Shoplifter [M/f] [anal] [noncon]

The store hasn’t been doing great business this week. I normally get a good number of walkins, but the weather has been terrible, so that has tapered off. I’m sitting and watching the register when a blonde girl comes in out of the rain, looking like a drowned rat in her school uniform. I greet her, but look back down at my accounts spreadsheet while she browses the shelves. I keep one eye on her, though, and a few minutes later, I notice her stick some little trinket into her purse. While her back is turned, I quietly walk over to the door and lock it, then return to the register. She dawdles at the shelf for a moment longer, then goes to the door to leave. Finding it locked, she turns back towards me with a panicked look, which I return with a grin.

“Going somewhere?” I ask.

“Yeah, I didn’t find anything I liked, so I was gonna leave.” she replies, shakily.

“Not until you let me see what’s in your purse.” I say, advancing on her. I firmly grab her by the shoulder. I can see her do a brief moment of mental calculus, but the size differential between us tells her she’s not going anywhere, and she doesn’t resist as I direct her into the back room. I sit her in a chair at the back office desk, take her purse, and open it up. Inside, I fihd the usual trimmmings for a teenage girl, makeup, wallet, keys. I also find a moleskine notebook with my price label still on it. I remove it, and hold it in front of her face, accusingly.

“This costs five pounds. You didn’t steal it because you need it, did you?” I ask.

She merely looks sullen.

“You get a thrill out of shoplifting, don’t you? A lipstick here, some earrings there. It’s not hurting anyone, is it? Well, you know who it’s hurting? Me. This is money out of my pocket. I lose hundreds, if not thousands of pounds to little shits like you every year.”

Again, no reply.

“What’s your name?” I demand.

“….Emma.” she says, quietly.

“Well, Emma, who should I call? The police, or your parents?” I ask.

“Neither, please!” she begs, nearing tears.

“And why would I do that?” I reply.

“I can’t get caught again! I-I’ll pay you for it!” she nearly bawls.

“Oh, I think we’re past that now. I think I’m going to need to be compensated another way.” I say, resting my hand above her knee.

“Oh, please, no. Not that!” she pleads.

I am unconvinced, and as my hand moves under her skirt, I find her panties drenched. I slide one finger under them and begin to rub her clit.

“I knew it. You do get a thrill out of it. You get off on it. You’re a little slut, aren’t you? I bet you were gonna go home and play with yourself after this.” I say, unbuckling my belt.

“No, please stop.” she says, tears welling in her eyes.

“Be quiet. Put that mouth to some actual use, whore.” I say, pulling my cock out of my pants. Her eyes go wide when she sees the size of it. I put it in front of her face, and she mutters a small “no”, but when I wrap my hand around her throat, she opens her mouth and accepts her fate. I push my cock into her mouth, and she struggles to open her mouth wide enough to accept my girth. Regardless, she manages, and starts giving me a halfhearted blowjob.

“You’ll have to do better than that, unless you want me to call the cops.” I say, grabbing the back of her head and forcing my cock into her throat. I feel her gag as I roughly fuck her face, but I pay it no mind. After a few deep thrusts into her mouth, I pull her off to give her a chance to breathe, the pull her up by her hair and bend her over the desk. I pull her panties down to her ankles, and line my cock up with her now-dripping pussy.

“No, please, stop!” she begs, sobbing.

“You want this, slut. You’ve been soaking wet since the moment you stole from me.” I say, pushing into her tight little hole.

I hear her make a little “aaaaa” noise as I bury my cock in her, followed by quietly repeating “no no no” as she cries on the desk at my rough treatment of her pussy. I grab her hips and begin to thrust into her. She’s very tight, but I’m going to take exactly what I want from her. I increase the speed and depth of my thrusts, and her mutterings start turning into moans.

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you, slut?” I say, as my pelvis slaps against her ass.

“No, ungh, please stop.” she pants.

I’m not stopping for anything. I grab a handful of her wet hair, and keep thrusting into her. After about a minute, her moans become more frequent, and I feel her pussy tighten around my cock, as she reaches out her hands to clench whatever she can get a hold of on my desk, in this case some paperwork.

“You just came, didn’t you, slut?” I ask.

“….yes.” she admits, between gasps.

“You really are a filthy thing, aren’t you? An older man bends you over and rapes you, and you can’t help but come, can you?” I say, tauntingly.

“Urgh, yes! Yes! Please, fuck me harder!” she begs, sliding a hand down between her legs to rub her clit.

I oblige, and start shoving my thick cock as deep as I can into her little cunt.

“Fuck! You’re huge!” she screams.

I release my grip on her hair, and while she continues to touch herself, I slide a thumb into her ass, which is already soaked from her pussy dripping onto it.

“Oh my god! I’m coming again!” she shrieks, as her whole body tenses. She shudders, then collapses forward onto the desk, my cock sliding out of her.

I smile at my handiwork, and say “Oh, I’m not done with you yet, whore.”

I spit in my hand, and rub it onto her tight asshole. I press the head of my cock against it, and she recoils for a moment, but then accepts her fate, and my cock. She whines a bit as the head pops in.

“You’ll do anything to keep me from getting you into trouble, won’t you?” I say, as I insistently push my cock into her ass.

“Yes, I will.” she groans, as I begin to thrust. I go slowly at first, not wanting to actually hurt her. As I pick up speed, her whining once again turns into moaning.

“You love getting raped in the ass, don’t you?” I say.

“God yes. You feel so good!” she says, hand returning to her clit.

“You are the filthiest slut I’ve ever met.” I say, pushing myself deeper into her teenaged ass. As I feel her nearing another orgasm, my own approaches. “You want me to come in your ass, don’t you, dirty girl?”

“Yes, please fill me up!” she begs, furiously rubbing herself. She cries out in ecstacy as she reaches her third climax, and the contractions around my cock send me over as well. I unload into her, groaning in pleasure. I pull out of her after we catch our breath. I take a moment to straighten myself up while she lies slumped over the desk. I pull her up, instruct her to pull her panties up, and while she’s watching, I put the notebook back into her purse.

“That was worth about five pounds to me, whore. If I ever catch you in here again, you’ll get more of the same treatment.” I admonish, as I see her out the door.

It took her three whole days to come back.

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