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Mo and the Thief continues. All the usual stuff applies.
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Mo' and the Thief (part 3) (Mf. Voy, Mast, Teen 1st)
By Katzmarek
Shari was only dimly aware what Mo' was saying. She had almost
completely shut down. Her head bowed with her hands covering her
face. All she could register was the tone in Mo's voice, getting
steadily more menacing. She thought she heard the words,
'....shit on me......', and , " ....how could you.........why?'
The words were going around in a whirl. She felt her life seeping
away from her. The implications of discovery had been going
around in her mind for a month or more and instinctively she knew
what the consequences were going to be.
She would lose her job. Her family would find out and be deeply
ashamed. She would probably be sent away somewhere to a distant
aunt or something. She could not go to College. She would lose
all her friends.
Mo' was aware of her semi-catatonic state and knelt in front of
her, pulling her hands away from her face.
He gripped her by the shoulders and shook her till her eyes
opened.
"Shari", he said firmly, "What the fuck did you do
with......$780", deliberately emphasizing the words.
"In ONE month, Shari, you are pissing my shop down the drain".
The figure $780 shocked Shari from her torpor. 'how could it have
been so much' she thought.
With great effort she managed to say, "Oh......clothes......make
up....",
"WHAT!!", Mo' shouted, "YOU RIPPED ME OFF FOR FUCKINGTRINKETS?"
Shari felt herself receding again. "Fuck I don't
believe it", Mo' spat, standing up.
Collecting himself, he said, "So how are you going to pay it
back?.....you fucking can't can you?.....You've blown it all and
your dad can't afford that much from his piddling business".
Turning to look at her he said," Well you can take those fucking
clothes off for a start...they're mine...apparently".
Shari covered herself in reflex.
"Please...", she said in a little girls voice, "I'm
sorry........". Suddenly tears welled up, her hands flying to her
face as she began to sob.
Mo' stood looking at her, arms akimbo.
"Shari!...fucking grow up....What are you going to do?",
Even with tears streaming down her face Mo' found her very
appealing. She had a demur beauty, dark eyes and trim figure. He
half wanted her to take off her clothes he mused. He couldn't
decide whether he wanted to slap her around or fuck her. An
instant hardening in his dick suggested the latter.
Shari looked tentatively up searching for something to say. Her
eyes came to the level of the front of Mo's trousers. She could
see a slight movement. 'He's getting an erection', she thought
absently to herself.
Her mind wandered. She wondered what Mo's dick would be like. '
Would it be the same as her brothers?, or were they all
different', she thought. It suddenly dawned on her that Mo' was
getting aroused. 'He fancies me', she thought.
"Well?", Mo' asked roughly.
"What?", She replied, losing the thread.
"What the fuck are you going to do about it?"
"About?....Oh......um....pay it back ......I suppose".
"Oh for fuck's sake......", Mo' said in exasperation, "Jerk my
cock Shari".
"What"? Shari was shocked.
"Jerk...my....fucking.....cock.......Shari you are in lala
land".
"Jerk your....thing?" Shari said puzzled.
"Cock Shari.. it's a cock.. right between a man's legs...bet your
never seen one".
"I have", Shari shot back without thinking.
Suddenly Mo' grabbed her hand and held it to the front of his
trousers.
"Well feel this", he said harshly.
Shari could fell the warm, hard flesh under the fabric of Mo's
trousers. It sent an instant thrill through her which traveled
through her body to her moistening pussy. She instinctively
squirmed as Mo' took his hand away. Snatching her hand back,
Shari felt like it had been burned. She remembered the night she
spied her brother receiving a handjob from his girlfriend and the
memory began to trigger a confusion of feelings within her.
"Well your fired, of course", she heard Mo' say.
"No please no", she said desperately. "I'll be ruined". Then in a
small voice, "I'll do it".
The germ of an idea had presented itself to Shari. She wondered
if it might be a way out of her crisis.
"Eh?".. Mo' asked, not sure he had heard correctly.
"I'll do it", Shari said more loudly, suddenly deciding she had
nothing to lose.
"Do what?" Mo' was puzzled.
"Jerk your....". She couldn't say the word, feeling out of her
depth.
"Cock?", Mo' said helpfully.
"Yes...that.....I do it ......if you let me
stay.......please?.......I'll be ruined if you fire
me......please?"
"Well!!", Mo' was lost for words. He did fancy her, something
chronic, but he was torn between his lust and what he felt was
his responsibility. 'Could he let this girl whore herself to keep
her job?' He asked himself. This girl he had known all her life,
almost like family?. He looked at her nonplussed. He stared into
her pleading eyes. The eyes he could lose himself in, so deep and
alluring. 'Does she know just what effect she has on a man', he
wondered.
Finally he said,
"Shit! ..... That's a very expensive wank Shari..... I don't want
you to.......turn your self into....I mean", He said thickly,
fishing for the right words. "You're a very attractive
girl....and..... you don't deserve...".
He couldn't think what to say. Yes! He fancied her....but
this!......he was floundering.
"I wouldn't mind", Shari heard herself say, "I mean.....we
wouldn't be........doing it ......not for real I mean".
"Do you have a boyfriend?", Mo' asked
"No", she replied.
"Then how do you know......all this stuff".
"I've seen my brother and his girlfriend..... it...it didn't look
too hard".
"No?" Mo' smiled at the unintended pun.
Catching the joke, Shari flashed a shy smile.
"I mean...", she started to say.
Mo' had made up his mind. That little smile had conquered him. He
sat down next to her on the little couch. Taking her hand he
said,
"You mustn't say a word of this to anybody...understand?"
"No.... I won't", she said breathlessly.
Slowly he brought her hand to his trousered stiff cock.
"After work....each day...until I say stop......OK?" He said.
"Kay", she replied, watching her hand as Mo' guided it over his
tool.
"No sex though.... I wouldn't want to ....spoil"? he heard
himself say.
"Kay".
Mo' felt the warmth of her small hand on his cock.
"Here. .Like this", he showed her how he liked to be squeezed.
"Yes... good.. now open up my trousers".
With the help of her other hand Shari undid his belt and together
they shucked them down to his knees. His underpants soon followed
and Shari got the first close-up look at a very erect cock.
It was every bit as big and hard as her brother's she decided. As
Mo' guided her hand onto it the Shari was aware the air had
become charged around them. She felt it zing and spark around her
sending shivers through her young body. She smelled his
aftershave and the musky scent emanating from his big, beautiful
tool. The whole effect made her light headed....and very, very
excited. She felt she'd broken the chains, stepped over the
boundary, finally broken free of the confines of her protected
life.
And she was horny, very horny. The tickle in her pussy and become
the fire of desire and, with her free hand, pressed herself
between her legs.
Mo' knew he couldn't last long. She was so damn pretty and the
feeling so erotic, as she carefully stroked him with his
guidance.
"Oh.. faster now... baby....nearly there.... Yes!...keep going".
He closed his eyes as the euphoric sensation began to climb
towards completion. "Oh...god.....ahhhh.. shit...ooosh....oh
baby...".
Shari watched in fascination as the thick globs of spunk pulsed
out of his thick cock. It went everywhere, on the floor, some on
her leg, and ran down her hand. "Stop...stop...you'll kill me",
Mo said stopping her still-shaking hand as she milked him to the
last drop. "Oh god Shari.... ", Mo' panted, "That was...you
were... fantastic!". He lay back exhausted his eyes closed.
Surrepticiously her other hand pressed rhythmically against her
crotch but she couldn't quite get there. It was all too new for
her to masturbate in front of a man yet so, she thought , it
would have to wait.
She weakly got to her feet. "Wait by the car, I'll just clean
up". Mo' said as she left.
Just a few miles away, Shaki drove her steel-blue Nissan into a
gas station.
"Hey, Ishmail", she called from the window.
"Hey Shaks," The attendant replied, "What'll be today?"
"Fill her," She smiled.
"You bet". He said grinning, "Screen?"
"Polish her good Ishy", replied Shaki
"Kay Shaks, Your looking good today," The attendant replied
peering through the windscreen to her chest.
"Too much for you babe", she replied laughing.
"Okay...that'll be 27 bucks".
"Kay", Shaki replied fishing into her bag to produce a thick wad
of notes.
"Your loaded today babe?" the attendant said.
"Yeah," She said... "Savings", and gave him a wink.
Part 4 follows
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