I am a security guard in a woman’s beachwear store. We sell towels, and cover-ups. But mostly we sell swimsuits. Lots of swimsuits. I read once that the most expensive thing you can buy, per pound, in a supermarket is saffron. The sexiest little bikinis are the equivalent in my store. Tiny pieces of material at enormous prices.
Mostly the job is pretty boring but it does have some perks sometimes when I catch someone shoplifting. Firstly I love the feeling of power. No matter how strong-willed the person is I’m in a dominant position and they have to be submissive. If it is a serious professional shoplifter then I just write them up and call the police. But the amateurs I can have some fun with. I think of it as doing them a favor, they don’t get their lives ruined but they learn a lesson. And, of course, it goes without saying that it is a special treat for me. And, surprisingly, sometimes even for them.
I can somehow just tell which people are up to no good and make sure to keep an extra eye on them. I have my own little room off to one side of the store near the front door. There are TV monitors that watch into every corner of the store. Well, not every corner. We don’t have a TV monitor covering the changing rooms where people try on their clothes. Now that would really improve my job satisfaction, spending all day watching good-looking women stripping to try on swimsuits.
But of course this means that the changing rooms are where all the theft takes place. People take three things to try on and one ends up in their bag with the electronic anti-theft tag ripped off. We can tell how bad it is by how many tags we find discarded in the changing rooms. Early summer is the worst when everyone wants a new swimsuit for the season.
But for me, early summer is the best. We stock a huge range really expensive skimpy bathing suits and teenagers lust after them. But often they don’t have enough money to buy them at our outrageous prices. So they try and shoplift them.
But I don’t like to leave things completely to chance, I like to bait my trap. I make sure that a few swimsuits don’t have their security tags on, so that they are especially tempting. I always use yellow ones. The saffron of our store. I picked yellow because it is a bright color and so it is hard to miss someone carrying one. Whenever I see someone with a yellow suit I know to pay extra attention.
For instance, yesterday I was watching on the TV monitor and saw a cute blonde walking towards the changing rooms with a couple of swimsuits, one of them yellow. She was probably about eighteen or nineteen, perky breasts and a shapely figure. Stereotypical southern Californian surfer chick dressed in shorts and a spaghetti-strap top that left her midriff bare. Maybe today would be interesting after all.
The blonde goes into the changing room and a short time later she re-emerges. I can see her looking around a bit guiltily, clearly not a professional. And best of all, from my point of view, is that she no longer has the yellow swimsuit. I’m sure it’s in her bag.
She hangs the other swimsuit on the rack and walks quickly to the entrance to the shop. I have to wait until they are outside before I can stop them. Otherwise, despite the obvious untruth, they can claim that they were intending to pay for the merchandise.
I step in front of her. I look pretty much like a cop in my security guard uniform. She’s middle class, probably never been in any trouble before, so is meek as a lamb as I lead her back into the store and into my little security guard room. This is going to be fun.
“Do you mind if I look in your bag?” I ask.
Of course she minds, but she also knows she has no choice. She hands me the bag with a look of defeat on her face. I open the top and there is the yellow bikini. I take her wallet out of her bag and take out her driving license. She’s called Jessica Randall apparently.
“So Jessica, I’m afraid I’m going to have to call your parents and the police,” I tell her. I get out an impressive looking blank form, pick up a pen and copy her driving license number onto it. She can see her life falling apart.
“Isn’t…” she starts. I know she is going to ask if there isn’t some alternative but she doesn’t know how to express herself. I remain silent and let her get a bit more despondent. I inspect the tops of her breasts above her top, imagining the little pink nipples that I’ll soon be getting a look at.
“Do you know what they used to do to punish shoplifters?” I ask.
She says nothing. She hasn’t a clue because I’m just making it all up.
“They used to cane them.” I pause for effect. “On their bare bottoms.”
She doesn’t really know where this is going yet.
“So I suppose we could be all modern and call the police and I’d have to do lots of boring paperwork. Or we could be old-fashioned and I’ll punish you myself. And since I’ll avoid all that paperwork there will be no record that you were ever caught.”
I leave her for a moment. She doesn’t like either alternative but I already know what conclusion she will come to. My cock is already rock-hard in anticipation of the young girl’s decision.
“I guess I’d better take my punishment from you.”
“Take off your clothes,” I order her.
I sit down at my desk and watch as she slowly undresses. She pulls her top off over her head. Her perky breasts are just as good as I imagined, very firm with puffy pink nipples. She undoes the button and the zip on her shorts. Her breasts jiggle attractively as she works her tight shorts down over her ass. Now she is just wearing a light blue thong. She looks at me pleadingly, begging me with her eyes to cane her on her bare cheeks without making her take the last humiliating step of removing her last wisp of privacy. I just sit there, looking at the small pouch where blue fabric encases her mound, imagining what lies hidden within. I’m sure she’ll be shaved and I can’t wait for the first sight of her teenage slit. Finally she gives in, pushes the waistband of her thong over her hips and lets it fall to her ankles. Now she is completely naked.
As I guessed, she is hairless. Probably professionally waxed rather than shaved. If she can afford a Brazilian she should be able to afford a swimsuit. Maybe she just tried to steal it for the thrill. Well, she’ll get more o a thrill than she bargained for. The long deep groove of her sex is like a little girl’s when seen from the front. Of course I intend to see it from some other more interesting angles too. She has a diamond piercing in her belly-button and a tattoo of a dolphin just above her slit, where her pubes would be if she still had any.
I get up out of my chair and roll it around to her side of the desk.
“Rest your head on the seat of the chair and hold onto the arms,” I order.
She slowly bends over. I can see she is feeling very vulnerable with her ass stuck up in the air. She must know that her pussy is exposed between her thighs. With no pubic hair to obscure the view, nothing is hidden. I can see the hint of her little pink inner lips just peeking between her fleshy outer lips. I take two long silk scarves and tie her wrists to the chair arms. Now she is bent over, immobilized and defenseless.
I reach down the side of a filing cabinet to where a cane is hidden. I swoosh it through the air, partially to get the feel of it but mostly to make an impressive scary noise.
“Any stroke where you cry out doesn’t count,” I tell her. My room is pretty well insulated but it’s not completely soundproof.
I touch it against her buttocks as if taking aim. I see her shiver slightly in anticipation. She knows it is going to hurt but just doesn’t know how much. I raise the cane and bring it down hard. Whoosh. Thwack.
It takes a moment after the impact for the pain to hit her. Almost instinctively she tries to move her hands back to protect her ass, but the scarves mean that instead her body just jerks violently. Already I can see a red stripe across the pale white of her ass cheeks. I raise the cane and bring it down on the soft cheeks again. Another grunt of pain. She starts to cry, sobbing quietly. I don’t know if it is the pain or the humiliation, probably a mixture of both. I give her a total of six strokes. Her ass is criss-crossed with red wheals. I’ll give her credit, she didn’t once cry out. I reach out and run my finger over one cheek. I can feel the raised red ridges where the cane has punished her. She is whimpering, tears flowing freely.
“Move your legs apart.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to see your pussy.” No point in pretending.
She moves her feet apart, defeated. I reach out and run my finger along the slit of her pussy from her clit to her asshole. She’s actually a little wet. Not that she was enjoying being caned but it has clearly turned her on somewhat. I can still hear her crying as I squat behind her. I gently open her sex with the tips of my fingers, lean forward and push my tongue into her. She knows better than to object and remains bent over the chair holding the arms as I swirl my tongue in the entrance to her cunt and savor the sweet flavor of the teenager.
I move my tongue down lower and circle her clit. I can feel her determination, feel her struggling to stop herself getting excited. But I like a challenge and as I attack her clit more aggressively she is soon rocking her hips back against my mouth with arousal. She bends her knees to spread her thighs wider as if trying to suck my tongue into the depths of her cunt. I reach around underneath her so that I can spread her lips, expose her clit directly to my tongue. I can sense that she is close to coming, Her pussy is sopping wet with arousal. I circle a finger in the entrance to her cunt as my tongue works her passion up towards an impending orgasm. When I sense she is close enough I start to finger-fuck her cunt hard and fast at the same time as I make a final merciless assault on her unprotected clit. She explodes in climax and I can feel the contractions in her cunt where it spasms on my finger. I lick her in long gentle strokes with the flat of my tongue against her pussy as her orgasms crescendos and then gradually diminishes to nothing.
I stand up straight, unbuckle myself and get out my cock.
When she feels the head of my cock nudging against her pussy she tries to stand up but the scarves restrain her. I grab her hips and before she realizes what is happening I pull her back hard. I watch my cockhead disappear into her body, watch her pink cuntlips distend around my shaft. She’s slippery and wet from her orgasm but really tight on my cock. Her pussy feels soft and velvety as I gradually work the rest of my cock into the young girl.
I kick her feet further apart so that I can fuck her deeper. It’s a fabulous view. The teenager bent over the desk chair with her legs apart, my cock sliding in and out of her young cunt all slick with the wetness of her climax. I inspect the tight little asterisk of her asshole, guessing nobody has ever penetrated her there. I start to fuck her hard and fast. She’s so tight on my cock that I’m not going to last long. From her breathing I can tell that she is starting to enjoy being fucked despite the unpromising situation. I slow down, savoring the feeling as inexorably my orgasm builds up inside. I’m careful not to come yet, I’ve got one more demand of her. I pull out and untie the two scarves holding her to the chair.
“Kneel down on the floor in front of me.”
She does as she is told, not certain yet of what is going to be asked of her. I push my cock head against her mouth. She knows not to argue and meekly she opens her mouth and takes my cock.
“You have to make me come,” I say quietly. I’m pretty close so it won’t be hard.
She gently starts to lick my cock head. If I had to guess I’d say she’s done it a few times before but that she’s not very experienced. But somehow her lack of technique just makes it all the more exciting as her tongue swirls around my knob. She starts to move her lips up and down my cock, fucking me with her mouth. To my surprise she seems to be getting aroused again, obviously being totally submissive to my desire is a turn-on.
I grab hold of her blonde hair and pull her onto my cock, pushing into the back of her throat. It only takes a few thrusts and I can feel myself starting to orgasm. I hold her on my cock by her hair as my cock jerks and I start to pump cum into her mouth. I pull out of her and my cock jerks again, a white rope of cum slashes across her face and drips onto her breasts. I slip my cock back into her mouth and enjoy the feeling of the teenager’s unpracticed tongue as she coaxes the last drops from me. Finally I pull out of her and step back. She kneels there, completely naked, my cum on her face and breasts, not sure if her ordeal is over yet.
“You can put your clothes on now,” I tell her. She heaves a sigh of relief. I watch her as her tight teenage body vanishes back into her clothes.
“OK Jessica,” I say, “your punishment is over. Don’t try and ever steal anything from here again.”
I pick up the form on which I wrote down her driving license number, tear it up and throw the pieces in the trash. I hand her back her driving license.
“Thank you,” she says, relieved that her parents will never find out, relieved that a few minutes fucking me was clearly preferable and less humiliating than sitting in the police station for hours. After all, I even let her have an orgasm.
I watch her on the TV monitor as she walks across the shop and out of the front door. I pick up the yellow swimsuit where it lies on the floor and go and put it back on the rack. Without a security tag. Bait for someone else to liven up the routine of my day.
After the appetizer of the little California teenager I’m ready for a main course. It’s not often my bait gets taken twice in a day, but later that afternoon my hopes get up. I see a woman with one of the yellow swimsuits. She’s Asian, Filipina or Vietnamese if I had to guess, so it’s hard to really tell her age. Probably in her mid-thirties but she looks more like she’s in her twenties. She takes several swimsuits into the changing rooms. She’s a long time in there, and I wonder if I missed her coming out. But no, finally she emerges. It looks like it was worth waiting for since she has a hand full of swimsuits and none of them are yellow. She has an expensive leather bag over her shoulder. I bet it’s in there. If she can afford an overpriced bag like that she can afford one of our overpriced swimsuits and for a moment I wonder if she just left the swimsuit in the dressing room. But she’s nervous, looking around unnaturally and I know I’m not mistaken.
I stop her just outside the store and ask her to come back inside. I’m surprised how short she is now that I’m standing beside her. She meekly follows so I know I’m right. Innocent people protest strongly at this point but she’s got an air of defeat as she enters my room and I lock the door.
“I need to look in your bag,” I say. She doesn’t move but I just lift up the flap of the bag and there is the tell-tale yellow material of the swimsuit. I take it out. She looks down at her feet. I pull out her ID and put it on my desk. She’s called Kieu Nguyen, so obviously Vietnamese.
“I’m going to have to call the police…” I start to say. But then I notice she has a wedding ring on. “And your husband,” I add. I think an Asian woman could handle the police, but not her husband.
“No,” she says quickly. So I already know she’s going to give in. My cock is starting to awaken as I mentally undress her. She’s got small breasts and I bet she’s got those cute espresso coffee colored nipples that many Asians have. And that straight black silky pubic hair.
“Don’t tell my husband,” she says, looking at me pleadingly.
With the young ones I like to play the caning game, tie them up and warm them up with a bit of pain before I take them from behind. But with married women it is more fun to make them knowingly give themselves to me. And then, despite everything, make them cum, the evidence of their unwanted enjoyment an additional humiliation.
“I think we can come to some sort of arrangement,” I say cryptically. I can see she’s wondering if I want a bribe. I reach out and slowly start to unbutton her shirt. She makes no attempt to stop me, knowing she’ll have to take her punishment. I push it off her shoulders and it falls behind her to the floor. She’s wearing one of those bras that fastens in the front, so I undo it and open it up, exposing her breasts. She has tiny breasts but with huge milk-chocolate colored nipples. I bend down and take one into my mouth, gently holding it between my teeth and tickling it with the tip of my tongue. I can feel it harden and lengthen. I give her other nipple the same treatment. She’s standing there topless with her little cone-shaped breasts crowned with long hard nipples.
“And everything else,” I say to her. I sit back and watch as she undoes the zip at the side of her pants and steps out of them. She’s wearing just a pair of white boy-shorts, which looks even whiter against her light brown skin. I can see the alluring little triangle where the panties stretch tightly over her sex. She takes a deep breath as if summoning up courage and pushes the boy-shorts off her hips. She stands there, her arms by her side in defeat, completely naked. She has a boyish figure, not really curvy. She has a little patch of sparse pubic hair that hide very little. I can see the little tongue of her inner lips where they nestle almost hidden in her slit.
“Sit in the chair,” I tell her, pointing to the desk chair. She sits down, her thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to preserve her privacy.
“Spread your legs,” I order. I want to see her pussy and I want her to feel the shame of showing it to me. She pauses for a moment before realizing she has no option. Slowly she spread her legs wide. She’s got quite big brown inner lips, and as she opens her legs wide her pussy opens out like a leaf in fall.
“Masturbate for me.” I like watching women masturbate, the way they gently finger their clits, the way they slip a fingertip into their pussies to get some moisture whenever their clit gets dry. She reaches down with one hand and with a couple of fingers she spreads her outer lips, opening up her sex even more, exposing her clit. I see the gash of pink behind her brown lips. She licks a finger of her other hand and then gently starts to roll it on her clit.
I undo the pants of my uniform and step out of them. My cock leaps free, rock hard at the show that the woman is putting on for me. I move beside her so my cock is near her mouth. I don’t even have to tell her. She leans over and takes my cock into her mouth and expertly starts to lick me. Unlike the teenager earlier, she knows exactly what she is doing. She moves one hand to my shaft and strokes me in time with her tongue caressing my cockhead. It feels so good that I’m tempted to cum in her mouth, but I really want to fuck her too. So I let her get me good and wet with her saliva and then I move in front of her again.
“Pull up your knees,” I order her.
She pulls her knees up so that her body is spread open for me at the front of the desk chair. She makes no attempt to refuse. Instead she reaches out, grasps my cock and guides me so that my cock nestles in her entrance. I look her in the face as slowly I push a little, feeling the resistance of her body. I push a little harder and her body yields, my cockhead vanishes out of sight. She’s surprisingly wet, more turned on by the situation than I would have expected. She looks away ashamed at her evident arousal. I pull back a little and then thrust my hips forward, working my cock a little deeper into the petite woman’s tight cunt. A little moan escapes her. I reach down and rub her nipples with my thumbs as I gradually get deeper into her. Her nipples are still hard, like brown acorns. I can feel her body really starting to relax now, feel her wetness start to flow. I start to thrust more vigorously, almost pulling my cock completely out of her before jerking my hips forward and burying it inside her. She moans with each thrust now, clearly getting very aroused.
Suddenly her eyes fly open as if she’s just thought of something. “Please don’t come in my vagina,” she says. I didn’t plan on it anyway but I say nothing, just continue to enjoy the feel of my cock sliding back and forth inside her tight little Vietnamese cunt. But it gives me an idea.
I pull out. “Bend over the desk,” I tell her. She gets out of the chair, leans over the desk and spread her legs wide, offering herself to me. She’s clearly decided that the best way to cope with her punishment is simply to enjoy it. My pink cockhead probes between her lips seeking the opening of her cunt. I push forward, entering her completely in a single thrust, eliciting a long moan. I start to fuck her slowly now. I lick an index finger and gently press on the tight starburst of her asshole, moving it in small circles. Gradually her asshole relaxes and the tip of my finger can just enter the tight ring. I lick the index finger of my other hand and press it alongside the first, easing her ass open until both fingers can slip inside her. Gradually I push my fingers further apart, slowly opening her without causing pain. I’m pretty sure I’m the first person to finger her ass.
I pull my cock out of her. I pull my fingers out. With both hands I spread her ass cheeks wide, opening up her relaxed asshole. I feel her tense up. She knows what is coming even though she’s never done it before. I position the point of my cock in her hole and push. She’s tight, very tight. She grunts rhythmically as I work my cock back and forth, gradually distending her asshole more and more until the widest part of my cock enters her. After just a few more thrusts my belly is pressed against her ass-cheeks. Well, she did ask me not to come in her vagina.
I’m getting pretty close to coming now. She’s breathing really heavily and I suspect she’s working up to an orgasm too. I hope she comes first. I love the feel of being in a woman’s ass as she cums, the feel of her asshole as it clenches my cock. I reach underneath her and finger her clit, helping her the last little distance up to her climax. She moans loudly as her orgasm hits. Her asshole milks me hard and then I’m coming too, emptying myself deep into her rectum as her asshole works its magic, squeezing pleasure and cum from me like toothpaste from a tube.
I pull out and sit down. That was quite a fuck. Slowly she gets dressed, saying nothing. I hand her her driving license.
“Thank you for…” Her voice trails off. “For giving me a chance and not…you know…telling my husband.”
“He is a lucky man getting to fuck you whenever he wants. And you are a lucky woman now that he doesn’t have to know about your little error of judgment.”
I follow the woman out of my office. She leaves the store and I replace the yellow swimsuit on the rack, like a piece of yellow cheese baiting a moustrap.