Stripped Shoplifter

The two guards pushed Gail into the office and locked the door behind them. Then they dragged her to the center of the room. She was scared out of her mind. Both of them were tall muscular Black men, and she knew there was no way she could escape. They caught her shoplifting and now she had to pay for it. She thought of her husband, Andrew. She would be humiliated if he found out.

“Get against the wall,” the older guard said. The look on his face was so cruel and hard that Gail had to turn away from his gaze.

“Why?” she said. She brushed her long red hair over her shoulders and tried to look defiant, staring straight at him with her blue eyes. Then she saw the other guard, the one with the thick mustache, leering at her. He stared at her tight blouse without even trying to hide it. His eyes were glued to her 38dd tits.

“We’re going to search you,” he said. “That’s why.”

Gail backed away from them. “You can’t do that,” she said. “You’re supposed to have a woman for that kind of thing.”

“Looks like we got a tough bitch here, Malik,” the older guard said. “Take care of her.”

“Sure, Jamal, you’re the boss,” he said. Malik grabbed Gail’s wrist and twisted it hard. The next thing she knew she was right against the wall. The guard spread her arms and her legs wide apart so that she had to lean against the wall with her palms flat out. Gail tried to get away from him but he slammed her back against the wall. “You just stay put until we’re finished with you, honey. We saw you take all that stuff and now we’re going to find it.”

“Try anything and I’ll scream,” Gail said. She thought of all the things she’d taken from the main floor of the department store. The bra that she’d stuffed down her jeans, and the jewelry that she put into her purse when she thought no one was looking. They’d find it all. “I’m warning you,” she said. “I’ll scream!”

“Go ahead and scream all you want. No one will hear you. This room is soundproofed.” Malik slid his hands up and down her thighs, as if he really was searching her. But then his fingers gripped her flesh through her tight pants.

He slid his hand around to the front and then reached down into her jeans. He pulled out the frilly pink bra that she stuffed down her pants. “Nice piece of evidence,” he said, and threw it to the floor. He moved closer to her and now she could feel the hard bulge in his crotch press against her ass. “We got you, baby. We got you.”

Gail turned her head over her shoulder and saw the cruel smile on his face. Then she saw Jamal over at the desk. He had her purse emptied on the surface. And he was looking through her wallet. “Married, huh?” he said. “Guess he’ll have to come bail you out, after we call the police.”

“No!” Gail said. “Don’t. Please don’t.”

Jamal laughed. He stood right next to her by the wall. “Sorry, honey, but we have to report you. It’s the rules.”

Malik’s hands slid up her stomach and then cupped her huge tits, squeezing them through her blouse. His prick grew harder and throbbed against her butt. “Unless you want to be nice to us,” he said. “Then, maybe we won’t call the police.”

“I’ll do anything you want,” Gail said. “Anything.” She knew they were just after her ass. And there was no way she could stop them from getting it, so she figured she’d better go along with it, to get it over with as soon as possible.

“Good,” Jamal said. A wicked smile broke out on his dark, unshaved face. He sat back and looked at her. “Strip for us, honey. Let’s see what you got.”

Malik stepped away from her. “Come on, bitch. Strip!”

Gail unclasped her jeans and pushed them down to her thighs. She saw both of the guards staring at her firm rounded ass cheeks. Her black panties were transparent and the silky material clung to her ass. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone,” she said. “Just promise me.”

“Shut up and strip, bitch!” Jamal said. “Unless you want some help.”

“No,” Gail said. “I’ll do it.” But before she could do anything Malik grabbed her waist and turned her around so that she faced Jamal. He tore at her white blouse and pulled it wide open. She struggled with Malik, trying to break his grip, but his fingers dug right into her flesh. Jamal grabbed her huge tits in his hands and mauled them. His fingers dipped under the skimpy black cups and scratched at her firm fleshy mounds.

When they had her down to just her panties and bra they pushed her back to the center of the room. “Get down on your knees where you belong, bitch!”

She hesitated a few seconds too long. Malik clamped both hands down on her shoulders and pushed her to the floor. “Do what we say, bitch. Or else.”

As she knelt there in front of them both guards unzipped their pants. They took out their hard Black cocks and waved them in front of her face. Gail had never had sex with a Black man before. Never even really thought about it. But now she couldn’t help but be curious to find out if “the myth” was true.

Both men were at least 9 inches long, with Jamal only slightly bigger than Malik. She could see the hard veins surging and throbbing, and there were already drops of liquid seeping out of the fleshy tips.

Jamal sat down on the couch in one corner of the room. He was naked from the waist down and his thick cock stuck straight up in the air. “Get over here and suck it,” he said. “Take it in your fucking mouth and blow me!”

Gail started to get up on her feet.

“Crawl over,” Jamal said.

She got back down on her hands and knees and crawled across the hard wood floor.