she picked up a hand towel from my desk and draped it over the corner and with this extra padding went back to the grind. She bent her knees, doing little squats so that her entire snatch was grinding up and down against the corner. She kept this up for about a minute before she started making noises, a faint moan in her throat. I was getting pretty turned on by now watching this beautiful young thing humping my desk. Then she got serious.
Her hips started rotating in circles and she crouched a little lower so that her clit was rubbing on the corner. She would stand up straight and thrust at the corner like a man fucking doggy style, then lay down flatter on the desk with her arms straight out and let her weight press down on her clit. I was getting hard now and wondering if I could win this bet. She started rotating her hips like a dancer doing the twist, keeping her clit against the corner. Her moaning was almost constant now with an exclamation thrown in occasionally ‘MmmmmmmUNGHmmmm’ The rotating and grinding never stopped.
Just as we heard the squad car pull up outside, she sprawled face down on the desk, with her arms outstretched grasping the far edges of the desk and her feet barely touching the floor, and her grinding got more frantic. She leaned further and further forward until with a little scream, she levered clear forward, her feet coming out of her shoes and off the floor and her entire body was balanced at the clit on that desk corner. Her long legs were sticking straight out behind her. The cords and muscles of her arms and legs were standing out like ropes and her whole body was shaking like she was being electrocuted. Weird grunting noises came out of her throat. She was drooling spit on my desk. I’m sorry, but at that instant I lost the bet. I’d never seen anything hotter in my life.
A few seconds later she tried to stand but stumbled and sat down in my swivel chair.
“So, how’d I do?” She looked at the spreading stain on my Dockers and laughed. “Pretty hot isn’t it? I learned from a Japanese girl. She said they all do it at her school. It was a way to get off without risking pregnancy or your reputation. So, are you going to keep your word?”
I picked up the phone and canceled the cops. I wasn’t about to let them in with my clothes in that state, they might have gotten the wrong idea.
“You have give the phone back, though, and the lifetime band is still in force.” I said.
She got dressed and I escorted her to the front door. She handed me a business card as she hailed a cab. She was a professional dancer. I stayed in my office until closing time and my Dockers dried out.
I just processed thieves for another couple of weeks without doing anything. Then the boys on the third floor brought me Dolly Anders. She had taken an armload of clothes into a dressing room and put a lot of them on. She looked like the Michelin man when they delivered her. I reviewed the dressing room tapes and verified that she had done what they suspected. I took her ID, took pictures and made up her file. She was seventeen and lived outside of town.
“I have to call your folks to come get you since you’re under eighteen,” I said after I had strip searched her and taken all the stolen clothes back. “You should probably get dressed before they get here.” She wasn’t making any move to put her own clothes back on.
“I have another idea. My folks will be really upset if they find out. My step dad will beat the crap out of me. How about I fuck your brains out and you don’t call them. I guarantee I can do it.” She was a little on the chunky side, legs a little thick and the start of a little roll at the tummy, but her tits were very nice, and she was so sure of herself and so eager.
“OK. The state law is I can hold you for a maximum of two hours without calling the cops or your parents. What do you have in mind?” I wasn’t ready for the answer to that question. She was one of the wildest, freakiest most uninhibited woman I have ever had contact with.
“First, let’s get it out and see what I have to work with.” She unzipped me and fished out my dick. “Let me see if I can make it any bigger than this,” she said hoisting my drooping cock in one hand. It took her about thirty seconds to make it a lot bigger. Full bore I’m about nine inches long but thick enough to really stretch out most women, and it has an upward curve that makes the head rub on a woman’s g spot when she’s on her back.
“Ooh, this should be fun”, she said. I bet I know what you’d like.” She put her skirt, but no underwear back on. The skirt was a plaid number barely long enough to cover her pubes. with a wide black belt. “I’ll leave the skirt on and you can pretend your fucking me in detention after class or that I’m the babysitter. You’ll like that.” She was right, I liked it a lot. I bent her over a table and used that belt like a handle. I wet the head of my dick and slipped in the first couple of inches just to get everything started. She rotated her hips a little and pushed back against me and finally said:
“Is that all you’ve got?” I braced my feet got a good grip on the belt and shoved it all the way in.
She grunted as she took the meat. She kept grunting as I kept pounding in all the way to her cervix.
“Hair!” she said back at me. I got the idea and using both hands collected her long hair into a single ponytail like a rope and pulled hard. It lifted her torso clear off the desk and jammed me further into her. I kept pulling. She shrieked a little then as I pulled her head back without stopping the pounding. She was noisy when she came. Then just before she came again she had another demand.
“Choke me!” I used her hair to pull her head up again and took her around the throat and started to squeeze. She started to quiver again as another orgasm flowed through her. “Harder!” I was afraid to squeeze much harder, but she pounded her fist on the table and demanded again: “Harder!” So, I did. Just before I thought I would crush her Adams apple she came, and violently too. Her arms and legs splayed out they shook convulsively for a good thirty seconds. I was just grateful I hadn’t strangled her.
After her legs stopped shaking from her orgasm, she wanted more, and I went back to the deep thrusting. I pulled her head up again and bit her on the neck. This set off a fresh session of groans and shrieks. I took a chance and smacked her hard on the ass.
“Harder”, she snarled. I obliged until her ass cheeks were fiery red. This time when she was done cumming, she pulled off me and rolled over on her back. I slid her down until her legs were hanging off the edge of the desk. This is the position where my upward curved dick is a real feature. I put her legs over my shoulders and rammed into her. I could see her belly bulge up a little when I got all the way in. She was clawing at her tits and moaning as the head of my cock rubbed directly on her g-spot. After she started rubbing her clit, I made her cum twice in this position; her legs waving in the air and spit drooling on her chin.
She wanted to do something called the butter churner. She lay on the floor with her shoulders on the floor with her hands supporting her hips lifted in the air with her legs spread straight out to the sides. I stood between her legs and pointed my dick straight down and did squats driving deep into her. I don’t think she came that way, it was too tiring to stay in her position. This might have been where we lost the skirt.
I pulled her up and set her on my office chair, kneeling on the seat facing the back and her ass high in the air. I made her cum again with my feet braced to keep the chair stable. I was starting to get close to cumming myself and made up a little plan.
I waited until she finished an orgasm then pulled out of her, spun the chair around and put the tip of my dick against her lips. She licked off her own juices then opened wide and took the whole thing in deep. I laced my hands into her hair and held her head steady and skulled fucked her for a few seconds until I felt my balls start to churn. I yanked on her hair and said:
“Dolly, look at me!” She tipped her head up a little and made wide eye contact with me. That’s all it took. I had a massive orgasm pumping it all into her mouth. She couldn’t pull back because I was holding her head in against my belly. Her cheeks bulged out but with my cock sealing her mouth and throat, the only place for all that cum was out her nose. It spewed everywhere out of both nostrils, pouring down her face onto the chair and the floor.
I pulled back out to let her breathe. She snorted a couple of times to clear her nose and throat, then looked at me, pointed to the mess on the floor and said.
“Well, there’s your brains, just like I promised you. Now can I go?” I kept my part and deleted her file. I let her use my bathroom to get cleaned up and watched her get dress and out the door.
I decided two things after the session with Dolly. The first was a little soundproofing. I had worried that her screeching had been audible outside my office. I got some baffling from a recording studio that had gone under and put it on the walls and the back of the door to take care of that problem.
The second thing was I wished I had a video of that session and the one of the dancer humping my desk. I decided to install cameras. Since it was horribly against the law to video any contact with detainees I had to be careful. I picked out a camera model and went to several different stores to buy six of them. I mounted them around the office; over my desk, above and next to the table. Two in the open area where I had put Dolly on the chair. For each one I made a little mark on the floor with masking tape to show where there were focused. I fed them all to a recorder and to a switch with a big red button above my desk. When I hit that button, the cameras all started feeding the recorder on individual channels. I figured with some editing software I could make some hot movies out of these encounters.
After I installed the cameras, I went a long stretch without fooling around with any detainees. That ended a couple weeks before Christmas.
The second-floor guy called in and told me to watch the feed from camera eleven in the electronics department. I called it up on my desk monitor and watched. A middle-aged woman wearing fashionable clothes and carrying a big tote bag type purse walked up to a display table and just slid an Apple tablet into her bag and walked away. Now this kind of customer, well to do, well dressed and well behaved was just the kind of customer the store wanted as many of as they could get. On the other hand, if they were stealing nine hundred-dollar items we had a decision to make. That’s why Dennis wanted me to see the video and make the decision. I called him back and said:
“Bring her down, but gently and politely. Maybe it was a mistake.”
“I don’t think there’s any mistake, I think she took some other stuff too. I lost her for a few minutes, but I think she has some jewelry and cosmetics too.”
When he delivered her, I treated her like everybody else, made her sit quietly on a steel folding chair while I processed her ID and took mug shots for my files. Finally, I turned to her and asked:
“Mrs. Boucher, what in the world were you thinking? You’ve shoplifted more than a thousand dollars’ worth of merchandise which is a felony. Your account at this store shows not only that you make two hundred thousand a year, but you’ve already got an Ipad that you bought here two months ago. Now I have to call the cops and they’ll haul you away to jail.”
“Please call me Adele, and I have my reasons. I’m guilty, so you might as well call the police.”
“I have to search you first to verify that you really did take those things. Stand up please and put your arms out to the sides.” I patted her down over her cable stitch sweater, down a midi skirt to her knees. I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs. She had very nice tight body for the thirty-five-year-old her file said she was. Her layered and tinted hairdo had probably set her back three hundred bucks.
“May I have your bag please, Adele?” She handed it over. I emptied it on my desk There was nothing in it but her wallet and the Ipad. I punched the record button over my desk.
“The cameras seem to show you taking other things, I’m afraid I’ll have to strip search you. Please take off your sweater and skirt. She cooperated with a couple of smooth and graceful motions. She was wearing black lace underwear and stockings.
“You look like you were ready for a hot date,” I said with a smile.
“You might say that.” She smiled back.
I ruffled through her sweater and skirt and found a couple pieces of cheap clothing.
“Bra and panties please,” I said. Without hesitation she shucked out of her underwear and shoes and stood buck naked in my office. She had nicely manicured little runway between her legs. I found some cheap jewelry in her bra. When I looked I could see the mark it had made just above her left nipple. She didn’t make any attempts at covering herself with her hands the way most women and girls did. She was quite beautiful with big heavy breasts with prominent nipples. He well-formed legs and pubes were shaved smooth. She was just starting to show little extra weight in her thighs and buttocks but not much. She seemed to have no modesty or inhibitions at all. I was starting to be intrigued.
“I have to ask you again, Mrs. Boucher, why did you take these things?”
“I wanted to meet you,” she said, looking brazenly into my eyes.
“What? Why would you want to meet me? There are easier ways to meet me than going to jail,” I said.
“I don’t think I’m going to jail. You still haven’t called the cops. I think you’re about to make me an offer, an offer to help me out of this jam. Aren’t you going to offer me a deal?” As she spoke she stroked her breasts bring her nipples to sharp attention.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Adele,” I said, but I had an idea what was coming.
“My friend’s daughter was caught shoplifting here, and she said you let her go after she fucked you. All I want is the same offer.” She slipped a hand down between her legs and rubbed a little.
“What do you need me for?” I asked.
“My husband is twenty years older than me and can’t get it up half the time any more, plus he’s starting to look at younger women. As a result, I’m not getting as much as I need, and I think you’re the cure.” She put her hands on the table and leaned over with her ass in the air.
“I might be able to help you out, how about a little preparation?” I unzipped and took my dick out. She dropped to her knees and had me hard very quickly. That lack of modesty and direct sexuality was very stimulating. She went back to the table and bent over. She stared at me back over her shoulder until I slipped into her and started pumping in. She was very wet I realized I was the hot date she was prepared for. I leaned over her back and fondled those big tits. Her nipples were like wood and she was making coarse little noises inn her throat.
I didn’t make her cum until she started polishing her clit, but then she made it a couple of times. I could feel her pussy squeezing me as she climaxed. She was writhing and groaning on the table and when she was done she turned her head and said:
“I want you to fuck me in the ass. I’ve never done that, and my girlfriends tell me it’s wonderful. My husband isn’t stiff enough to do it, so here we go,” and tipped her hips down and tried to move my cock into position.
I looked down at what was an absolutely virgin asshole. I rubbed the tipoff my cock against her sphincter and she crooned. But I knew this wouldn’t work.
“There’s no way we can do this Adele, I’m way too big for your first time. I’d tear you up. It would be like trying to learn to drive in a NASCAR race. You have to start smaller and work your way up. I’m sorry Mrs. Boucher. We can keep going but no anal.”
“But that’s the main thing I wanted. Isn’t there anything we can do?”
“Well, I can think of one thing that might give you the idea.” There are a bunch of sex toys in my desk that people have tried to shoplift. I took a butt plug out of my desk drawer, dripped a little lube between her cheeks.
“Now relax your asshole a little and I’ll put this in.” I saw her go slack and I slipped the plug in her ass. She groaned a little and I pushed it in as far as it would reach. I held it in hard with one hand and started pumping my cock into her pussy again. She was moaning steadily now.
“This is a little what a DP would feel like,” I told her.
“A what?”
“DP. Double Penetration. You have two guys and you get a cock in each hole.
“Oh, God, that sounds so hot! Could you arrange that for me, you and some friend of yours?”
“No, I think that’s the kind of thing you’ll have to work out for yourself, and remember you’ll have to work up to an actual cock a little a time or you’ll hurt yourself. Go over to Adam and Eve on Maple and tell them you want an assortment of butt plugs and work up gradually.
I felt her clench on my dick and the butt plug as she came again.
“What about the Ipad and the cops?”
“We’ll forget all that and I’ll delete your file.”
I turned her over on her back. She lifted her head up and I blasted ropes of cum into her face and onto that fabulous haircut. I erased the store camera surveillance tapes and her arrest file. I let her clean up in my bathroom. I saw her once more, not including on the film I made from my own video camera array.
It was high summer of that next year when I got a call from the man on the third floor.
“I think we have a team up here. Watch in the jewelry and cosmetics section. There’s a small brown woman in cargos and a crop top. I think she’s bagging for the teenager in the blue sweater and skirt. I’ve seen them bump into each other twice now.”
I watched the pair for five minutes and saw that they were a team. The girl would snatch the stuff and by ‘accident’ transfer it to the woman’s bag. It’s a common trick and obvious once you suspect. I waited until I saw the girl put something into her cleavage, then I called my man back.
“Bring the girl down, but have Tommy keep an eye on the woman.”
The teen was pretty as a picture, blond curls spilling over her shoulders, perfect clear skin and a fabulous figure. She was wearing a blue Angora sweater that was tighter on her than it had been on the goat. Her skirt ended a couple inches above the knee and she was wearing ankle socks and flat heels. Her nose was a tiny button, her lips were full and red. She had an adorable little overbite. She was frightened and nervous.
“Why am I here? I didn’t do anything. You can’t keep me here.” Her screechy voice might have been nicer if she hadn’t been scared. I let her babble until I was done with her ID and file.
“Our video cameras caught you shoplifting things into your clothes so I’m gonna have to look for them. Stand up and hold your arms straight out to the sides.”
I gave her a good pat down search, fingering her thick nipples poking hard out of that sweater; she wasn’t wearing a bra. I felt a little bulge in her cleavage and another in the front of her panties.
“I’m gonna have to strip search you. Please take your sweater off.” She bitched and refused for a little bit, but when I explained that the alternative was the police, she lifted it from the bottom and peeled it off over her head. The object she had in her cleavage dropped into her hand as she took it off. I asked her to give it to me and she handed me a necklace of cubic zirconium.
“That’s mine,” she objected.
“Deedee, it still has a tag on it.” I said. “Now your skirt.” She didn’t argue this time but unzipped it and dropped it on the floor. I stepped over to her and ran my hand along the front of her panties. Take them off.”
She put her hand down her panties and handed me a two-ounce bottle of perfume. Then she peeled them off. I piled them with her sweater and skirt. Her pussy was shaved smooth as a chamois.
“OK, what happens now,” she asked trying to cover up with her hands.
“According to your file, you’re underage so I have to call your parents to come get you
“Oh, no! You can’t call my mother! I’ll pay for this stuff but don’t call my mother, please. I’ll do anything for you,” she licked her lips and ran a hand over her breasts.
“No, I have to follow the law, and the law say I have to call your mom.” Now she was rubbing herself and wiggling, really selling it.
“At least let me call so she’s not too freaked out,” she asked.
“OK, you call.” I handed her the phone.
“Mommy? I’m in a little trouble and you need to come down to the mall,” she said. I stood behind her and played with her tits while she was talking, making little circles around her nipples. It looked as if she liked it, since they perked right up. She hung up and set the phone down.
“She’s on her way, and I kind of liked what you were doing with my tits. If you let me go, I’d do lots of other things too.”
“No, we’ll wait for your mom.”
It only took about five minutes before my guy Tommy delivered her to the office. I made DeeDee stand up and giver her mother the chair while I copied the mother’s ID and took some pictures
The mother was beautiful. Small and brown, probably Hispanic or Cuban, long jet black hair, delicate arched eyebrows, long lashes and beautiful eyes. She was wearing khaki cargo pants with an embroidered Mexican crop top, a gold necklace and three-inch heels.
“Why is my daughter standing here naked?” she asked in a melodious voice with just a trace of accent.
“She was caught on camera shoplifting and I strip searched her to recover the merchandise. It’s perfectly legal and within my duties.” I said. She raised a hand to slap the girl, but I grabbed her wrist and sat her back down. DeeDee looked at me gratefully.
“Margarite, I need to look in your bag. May I have it please?”
She flopped it rudely on the table. I dumped it out. There was a pile of our merchandised, all top shelf stuff all with tags still attached.
“Well, Mrs. Walder, it looks like I’ll have to search you too. Please stand up and put your arms out to the sides.”
I slipped my hands under that crop top and searched thoroughly. She had small high hard natural breasts with long black nipples that showed through the fabric. She wasn’t hiding anything there.
“I’ll need you to remove your pants also, please.”
“I won’t do it! You can’t strip people naked right in your office.” she snarled.
“Well, that’s your choice. I can have the police here in five minutes and they’ll take both of you down to the station, and if you don’t like the way I search you, you really aren’t going to like the way they do it.”
“All right, but this is wrong.” She kicked her heels off and took her pants off and handed them to me. I found more hundreds of dollars’ worth of merchandise in the pockets. Now the mother was down to nothing but a pair of black lace panties.
“Now I’m going to have to call the police. This stuff is way over the felony shoplifting limit. I don’t have much choice here,” I said. The sight of the two of them, the young blond big breasted white skinned girl and the mature mahogany colored compactly built woman, both buck naked had given me a raging hardon already.
“Please don’t call the cops, Mister. We don’t want to go to jail. Please.”
“There’s nothing I can do, it’s all law and store policy now.”
“Are you sure there’s nothing?” DeeDee asked with tears in her eyes.
“There might be something, at that. Could you step into the bathroom for a minute DeeDee?” She walked over and closed the door.
“So, what’s the possibility?” the mother asked.
“Just this, I want to fuck your daughter,” I said bluntly.
“Oh, no, not my baby. She’s good and clean, you can’t do that. What about me? I’ll do it. Wouldn’t that be enough? Oh please, not my baby!”
“Oh, you’ll get your share too, but it has to be her.” I said.
“And if we do that you’ll let us both go?”
“You have my word, and anyway if you won’t do it, I’ll surely call the cops so be sure and tell her that.”
“Send DeeDee back out and let me talk to her.” I walked to the bathroom, sent DeeDee back in and told her they had two minutes.
I waited three minutes by my watch and went back out. They were holding each other tightly and looked up at me with hatred.
“What did you decide?” I asked.
“We can’t go to jail.” DeeDee said and knelt on the floor in front of me. She lowered my fly and started sucking my dick. Her mother turned away, but I tapped her on the shoulder and said:
“You too, Margarite. You watch her and take your turn. You’re just as guilty as she is.” She knelt next to her daughter and together they got me up to full size. After I was feeling completely rigid, I lifted DeeDee to her feet and bent her over the table. I wet my fingers and slipped them between her legs and rubbed her pussy for a few seconds. I didn’t feel her lubricating at all, so I signaled her mother to suck me a little more and leave some spit on my dick. That was enough, and I pushed a few inches into DeeDee from behind.
I noticed Margarite was watching very closely and occasionally slipped a hand down her panties.
Later, looking at the camera feed that showed DeeDee’s face I could see that she was crying the whole time, the tears streaming down her face onto the table. Her face was twisted in a grimace and she was baring her teeth in a snarl. I was going into her very slowly just an inch at a time then pull almost all the way out and then another inch. Very suddenly, on one of those half thrusts, long before I penetrated all the way in, I felt a flood of girl juice in her pussy and she was completely lubed. You can see it on the tape, she just suddenly relaxes, her fists unclench, she stops crying and snarling. She doesn’t smile exactly but starts to participate; shoving her hips back on me driving me deeper and finally every stroke was as deep as she could take. I hammered away at DeeDee for a couple of minutes but couldn’t make her cum. I gestured to Margarite who bent over the table next to her daughter, I stepped sideways, spread her cheeks and plunged into the mother. She was plenty wet and climaxed spasmodically twice, as her daughter watched from the side.
DeeDee pulled me on the elbow and I went back to her. This time she had better luck. After I was buried in her again she raised her hips enough to get access to her clit and when she rubbed herself, she came hard. I could feel her squeezing my dick and her legs shook convulsively.
I lifted DeeDee off the table and had her kneel on my swivel chair. I moved the chair onto my tape mark to have good camera focus. After I got into her again from the back, I gestured to Margarite and had her stand in front of DeeDee.
“Suck your mother’s tits!” I told DeeDee. She shook her head once, but I banged her hard with a single deep thrust that reached all the way to her cervix and she lifted her head and took Margarite’s black left nipple and sucked it enthusiastically for a minute then switched to the other. By now Margarite had a hand down her panties grinding on her clit. The mother came hard, her knees buckling, and she sank to the floor. I almost came then, but I held off and moved DeeDee back to the table on her back this time. Now there was no more crying or dryness, she was willing and cooperating and joining in with enthusiasm.
After I slipped into her and set up a rhythm, I lifted her hands and guided them to her breasts. I drove deep into her and watched her as she played with her nipples. She started to flush pink all over, her hands were waving around in the air and a few seconds later she had an excellent shaking orgasm that I could feel deep inside her.
Margarite had managed to get up and now lay down on the table next to her daughter with her knees up. It was clear what she expected. I left DeeDee in the throes of her climax and drilled into the mother. She was so small I had to be careful to not hurt her with long strokes. Luckily, she was already close, and I just pushed in a few times while she rubbed her clit and she came hard, flopping on the table like a fish on the dock.
As a favor to her, I reached in my desk and brought out a vibrating egg. I set it on low and held it against Margarite’s clit for a few seconds to get it slick and then popped it into her pussy. She groaned and twisted her hips like a go-go dancer. I upped the power and watched her twist and writhe. Her daughter was watching wide eyed as her mother came again right next to her. DeeDee pulled on my elbow and I went back to her, turning the power up on the egg to maximum as I went.
I had DeeDee’s number now and decided on a big finish. I put her knees up until they were next to her ears. I got her working on her tits again and set up long deep strokes that reached all the way to her bottom. As she started down that slope to orgasm, her rigid tongue started to protrude from her grimacing mouth. I started to rub her clit with my thumb. That started the grunting noises on every stroke.
I turned to the mother and told her:
“You should kneel down here and watch this. Your beautiful clean baby is about to cum like a steam locomotive.” She did it, the egg still buzzing away in her snatch, kneeling right next to my feet and watching DeeDee’s pussy lips being sucked in and out by my thrusts. I kept it up until I felt her starting to spasm deep in her pussy. Her belly muscles started to clamp. I pulled out until just the tip of my cock was still in her. I looked down and saw that everything from her asshole to her belly buttom was clenching like an accordion.
“Open wide Mrs. Walder!” I said to the mother. She did.
I pushed my dick all the way down her throat and had the most massive cum of my life. I don’t know if it was what Margarite’s throat was doing to my cock or looking at DeeDee who was having an orgasm like a seizure, her nipples like wooden pegs, the whites of her eyes showing, her mouth twisted in a grimace, her knees around her ears and her asshole winking like a turn signal.
That was the best time I ever had on that job. A couple of month later I was called to the manager’s office without explanation. Just before I opened his door, I peeked in the window. There were the store manage, Adele Boucher and a uniformed policeman. I didn’t hesitate. I went back to my office, grabbing a duffle bag out of luggage on the way. I tore out all the cameras and the hard drive, threw them all in the duffel, checked for anything else incriminating and went out the fire exit to my car. I’ve been working in this fast food joint for a year two thousand miles from Pranges. I doubt if they’re still looking for me, but the rap is six to fifteen, so I keep my eyes open.