I can’t believe the nerve of some people, you know, people that pretend to be something they’re not. This happened to my friend Erin and me last Sunday at the mall in our town. My name is Becca. Erin and I went to the mall looking for an outfit and accessories, although lacking the funds we needed. We started at the major department stores, Vons, Macy’s, and Nordstrom. We brought canvas shopping bags to load up our haul, and after the big three, we hit Victoria’s Secret, where we finished loading our bags with frilly lace panties and lace bras. We hit the perfume kiosk, where we picked up a couple of new perfumes. All that was left for us to do was load up on earrings at the Otherside Shop, a quaint little shop that is a group of five stores owned by the same company. After picking up ten or twelve pairs of earrings, we left the store with big smiles. We only made it a few steps when two men approached us.
“Excuse me, ladies, can I see your receipt for the items you have from our store?” the man asked calmly.
“We don’t have any items from your store, mister,” Erin snotted at the man.
“All right, ladies, please step over her for us, please,” he ordered.
The men led us to a bench a few feet from the store. A bench surrounding a fake tree.
“Sit down here while we call for a squad car to take you to the station,” The man ordered.
“Wait, you’re police. We didn’t do anything wrong,” Erin said excitedly.
I started to cry and put my bag on the bench. Erin looked at me nervously.
“Do you ladies have any identification?” we were asked.
I handed the man my high school ID, and Erin followed my lead.
“OK, Rebecca, do I have your permission to look through your bag?” The man asked me.
“Do I have a choice?” I retorted.
The two men started going through my bag, separating the items by the store they came from.
“Rebecca, I don’t see your sales receipts for the stores you shopped?” the man asked.
“Um, they should be in the bag,” I lied.
“No, Mam, they’re not in the bag. Can I look in your purse?” He asked.
“No, you can’t go through my purse,” I said angrily.
“Very well,” he said.
“Erin, I assume I won’t find receipts in your bag either, will I?” the man asked
“Now, what do you think,” Erin snotted at the man.
“Ladies, it will be much better for you when you get to court if you cooperate, he told us.
Erin and I folded our arms and stared into space.
“OK then, Erin, we have your bag and your ID. We’ll take Becca and process her, and we’ll come back for you. I suggest you stay put on this bench,” The man told us.
“OK, Becca, let’s go,” the man said.
“Where are you taking me? I don’t want to leave Erin,” I pleaded.
“Like we said, Becca, if you cooperate, it will be better for you. Now come with us,” the man barked.
I followed the men through the mall, entering double doors and walking down a long hall. They opened a door at the end of the hall, turned on the lights, and closed the door behind us. The room was poorly furnished: two desks, filing cabinets, and a few chairs. The men walked in, grabbed a pad of paper, and started adding up the cost of the items I had stolen.
“Becca, my name is Eric, and my partner is Tom. We’ll be processing you before you’re taken to jail,” Eric stated.
“Jail! Wait a minute, shoplifting isn’t prosecuted anymore,” I said, alarmed.
“Well, that’s not true. This mall has experienced massive losses from shoplifting and has demanded that it be prosecuted. Eric informed me.
“Oh shit, can’t I just give back the stuff and say I’m sorry?” I asked, beginning to worry.
“Too late for that, Becca,” Tom responded.
“Well, what’s going to happen to me? I can’t go to jail,” I teared up.
“Well, if you cooperate and don’t lie to us, it will go a long way in court,” Tom explained.
“OK, I’ll be good, I promise,” I cried.
“Alright, come over here, sit down, and fill out this statement form with the correct information.
I sat down and filled out the statement with personal information, including what I did and what I stole from which store. When I finished, Tom took the form, and he and Tom read over it. They looked at each other and then stood up.
“Rebecca, your ID says you are five foot nine and one hundred-fifteen pounds. Is that correct? We need to search you for contraband,” Eric said.
“Yes, that’s correct,” I answered.
“Alright, could you stand up for me, please? I need to search you for contraband,” Tom asserted.
“What! Search me. That’s crazy, I’m not hiding anything,” I protested.
“It’s policy, Rebecca,” Tom added.
“OK,” I said, standing up.
“Can you get your dress, or do you need help?” Tom asked.
“Wait, what, what about my dress?” I asked, confused.
“You’ll need to remove it so we can search you,” Eric responded.
“Seriously, that’s insane,” I argued.
It’s your choice, Becca. You can do it here, or they can do it at the station,” Tom alerted me.
“So if I go to the police station, I get arrested for sure, right?” I inquired.
“Yeah, one hundred percent,” Eric answered.
I looked at both men and weighed my options. I couldn’t get arrested. My mom would disown me and then kick me out. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
“Alright, we’ll do it here if it has to be done,” I said softly.
“Very well,” Eric said as he stood behind me.
I felt Eric unbuttoning my dress. I swallowed hard. He slipped it forward, and I let it fall off my shoulders, stepping out of it. I covered my bare breasts with my arms and stood before them in just my panties. Eric knelt in front of me and grabbed the band of my panties.
“What are you doing?” I said excitedly.
“Everything, Becca,” He responded, pulling them down.
I stepped out of them, and he threw them in the pile with my dress.
“Oh God,” I sighed
I was so embarrassed standing naked in front of the men, I’m sure they were looking at my bald pussy, and I felt it begin to stir.
“OK, Becca, lean over the desk, put your forearms on the desk, and spread your legs apart,” Tom ordered.
I looked at the men in disbelief but did as they said. I blushed with embarrassment as Tom put a small flashlight between his teeth and knelt between my legs. I jumped when I felt his hands spread my butt cheeks and peered at my anus. After what seemed like an eternity, he stood up.
“OK, Becca, stand up and face me, then spread your legs for me,” Tom said casually.
I assumed the position and looked at the ceiling as Tom again knelt between my legs, gently spreading my pussy lips that were now moistening. Again, it seemed like he was down there forever.
“Well?” Eric asked.
“She’s super clean, and it’s pretty tiny, I doubt anything could be stashed up there,” He replied.
“Oh my God, are you rude,” I lashed out.
I sat down on the chair and looked at the men.
“Am I going to be arrested?” I asked bluntly.
The men didn’t say anything, and then Eric rolled his eyes, eliciting a smile from Tom.
“Well, you’ve been cooperative, so we can probably just call your mom and have her come get you,” Tom stated.
I began to panic. There’s no way my mom could find out about this. My mind was racing. If they called her, my life would be over.
“Wait, isn’t there another option? My mom can’t find out. She’ll kill me, seriously,” I cried.
“Rebecca, we all make mistakes. You’re young. She’ll forgive you,” Tom reasoned with me.
“No, no, she won’t please. There has to be another way, please,” I sobbed.
“Becca, our hands are tied. By law, we have two options,” Tom explained.
I was desperate and had to find a way out of this predicament.
“What if we left the law out of it?” I pleaded.
The men looked surprised, looking at each other but not knowing what to say or do.
“I don’t understand,” Tom said confused.
“What if we worked it out between us?” I asked frantically.
I looked at both men, stood up, and went to the desk, lying on it and spreading my legs.
“I’ll do anything you want if you let me go without calling my mom. I mean anything, please don’t call my mom,” I pleaded.
The room was quiet. I closed my eyes, hoping to feel their hands on me. Time seemed to stand still.
Then Tom spoke, “Both of us, Becca?”
“Yeah, OK,” I answered, shaking.
I heard the front door and opened my eyes in time to see Eric locking it. The men began to undress. I was so nervous. I’ve had sex before, but not like this, and not with two men at once. I watched Tom take off his underwear, and I gasped. I’d never seen a cock that big in real life.
I swallowed hard as I looked at eleven inches of hard super-fat cock. For a minute, I thought that maybe calling my mom wouldn’t be that bad after all. Eric stripped, revealing a somewhat smaller cock than Tom’s but bigger than anything I’d ever tangled with.
Tom walked to the desk in front of me, pulling me to the end of the desk, spreading my legs, and pushing my knees till they touched the desk. He had my hips split as open as wide as I could go. I could tell my pussy was dripping. Eric walked up to me and pressed his cock to my lips, and I hesitated a bit, opening up.
“Would you rather it in your butt?” Eric asked.
My lips immediately wrapped around his hard fat cock, and I began to bob my head up and down.
“That a girl, Becca,” Eric said, cupping the back of my head.
My eyes never left Tom as he sucked my bald pussy into his mouth, flicking his tongue through my pussy lips and slapping my swelling clit.
“Um, um, um,” I moaned as an experienced tongue had its way with my tight little pussy.
I was sucking Eric’s cock like a pro, and I could taste his precum in my throat and sinuses. I sensed he was going to explode soon. Meanwhile, I was squirming on the desk as Tom drove me wild. I didn’t have to wait too long before I felt Eric’s cock swell in my mouth, and then I felt a bump on my lower lip. The tip of Eric’s cock exploded in my mouth, and his balls emptied into my throat. I gagged slightly after the first massive shot but managed to swallow it. I continued to suck him, eating and milking every drop out of him. Eric pulled his shrinking cock from my mouth.
“Fuck Tom, she can suck a cock,” Eric exclaimed, praising me.
I raised to my elbows to watch Tom suck and lick my hot pussy.
“OH! God, I’m coming,” I shouted as my body shook, and I fell back on the desk, covering my eyes. Tom grabbed my quivering thighs and stood up, slapping his rock-hard cock on my stomach.
“Please be gentle. I’ve never had anything near that big before,” I said nervously.
“Don’t fret, I’ll break you in nice and easy,” Tom chuckled.
I felt the head of Tom’s cock lodge in my fuck slot, he pushed slightly, and the head stuck in my opening. Tom pulled back and then pushed again with more force, and the head of his cock plowed through my small opening. I sat straight up.
“Oh, Oh, God, it’s too big, owe, fuck that hurts,” I cried.
Eric laid me back down, trying to calm me down.
“Easy, easy, it will be OK, just relax,” Eric assured me.
Tom again withdrew his cock before pushing it back into my straining pussy. Another two inches slid inside, stretching the poor walls of my pussy.
“Owe, owe, owe,” I cried.
Tom repeated the motion, and another two inches crammed into my overstuffed pussy.
“Oh fuck, it’s so full, no more, no more,” I cried.
“Give it a minute, Becca; it will relax, and you’ll be fine,” Eric encouraged.
Tom stopped and let me rest for a minute, I looked down, and a good eight inches of his cock was waiting to fill me. I thought there would be no way anymore of his cock could cram inside me. The sharp pain was subsiding, replaced with an achy feeling. Tom again pushed, and more of his stiff shaft disappeared into my honey-hole.
“Oh, I’m so full of cock, I can’t believe it,” I moaned
Tom withdrew his cock, and his cock glistened with my juices before he pushed even more of his cock into strained pussy. The lips of my pussy clung to his shaft as if they were holding on for dear life, stretched obscenely around his monstrous shaft. Tom’s gentleness ended, and he began to fuck me in earnest, my body lurching back and forth
“Oh, slow, slow,” I encouraged Tom to take it easy.
Tom must not have heard me because he began to fuck me harder and faster, more of his cock disappearing between my legs. I looked for something to hold on to as my body shook, and my tits jiggled as Tom began to lay the pipe to me.
My achy pussy began to respond to the enormous pole inside me. I could feel the tingling that signaled I was going to erupt in a massive orgasm. I watched the outline of Toms cock in my stomach with every thrust, and the pressure in my pussy got to the point I thought it would explode. I saw Tom’s face contort.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” he yelled.
That pushed me over the edge, and my body shook, and my mind went blank as I launched into the biggest orgasm of my young life.
“Um, fuck yeah, oh, don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m coming, oh fuck me,” I moaned deliriously.
Tom’s cock jerked inside me as his potent sperm flooded my unprotected pussy. His balls kept filling me as I came back from my out-of-body experience.
I lay there, my pussy numb as Tom finished his work, and watched him pull his fading shaft out of me. Cum poured out of my snatch between my legs, covering my bunghole.
“Holy fuck,” I moaned.
Then Eric stepped between my legs and shoved his cock into my already over fucked pussy.
“Oh God, again,” I moaned.
Eric got right to work fucking me. My body rocked with the motion, my tits rolling in circles as we fucked. Tom stepped up to me.
“Clean me off, baby,” Tom told me.
I grabbed his cock and licked and sucked our combined juices off his cock, sucking his balls in the process. After a minute, he patted my head, smiled at me, and began to dress.
Eric and I were fucking two forty, and he looked like he was ready to blow his load. My pussy began to hurt, and I hoped he’s finish soon. I didn’t have to wait long.
“Oh, Oh yeah, that’s good pussy,” Eric exclaimed as he shot his load deep inside me.
“Um, Um,” I moaned as I had a mini orgasm, my body tingling.
Eric pulled out and dressed.” You can get dressed, Becca, and we’re finished. I grabbed my panties and pulled them on even though I had cum running out of me. I put on my dress and waited to see what would happen next. I was still sweaty from fucking. The men took all the stuff I stole and put it back in my bag. I looked at them, confused.
“OK, Becca, you’re done. We will take you back to the Otherside Shop, and you can wait till we process your friend Erin.
We walked back to the bench and saw Erin sitting there looking pissed off.
“What the fuck, how long do you expect me to sit here, assholes,” Erin seethed.
I looked at Erin, and she looked at me strangely.
“Have you been fucking?” She whispered.
I didn’t answer her. I dropped my head to the ground as Tom and Eric led Erin away. I sat down on the bench, my panties a squishy cum filled mess. I thought about running to the bathroom to clean up but was afraid of what would happen if they returned and found me gone.
I figured Erin would resist their efforts to get her to admit she was shoplifting and would be hostile toward Tom and Eric. I would be correct and relate to what Erin said about her investigation.
At first, Erin refused to fill out a statement admitting to her crime, stating that nobody was arrested for shoplifting and that it wasn’t considered a crime. Tom explained to Erin that shoplifting was considered a crime where we lived and vigorously prosecuted in the courts, and she was headed there if she didn’t cooperate.
Once Erin’s theory about shoplifting not being a crime was discounted, Erin became worried. Erin’s mom let her do whatever she wanted, but her dad was very strict and would kill her if she was arrested. Finally, Erin gave in and filled out her statement for Tom and Eric, which they read and approved.
Erin, like I, balked at being searched initially, but after being alerted she would be taken to jail and striped, she agreed to the search.
First, her top was removed, revealing her large, firm breasts and puffy nipples, which the boys at school teased her about relentlessly. Then, her shorts were taken off, and like me, voiced alarm as her panties were removed, revealing her fat juicy pussy the boys at school loved so much. After her search, she wanted to know what would happen to her. Tom told her she would be sent to jail for felony shoplifting. Erin finally realized her predicament and tried to find an alternative to being arrested. Erin begged the men to let her go, to no avail.
Finally, she said, “You let Becca off, I want the same deal,”
Tom asked her how she knew that I got a deal.
“Well, she’s not in jail now. She’s sitting out in the mall with her bag of stuff,” Erin told them.
Eric informed Erin that I had fully cooperated with them and showed great remorse for breaking the law.
“I’ll cooperate. I’ll do what Becca did for you, I promise,” Erin cried, realizing she was headed for jail,
” How do you know Becca did anything?” Tom asked Erin.
“She fucked for you guys, I know it, I’ll do it too, just don’t bust me,” Erin sobbed.
Erin was placed on the desk, and Tom and Eric striped and went to work on Erin, filling her mouth and pussy with their cocks. Tom’s cock had an easier time fitting into Erin’s honey hole, her body rocking back and forth with the motion. Eric sucked on Erin’s large puffy nipples as Erin moaned in pleasure at the attention.
Then, things changed for the worse for poor Erin. Neither Tom nor Eric locked the door before they started fucking Erin. Suddenly, the door opened, and two men walked in. Tom and Eric stopped and greeted the two men, their replacements, as their shift ended. The men walked up to the desk and scoped out Erin’s naked body on the desk.
“Got room for two more?” One of the men asked Tom.
“Sure, Bill, this one has been a pain in the ass. You and Ted might as well give it a reason to make hers hurt,” Eric said, laughing.
“No, no, I won’t let them fuck me in the ass,” Erin said excitedly.
“Have you been fucked in the ass before, young lady?” Ted asked her.
“Well, yeah, but you’re not doing it,” Erin replied.
Tom pulled his cock out of Erin and helped her off the desk. Tom laid on the desk and had Erin straddle him cowgirl style. And when Tom pulled her body onto his and Eric put his cock in Erin’s mouth, her butthole hung over the back of the desk.
Ted got some lube from the first aid kit and squirted it into Erin’s butt as she tried to wiggle off of Tom. Tom’s grip on her was too strong.
“Nuh-uh, nuh-uh, She moaned in protest with Eric’s cock buried in her throat.
Ted plunged his stiff cock into Erin’s tight anus as she continued to squeal in protest. The three men began to fuck her as her body rocked. She moaned in protest, and tears rolled down her face. Tom’s cock was painfully pounding her cervix, demanding entrance. And her tight bunghole was being stretched unmercifully by Ted’s super fat cock.
Eric was over the edge with Erin humming on his cock as she tried to express her displeasure with the events taking place. And he came in Erin’s throat, gagging the poor girl. Eric withdrew his spent cock, and Bill was ready for his shot at Erin’s soft, warm mouth.
“No, no more, no more,” Erin cried. As her mouth was filled with cock again.
Tom was ready to blow a gasket as his cock head finally entered Erin’s baby chamber.
“Oh, fuck yeah, oh fuck,” Tom cried out.
Erin’s eyes grew wide as Tom pumped his fertile sperm into Eirn’s unprotected cunt.
“UM, UM!” Erin protested unsuccessfully.
Tom is finished with Erin, and the action stopped so that Bill could replace Tom under Erin.
“No, no, no more, you’ve had enough,” Erin cried, finally able to talk.
The men ignored her, and her gangbang continued, with Ted emptying his balls into Erin’s bowels.
“Oh fuck is her ass tight,” Ted moaned as he came.
Ted pulled his cock out of Erin’s ass and deposited it in her mouth as Erin gagged on the smell and taste of her ass. Tom, still looking for more, positioned himself behind Erin and rammed his footlong cock up her shitter as Erin howled in pain.
At that point, Erin collapsed on Bill’s body and only whimpered softly as the men rotated around her fuck holes, filling her with cum for the next hour. Finally, Tom and Eric dressed her and helped her return to where they had left me.
“Oh my God, Erin, what happened?” I said, looking at her.
Erin was a mess, sweaty, cum in her hair and on her neck. She was completely out of it. She was shaky and incoherent.
“What did you do to her?” I screamed.
“Well, basically the same thing you asked for, only supersized,” Tom said as he and Eric laughed.
Tom handed me Erin’s bag of stolen items and walked us to the mall door.
“I would suggest you two don’t return to this mall any time soon,” Eric told us.
“I was taught to respect the police. I can’t believe how you treated us,” I yelled at Tom and Eric.
“Oh, we’re not police. We’re maintenance men,” Tom
said with a big smile.
“You fuckers,” I yelled as Erin and I began to cry as we left.