Stuck in the Wall [M30F23] [noncon]

It’s late. The sun has set, it’s light draining out of the Western entrance of the mall. Fluorescents are on everywhere, their static, manic glow illuminating the mall in stillness. The only sound as I make my rounds are my own footsteps, the whir of the air conditioners high overhead.

Night shift.

I take a sip of coffee from my gas station travel mug. It’s bad, a necessary badness. I yawn and regret it immediately. I can’t be doing this now. It’s so early in my shift that I-

There’s a noise, a crash. I freeze.

…

Nothing happens. There are no other noises.

…

I wait for something to happen, but nothing does. Finally, I conclude that it’s me, I have to be the one that figures out what the sound was. I sigh and raise my heavy flashlight, my only defense. As I move, I begin to get the sense that the sound came from one of the utility hallways that connects different parts of the mall. The one nearby connects right to the parking lot, so it could be anything, or anyone.

I open a door that connects to the hallway, and stand there, listening. I can hear noises, but I can’t make out what they are. The second I confirm it’s just some racoon I’m running and calling animal control. I tell myself this to calm down as I inch closer and closer-

Rounding a corner, I see people, hear their voices, but too late, they see me too.

I back around the corner and hear them shouting…then I hear a door slam open and the sound of running feet.

…I freeze there around the corner from where I saw them. I’m not prepared to die for this stupid fucking job, but it did sound like they ran away. Slowly, I risk a peak.

…

I have to look again to make sure I saw what I saw.

…

What I saw was a torso, a butt, and two legs sticking out of a concrete wall.

Overcome with curiosity, I walk out from my hiding spot and get a little closer. Cracks run across the cement wall, spidering out from the lower half of this person…this woman. She’s clad, well her lower half is clad in tight fitting, frayed black jeans. She has sneakers on and high socks.

As I move closer, I can hear her. She’s shouting something, but I can’t tell what it is. She appears to be stuck. As I watch her legs twist, her torso shifts, her butt wiggles. She’s stuck in the wall.

Looking at the wall, I realize the store that’s through that wall is the jewelry shop. Thieves! She’s a thief.

I step closer…

Her skin is a milky white, and she’s thick, I can only imagine how she fit into her jeans. I pause a moment as I imagine her fitting into her jeans, jumping up and down to slide the material over her thick, juicy ass. She has thick thighs and calves too.

As she struggles, her ass jiggles around.

I begin to feel aroused, I can feel my cock growing hard. At first, I’m confused, but upon reflection, well, it’s been some time since I’ve last touched a woman, let alone fucked one.

But I can’t fuck her, that’s…

But, she’s a thief…

So what? It’s still wrong.

Well, who’s she going to tell? Maybe once I…finish I can free her and just let her go.

I stand there, pondering, debating myself back and forth.

Well, regardless, I’ll have to touch her, to help her get out.

…I sidle up behind her, put my hands on her waist, and start to pull backwards.

I hear her shouts of protest dimly through the walls. She kicks out and connects with my shin. The shock of pain is intense. “Fuck!” I hiss under my breath as I step away. A well of anger grips me and I slap her hard across the ass. She launches another kick which connects with the outside of my leg, so I slap her hard across the ass again. She keeps kicking and I keep slapping until my only choice is to press my body against her ass and hold onto her hips as I force her legs apart with mine.

She wriggles against me, but it’s no use. I can still hear her shouting through the walls.

I hold onto her hips as she bucks against me, trying to shake me loose. As I’m pressed against her, I feel my cock becoming erect. It’s all too much, to have this juicy ass in front of me as I press myself against her. Deciding that this thief could use a little punishment, I reach under her and unbutton her jeans, then unzip them.

She wriggles and shakes more fiercely now, but to no avail. She can’t shake me loose, nor can she free herself.

I pull and pull and pull, wrenching her jeans down over her thick ass. I take her panties with them, freeing her plump little pussy. Her ass is just so big and beautiful. I want, I need to leave my mark on it. I slap her ass again and again, relishing in the sound she makes, her voice of loud complaint through the wall.

With two fingers, I begin to explore her cunt. I rub her clit and tease her slit before plunging myself inside. She’s tight, and only a little wet. Nothing a few minutes of finger fucking won’t fix.

By the time I’m through with her, she’s a sopping mess, juices running down her thighs.

I pull my belt off, take down my pants and expose my hard cock, then press it between her cheeks. I put my hands on her hips and grind my cock up against her body. I want her to feel me before I plunge it inside her.

She’s bucking like crazy now and shouting louder than ever, though I still can’t understand her.

I grab hold of my cock and press my tip into her slit, moving it up and down to coat myself in her wetness. Holding on as hard as I can to her hips, I thrust forwards, inching my way, slowly into her warm, wet pussy. I want to melt immediately as she embraces, engulfs me. My eyes roll back in my head as I give up control of my body and start to fuck her. I go slow at first, letting her get used to my size. “Fuck,” I moan as she takes me deeper and deeper, finally all the way to the hilt. I grab a handful of ass while I’m in side her, then give her a few more good hard slaps. Her pussy clenches each time my palm impacts. “Fuck yes,” I hiss as I start to go faster, harder. My rhythm builds. This little cunt is going to take my cum. I fuck her hard and deep, going faster, my balls knotting and-

And then I’m cumming, cock buried deep inside her, spraying my load into her depths. I thrust once or twice weakly as her pussy milks me, draining everything I have. “Oh god,” I mutter. “Holy shit.” I pant to catch my breath. I give her ass another squeeze before pulling out, my cum dripping out of her slit and down her thigh.

She doesn’t make any noise as I clean myself. Briefly, I try to get her jeans back up, but I’m unable to do it.

Well, she’s had enough, I decide, making my way around and into the jewelry store.

…There she is, a pale redhead with freckles and a tattoos descending into her cleavage. “You fucking bastard,” she whispers, slunk low to the ground. She looks up at me as I get closer, a look of rage and fire in her eyes. Her lips are so nice, so juicy.

“Need some help?”

She spits on the floor of the jewelry shop and just glares at me.

“I’ll take that as a yes?”

She looks away, averting her eyes from me.

“Tell you what, I’ll do it for a blowjob.”

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