Bikini Model Thief Has to Fuck the Mall Loss Prevention Officer for Freedom – Shopliftersex

Title: “Bikini Model Thief’s Forced Liaison”

Camille, a stunning bikini model, found herself in a precarious situation. After an impromptu shopping spree at the mall, where she had covertly pocketed a few pricey trinkets, her luck ran out. The mall’s eagle-eyed loss prevention officer, Jack, had been watching her every move. As she sauntered towards the exit, a firm hand clamped down on her shoulder. Turned out, her skimpy bikini-clad body and flashing eyes hadn’t distracted Jack as much as she’d hoped.

“Hello there, sweetheart. I think you and I need to have a little chat,” Jack said, his voice low and authoritative. Camille’s heart raced, but she kept her composure, forcing a seductive smile as she turned to face him. Her tight crop top strained against her ample breasts, and her Daisy Dukes left little to the imagination.

“Is there a problem, officer?” she purred, batting her long lashes. “Perhaps I can convince you to cut me a break?” She ran a finger along his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt.

Jack’s eyes raked over her barely-clad body, lingering on her toned legs and the gentle curves of her hips. But his expression remained stern. “Let’s take this somewhere more private,” he said, ushering her towards the mall’s security office.

In the small, dimly lit room, Camille’s nerves frayed. She glanced around, noting the one-way mirror along the wall and the thick metal door. Jack reached for his handcuffs, and her pulse quickened.

“Now, let’s see what you’ve got hidden away,” he said, his eyes burning into hers. Slowly, he slid his hands over her body, searching. They paused at her breasts, thumbing over her hardened nipples through the thin fabric. Camille sucked in a breath, feeling a traitorous heat pooling between her thighs. Jack’s touch was rough, dominating, and against her will, she was turned on.

“I could call the cops, have you arrested,” Jack murmured in her ear, nipping at her lobe. “But I think a hot little thing like you deserves worse than that.”

Camille trembled, her body betraying her as Jack’s hands continued their slow, sensual search. He palmed her ass, squeezed the firm globes until she gasped, then hooked a finger in her pants and underwear, dragging them down to reveal her smooth, wet folds.

“Looks like my touch is having an effect on you,” Jack taunted, rubbing his fingers through her slickness. “Shame, really. But since I caught you red-handed, I think you owe me.”

Camille watched, panting, as Jack undid his belt and freed his hard, thick cock. He stroked it slowly, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Her pussy ached, clenching in need.

“On your knees,” he commanded, and Camille eagerly obliging, sinking to the cold floor. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, licked the head experimentally before taking him deep into her mouth. Jack groaned, thrusting into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat.

As she sucked and licked, her own arousal built. Her free hand slid into her panties, fingers parting her wet folds. She rubbed her clit in tight circles, electrical pleasure coursing through her.

Jack reached down, tangling his fingers in her hair, pulling her off his cock. With his other hand, he grabbed her hips and spun her around. Bending her over the security desk, he ripped her clothes away, baring her gorgeous ass to his hungry gaze.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” Jack growled. “No muss, no fuss. You steal from me, you pay with your body.”

Before she could respond, he thrust into her, his thick cock stretching her. Camille cried out, grief and pleasure mixing in her mind. He started pumping, hard and relentless, his pelvis slapping against her ass.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, spanking her ass hard. Camille whimpered, the sting quickly fading into intense pleasure. Her pussy clenched, trying to pull him deeper.

He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it roughly, his cock driving into her harder, faster. Camille came with a scream, her entire body shaking, pussy spasming around his shaft.

With a curse, Jack came too, spilling deep inside her, his cock twitching and pulsing. He collapsed against her back, both of them panting, sweat-slicked skin touching.

For a moment, Camille thought he’d be done with her, but no – Jack pulled out, a ribbon of cum attaching them for a second. He turned her around, pushing her to her knees again.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” he said, stroking his semi-hard cock. Camille shivered, knowing she had no choice but to submit to his demands.

He fucked her face again, forcing his cock into her tight throat, his balls slapping her chin. Camille sucked hard, working her tongue along the shaft, desperate to please him. The obscene sounds of slurping filled the room.

When Jack came the second time, he painted her tits and face with his seed, marking her as his. Camille fingered herself as he erupted, reaching another mini-climax, the taste of him on her tongue driving her mad with lust.

After what seemed like hours of hard fucking, he finally released her. Camille crawled to the corner, curling up in a ball, cum dripping from her used holes. Jack tucked his hardening cock back into his pants, buckling his belt.

“Get your shit covered and find the fucking exit,” he said gruffly, opening the security door. Camille rose on shaky legs, wiping away the tears that had fallen without her knowing.

As she quickly pulled on her clothes, she had to admit – despite the intense circumstances, one thing was certain. She was never, ever going to shoplift at this mall again.