HAPPIEST WHEN HORNIEST (Five Rough Hardcore Erotica Shorts) (3 page)

What can I say?  Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve had a problem with appropriating things that didn’t belong to me.  Yes, most people would call it
stealing
, but I never did it with bad intentions.  I just grabbed things before I was really aware of what I was doing.  My mom tells me it started with me in my stroller, grabbing a duck toy off the shelf when we were at Sea World.  I was too young to remember, but I believe it must have happened.

So, it wasn’t any surprise to me when I got nabbed for shoplifting in the mall.  I was out with my friend
Deveraux
(yes, her parents were hippie intellectuals), and we were comparing outfits, holding them up and giggling as we remarked on how awful they really looked, and it just happened.  The urge to take something flooded my head and I did a casual drop and slip with a blouse.  My friend had her back turned, scanning the racks at the time, so she didn’t see a thing.  And we went on our merry way.

Now, it’s true that my sticky habit had gotten me into trouble in the past.  My mom was very familiar with the calls that started with, “Do you have a daughter by the name of Violet Bower?”  She had shown
up
many times to pick up her wayward daughter from the security rooms of stores or, a few times, at the police station after my booking.  She had stood with me in court as I was fined and put on probation and community service.  My sentence was never very stiff, mind you, since I rarely took anything of great value.  One time it was just a pack of gum.  Still, I was no babe in the woods when it came to getting caught for my crimes.

Even my friends had dealt with my habit.  I would go to their houses and see something that really caught my attention and then, I would get home and find it in my purse.   Again, you understand that it was never anything too huge.  I wasn’t walking out of their houses with their entire silver service jingling in my bag.  But it did create complications in my relationships and had cost me a few friends over the years.  Boyfriends, as well, had been a hard thing to hold on to thanks to my immoral ways.  Not many guys want to get a phone call from their gals asking them to come down and bail them out.  It put quite a damper on the future.

But, it was just something that I seemed unable to curb.  I went to meetings and shared my soul, and cried on the shoulders of strangers and it still didn’t make a dent in my use of the five finger discount.  So, it was not new that I should snag something even when out with a friend because I did it before I knew what I was doing.

Well, we continued shopping,
oohing
and
aahing
and at various
knicks
and knacks, when I became aware of someone following us.  Now, again, I was very familiar with how security operates in a store because I had had my share of run-ins with them through the years.  At twenty-five, I had been caught about two dozen times.  So, I didn’t instantly panic when I saw the nice young guy eyeing us as we looked at the make-up counter.  I just kept tabs on him until I was pretty certain that he was indeed security or, as they liked to put it,
asset protection
.

Now, you may ask why I didn’t just pull the shirt out of my bag and drop it back on the counter.  Well, like I said, my habit was something that I had little control over and emotionally, I found it almost impossible to let go of something once I had it in my clutches.  It was like those hoarders on TV.  I knew I shouldn’t have the item, I knew I didn’t need it, but I couldn’t bear to let it go. 

And, truthfully, I had discovered over the years that panicking was the worst thing you could do in such circumstances.  In fact, many times, I had been sure that I was being followed or held in suspicion and it had turned out that they really were just doing routine rounds and had no idea I was walking out with their merchandise.  So, I wasn’t about to declare my guilt and fall to my knees begging for forgiveness if I wasn’t even a suspect yet.

But, I watched him as he followed after us.  Really, I thought it was kind of funny, how he trailed after us and thought that we had no clue about his presence.  Only one of us was ignorant of his interest in us, but I saw his every clumsy attempt to hide from us by acting like just another customer. Let me tell you, anyone in a store that connected to their cell phone while seeming to be so interested in the perfume counter, especially if it’s a guy, is either shopping for his mother or he’s security.

Well,
Deveraux
was ready to go and I saw no reason to stay, and so we made our way toward the exit.  Now, my heart started beating faster as we headed out because this was the do or die moment.  I was either correct in my assumption that the guy didn’t know about my little transgression, or I was wrong and he was going to nab me.  Again, I know it seemed ridiculous that I didn’t just whip the shirt out and get rid of it in the many aisles and counters we passed, but it wasn’t something that I would have considered as a viable option.  It just wasn’t going to be my out.

I knew that I was in trouble when the guy stuck to us as we walked toward the exit instead of turning to some other person of interest in the store.  So, I stopped and pulled my friend into a side aisle and quickly explained that I would need her to go ahead without me.  She looked at my anxious eyes that were darting behind me to keep tabs on the guard and guessed that I had done something again.  “Violet, how could you?  Jesus, whatever you took, just put the damn thing back and let’s get out of here.”

I shrugged as if I was mystified by her suggestion of thievery.  “I don’t have anything, Dev.  Look, I just want to check some more of the store out, but I know you have a time limit here, so I don’t want to make you feel obligated to stay.”

Her eyes stabbed suspicious daggers at me, but, finally, she agreed to go ahead and gave me a hug, telling me she had better see me home later or she was going to tear me a new one.  Ah, friends—loving to a fault.  I waved goodbye to her cheerily and the moment she had stepped through the doors and disappeared into the bright halo of the waiting outdoors, I turned around and walked straight over to the security geek because I had thought of a plan that would, hopefully, solve my dilemma.

I had noticed as I studied my shadow that he was actually quite cute.  He had auburn hair, which I found intriguing, and bright blue eyes.  It wasn’t a good combo for a guy in charge of asset protection, not very incognito.  What made it worse was his build, which was tall but muscled; I guessed he had played some high school football.  Again, not very discreet, though it made sense that someone who might have to physically restrain people would need to be fairly strong.  Either way, he had caught my eye and I thought it might be the key to my getting out of there without handcuffs.

As I approached him, I almost laughed out loud because he turned around so fast and started studying laxative products as if they were the answer to global warming.  I smiled and put on my sexpot act, which wasn’t too hard since I was, in my opinion, rather sexy.  I was tall myself and looked to be all legs.  My body had all the delightful curves that boys liked to hang onto and my breasts and my ass were perfectly balanced counterpoints on my athletic frame.  They bounced in all the right ways as I made my way towards my little buddy.

When I had reached his side, I flipped my dark hair back, letting it brush over my ass cheeks as I looked directly at him.  “Hey there, see something interesting?”

He turned to look at me and I was caught by his blue eyes.  They really were gorgeous.  He tried to put on a confused expression, like he had no idea of the dance we were doing.  “I’m sorry, what?”

I put my hands on my lovely hips and
tsk
tsk’d
at him.  Then, I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Fine, I guess I’ll be going then.”  And I began walking away.

He let me go for a while and then, he caught up with me and laid a nervous hand on my arm.  “Um, Miss, I need you to come with me.”

I didn’t bother to make a fuss, since I had planned the whole thing, and I followed him to the guard room in the back.  When we got in the room, I didn’t even bother to ask why I was there.  I knew why.  I sat down and crossed my legs, making my skirt ride up my toned thighs and causing his eyes to jump in their sockets. 

“Um, ma’am, I believe you have intentionally taken something from the store today with the intent of leaving without paying for the item.”

I rolled my eyes and stood up, crossing to where he still stood by the door.  Then, I reached behind him and turned the lock.  “You mean, I stole something?”

He looked at me, completely at a loss as to what move he should make next.  Luckily, I knew exactly what to do.  I kneeled right in front of him and began undoing his pants.  Unzipping them, I could feel the bulge in his underwear growing instantly to an impressive size.  I put my mouth on him and breathed through the fabric, making his cock jump as I slid his pants down around his ankles.  When I reached back up for his underwear, I looked up at him first with my big green eyes and hungrily licked my lips.  I felt a small wet spot grow under my hand and I knew that his dick was already getting anxious for some action.

I concentrated down at his crotch again, pulling his underwear down and freeing his cock.  Like I thought, his dick was big and had a light upward curve that made my pussy get wet just thinking of how it would feel thrusting into it.  I licked my lips once again as I wrapped one hand around his shaft and put another on his balls. Then I opened wide and I plunged down deep, letting his shaft fill my mouth and slide into my throat.  It was bigger than any cock I had sucked before and I had to use my hand to help a bit at first before I could make it all the way down. 

But as I buried my nose in his pubic hair and gagged as I slurped his thick rod, I felt his hand rest on my head and knew that he had decided to let me pay my penance with my mouth.  Smiling around his cock, I began to move my head up and down, taking him in all the way before sliding back up to his engorged

I moved slow and then fast, alternating speed and depth until I felt both of his hands shaking on my head and his fingers twisting in my hair.  He was beginning to move with me, thrusting slowly as he shifted his hips around to move his cock as it pressed into my straining throat.  I finally put my hands on his thighs and pushed away, leaving a trail of saliva from the tip of his cock to my sputtering lip. 

Then, using his body to stand up, I began taking my own clothes off, my skirt first and then my halter top, sliding both over my hips and my legs until I could kick them off to the side, along with my sandals.  I stood now in just my thong panties and I leaned in and gave him a kiss.

His lips were so soft and giving, that I melted into his arms as I pushed hard against his mouth and began to thrust my tongue into hi
s sweet mouth.  I felt his hand
s come up and rest on my ass cheeks and I pressed myself to him so that his hard dripping cock was forced to slide between my legs.  Feeling his rod touch my sensitive pussy lips made me gasp and his hands tightened on my heart-shaped ass in response.  Suddenly, this was about more than making him happy enough to forget my crime.  Now, I felt my pussy spasm and ache to be filled and I knew I needed a good fuck.

So, I slipped my leg up his side and reached down to move one of his hands off my ass to instead hold my leg up.  I kissed him more deeply and then began to lick his throat, making him shudder.  Something changed in that moment because he suddenly gripped my hair, allowing my leg to drop, and pulled me back until only my lower body still held contact with his.  My back arched and my ample breasts pointed to the ceiling as he pulled my dark hair, and I felt such a hard spasm in my pussy that I cried out.

Now, he was the one to smile as he lowered his body over mine and let his mouth suck my right nipple into its warm wet sweetness.  I gasped and shifted and tried to lift myself, but it was clear that he was now the one in charge.  Finally, he lifted me back up, leaving both my nipples looking like hard little bullets and feeling like little
electrical generators that began sending hard pulses to my cunt over and over.  His hands brushed my hair from my face and he kissed me again.

I enjoyed the feel of his mouth on mine and I lose myself in the kiss, which may explain why it caught me so off guard when he spun me around and slammed me up against the wall, using his feet to kick my legs apart and to open my slick folds.  He trailed a hand from my shoulder all the way down until I felt his fingers playing at the entrance to my slit.  I shook in his arms, rattling against the wall in front of me and his hard body behind me, as I felt his digits stroke my swollen pink lips and then push inside to fuck me furiously until I felt my orgasm roar to the edge of breaking.

I moaned into the wall, begging him to let me come, moving to keep his fingers active in my wet cunt.  I felt his breath on my neck as he pressed his body into me and then, I felt his fingers slide up to rest on my clit.  He began massaging my sensitive little bud at the same moment he put the head of his throbbing cock against the entrance of my very wet, pink pussy.  I felt him toy with me for a moment before his fingers began going crazy on my clit and his cock thrust hard into my already spasming pussy.

I had never felt such an overwhelming feeling as the orgasm that ran through my body right then.  His fingers rubbed in unison to his giant curved dick thrusting into my wet slot, and I came and came, waves of uncontrollable sensation rolling over me.  “Oh Fuck!”  I yelled as he slammed into me, pushing my body up and down against the wall.