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By Sweet Victim
An 11 year old girl is caught shoplifting and pays the consequences.
I had my first boyfriend when I was 11 years old. His name was Philip and he was 14 years old. Being only in 7th grade I was excited to have a high school boyfriend, even if he was only a freshman. None of my friends had boyfriends that were in high school. Since both my parents worked and didn’t get home until the evening, that gave us a few hours every day after school alone at my apartment for us to play together, make out, and, yes, have sex. We’d only done that a couple of times.
One day my Mom came home from work early and caught Philip and me together. I was on my knees wearing only a pair of panties, sucking on Philip’s dick as he sat on the couch. My mother was so angry when she saw this, screaming and yelling at us both as she threatened to call the police. She made Philip leave and told me I was too young to be messing around with boys. I was only 11 and that just wasn’t allowed. I was grounded, my allowance was cut off, and my parents set up a Ring camera to make sure I wasn’t letting anyone into the apartment while they were gone.
On my way home from school, I stopped by a little store in my neighborhood. I wanted some snacks, and I wanted to get some make-up. My parents didn’t want me to wear make-up yet, but all the other girls at school were and I wanted to fit in. No allowance meant no money, so I only had one choice, shoplifting. I looked around to make sure nobody could see me as I put the items in my school bag.
I walked through the doors and felt relief that I got away with this. No alarm went off, nobody seemed to notice. A few steps later I heard a deep voice behind me say “Could you hold on for a second, little girl?” I stopped immediately thinking, “No way! This is bad!” I turned around and saw the man. He was much taller than me, bald, and with a pair of glasses. He wore pressed khaki pants and a button-down shirt. He had a nametag that said “Manager. Roy.” He put a hand on my shoulder and said “Could you come with me for a moment.”
In the office, there was a television monitor, paused on an image of me putting stuff into my school bag. I sat in a black folding chair, looking at the table in front of me. On the table was my school bag, and the stolen merchandise was dumped out and scattered on the table. Roy stood next to me, looking down condescendingly as he shook his head. All I could think was “This is bad. This is bad.”
“Little girl,” Roy said, “We have you on camera putting these things into your bag. We can clearly see you leaving the store without paying.” He put a hand on “You’re all tensed up,” he said and I could feel his fingers play with the strap of my small bra. I wasn’t thinking about that though, my only worry was that this man was going to tell my parents. I needed to figure out what to do. Roy went on, “You do know shoplifting is a crime, right? You’re old enough to know that, aren’t you? How old are you?” I told him in a soft, meek voice. “Eleven.” He asked my name and I told him “Erica”
Roy leaned down and I could smell his awful breath. I blurt out “Please don’t tell my parents.” Roy simply shook his head and said “What? Of course I’m telling your parents.” But I already returned what I stole. And I’m just a kid. Why couldn’t this ugly man just let me off the hook? As if he could read my thoughts Roy said “You’re underaged. I can’t let you leave here without your parents.” The asshole.
I pleaded more, saying “That would be really bad for me. My parents are really strict. If they find out about this, they’ll kill me.” Roy just shook his head again, “Sorry, I can’t let you leave without telling your parents first. Give me your phone number.” This guy was pissing me off, I just wanted him to die. I thought about fake crying but knew that I was terrible at it and that it never worked before. But as I looked at him I could see that his gaze was on my chest, my small, budding a-cups. Was Roy a pervert? I didn’t really want to do it, but I could see no option. I told Roy, “Um… I’ll do anything sexual you want.”
Roy looked startled. “Wh-What are you saying? Do you realize what you just said?” I told him that I thought I could pay with my body and he just kept with that same, horrible condescending look. “I don’t think you can though.” Why couldn’t this asshole just say yes? I was offering to have sex with him and he was just shaking his head. I knew he wanted it, knew he was checking out my young body. “I’ve had sex before,” I told him. “It’s fine. I really don’t want you to tell my parents.” Roy looked down at me, chuckled, and said, “Kids these days. I’m sure we can work something out.”
Moments later, Roy was the one sitting in the folding chair with his pants open and his cock out. I was on my knees between his legs, stroking his cock, lightly licking around the head of it. I’d manage to weasel my way out of getting in trouble but I think my situation went from bad to worse. Roy’s cock was HUGE, way bigger than my 14-year-old boyfriend. The only thing I could say was “So big” as I licked up from his balls, my tongue making the long journey along that shaft to the head. Roy chuckled, “I know, right? I’m super proud of it. Have you ever seen one this big?” Of course I hadn’t.
I stretched my lips to get them around his cock, taking the head into my mouth. Roy but a hand on my chin and made me look up at him. He said, “I’ll call your parents right away if you don’t make me feel really good. I sucked more on his cock, getting as much as I could into my mouth, my hand stroking the base. Roy moaned aloud and said, “A blowjob from an 11-year-old. Ughhh mmmm, this is great. Fuck, I think I’m harder than ever.” He had his hands on my head, guiding me as he slid his cock in and out of my mouth, making me take it in his throat each time he pushed. “11 years old, not a virgin, and great at blowjobs! Ummm. Who taught you this, Erica?” Did this dumbass expect me to answer with a mouth full of old cock? “Was it your Dad?” He asked, “I bet it was.” No, dumbass, it was my boyfriend. The thought of doing something like this to my Dad was humiliating.
Roy groaned and said “Cumming” as he held my head tighter, making sure that I had to get his load in my mouth. His cum tasted awful, salty and bitter. I wanted to throw up swallowing that old man’s cum. I gagged and Roy said “Swallow it all. Can’t have the office getting dirty.”
After I was done swallowing Roy helped me get back to my feet and positioned me standing in front of the table. “Put your arms on the table,” he told me and I knew what he was doing. I spoke up, wanting to protect myself, and said “Don’t put it all in at once, that hurts. Try to get it wet first, please.” He pushed down on me, making me bend over for him. “I know,” he said, sounding a little angry. “Damn perverted brat trying to give me instructions. Now, come on, ass up.”
I felt Roy pulling up my skirt and his hand rubbing over my ass, feeling my pink panties. “Did you wear these to school today?” I told him yeah. “That so? Bet you got all sweaty and stuff” Roy got down on his knees behind me and I felt him push his face between my legs, his hands on my ass as he nuzzled at my ass and crotch “Smells so good,” he said and kept rubbing his nose hard against my pussy as he groped my ass. This was so embarrassing, this gross old man sniffing at my panties like this. I wanted him to just get this over with.
As Roy pulled down my panties and I felt the cold air between my legs, I realized I was wet. How could that be when I found this old man disgusting? How was I aroused? Roy had his hands on my bare cheeks and spread them, getting a good look at my wet pussy. “Nice and smooth,” he said, “Just like a little girl should be.” He put his thumbs next to my pussy and spread it open “And not a hymen in sight,” he said. I felt him slip a finger into me and my pussy became wetter. Why was I so wet for this gross old man? Roy was moving his finger in and out of me and said “It’s so tight. I can barely slip a finger in.” It made me moan and I couldn’t help it, I don’t know what made that moan come out of me. I was confused. Roy chuckled and said, “I think it’s about time.”
Was I really some sort of perverted brat like he said? Why was my pussy so wet? I hated this horrible old man, I found him disgusting. But my pussy was working with a mind of her own and getting soaked. I could feel Roy standing up, rubbing his fat cock against my wet hole. I said “You’re too big. Do it slow.” He didn’t care. Roy grabbed my hips and forced his cock all the way in one thrust. It hurt so bad, my whole body screaming out in pain. “What do you mean slow,” Roy said to me, “You’re all wet, ya damn brat.”
Roy was moving his cock in and out of me, hitting deep inside each time. My head was on the table as I cried and said “No. No!” over and over again. But Roy kept going, holding my hips as he pumped at me with his cock. “Was your whole plan to shoplift so I could rape you?” No. It wasn’t my fault that my pussy was getting so wet for him. My cries turned to moans, I had no control over how my body felt and I think Roy knew that. He said “This dick makes even adult women lose consciousness.” He pulled my head up a bit. “Let me hear that voice.”
I couldn’t help it and moaned more. I hated this man but his cock was driving my body wild. It was better than my boyfriend. My pussy was taking him in, getting soaked. Roy kept fucking me as he leaned forward, a hand on my chest and squeezing my little tit hard. “You feel it, don’t ya?” he said, “You’re feeling this old man’s dick. You’re feeling all of it.” His breath smelled terrible, I hated him, but my body didn’t.
Roy lifted me up and had me lay down on the table, he still had his dick in me. “Time to end this,” he said as he pumped in and out of me “I’m gonna cum on your belly. Thrusting into me more “Child’s pussy is just too good.” He pushed up my shirt and bra, grabbing at my chest as he leaned over and licked my face, it was so disgusting. “Bet you don’t want this to be over yet, do you.” I did want it to be over, wanted it so bad. But then I felt it, that intense rush, I was cumming, I was cumming on this gross old cock. Roy could feel that and gripped my chest tighter as he fucked me harder “Here we go,” he said as he kept going, prolonging my orgasm. He finally said, “I’m gonna cum.” Roy pulled out and covered my belly and chest with his load.
I lay there with my legs spread wide open as I panted, catching my breath after such an intense orgasm. My pussy was dripping onto the table with my own juices and my body was covered in this old man’s gross cum. The only thing I could think was “I wanna shoplift again tomorrow.”
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By Sweet Victim
#Mature #Rape #Tween
