The thrill of shoplifting had always been Bianca's little secret. A way to spice up her mundane suburban life. Today, though, the rush turned to sheer panic as a stern-faced security guard, a man with hungry eyes and a tightly buttoned uniform, stopped her just past the checkout.
"Ma'am, I'm going to need you to come with me," he said, his voice low and gravelly. Bianca's heart hammered against her ribs. She knew she was caught red-handed. Back in the cramped security office, the air hung thick with tension. The guard, whose name tag read 'Mark,' didn't bother with formalities. He wanted his pound of flesh, or rather, a whole lot more.
"Those big boobs are going to get you into trouble," Mark said, his eyes glued to her chest. Bianca, flustered, tried to cover herself but he was already reaching out. The air grew electric as Mark began a slow strip search, his hands lingering on every curve. He ran his fingers underneath her bra and around her big tits, the metal detector conveniently "buzzing" until he’d had his fill. She knew what he wanted; the office backroom door was slowly closing.
"I think we can come to an… understanding, Mrs. Burke," he purred, undoing his belt. The fear in her eyes mingled with a strange, forbidden excitement. He pulled her close, his hard cock pressing against her, while kissing her roughly. A few desperate moments later, Bianca found herself bent over his desk, her shaved pussy exposed. Mark, with a satisfied grin, thrust into her, going raw with no condom.
Doggystyle was the only position that mattered. As Mark slammed into her, Bianca's glasses slid down her nose as she gripped the edge of the desk. The backroom turned into a steamy playground for their taboo desires. She thought about her husband and knew there was no going back.
It was all about punishment and satisfaction. The ultimate consequence of a harmless theft had turned into something that would follow both of them for a lifetime. Later, they both knew they could never forget this day.
