Caught in The Act : by (c) Hamilton Joyce MF nc

Of course I recognized her as soon as Anne Roberts frog-marched her in. That 
elfin face had smiled at me from a thousand magazine covers, though it 
certainly wasn't smiling now! I knew the flowing red chiffon dress she wore 
this summer afternoon hid the most beautiful legs and arse, and there was just 
a hint of her tits beneath its cascading drapes. From her films I knew they 
would be small and firm, just the way I liked them.

Anne was holding a video case. I didn't ask them to sit down.

'Shoplifter, Anne?'

'Yes, Fred. It's all on tape.' She, as usual, loaded the tape and switched 'play'.

The stupid girl! She seemed to have thought she was safe just because no-one 
could see her. And she may have been careful about the obvious store cctv 
cameras, but we have hidden ones, of course. Anyway the film showed very 
clearly her picking up an expensive handbag, looking shiftily around, and 
cutting off the security tag with a small pair of scissors. She then traveled 
round the store filling the bag with small, expensive items. Each time she cut 
off the tag and hid it among the merchandise.

The last frames showed Anne arresting her on the pavement outside the store. 
Case proven! As usual, I thought Anne looked very tasty in her uniform. Pity 
she was wholly lesbian.

'Good work, Anne. This could prove to be one of Emily Todd's most famous 
films!'

Emily Todd looked daggers at us both, but I dismissed Anne. I stood looking 
out of the window, my back to her. I knew my massive body would seem even 
larger and more intimidating silhouetted against the bright sun. I spoke with 
my back to her. 'This is very difficult for me, Miss Todd. I've seen all your 
films and I'm a great fan of yours. But this evidence is damning. And my 
Assistant knows about the case. It is all very difficult.'

I turned to face her. Her eyes sparkled defiantly. She was lovely . I walked 
round her so she was outlined against the sun. As I guessed the powerful light 
shone through her fine dress, and I could see the outline of those legs I, and a 
million other males, had lusted after. 'I'm afraid your real punishment won't 
be the silly little fine the court will impose. No, it will be the hounding by the 
Press. Can you imagine the tabloid papers next Sunday, and for weeks after? 
Or the crowds of reporters on your doorstep, hounding you wherever you go, 
hounding your family and friends too. You're a mega-star, Miss Todd, and this 
escapade will sell a lot of papers!'

The defiance had gone now. She was white, and shaking. I waited for her to 
speak, but clearly she was too shocked.

'Your only chance is to persuade me to risk my job and drop the case.'

She stuttered, forcing the words out. 'I'm rich. I can pay.'

'So am I as it happens, Miss Todd. So a bribe is no good. But you have other 
arguments that might convince me. Two especially!' I was standing over her, 
too close for her to be at all comfortable as I invaded her space. 'These two.' I 
reached and grasped a tit in each hand, squeezing. I was right. She didn't wear 
a bra. She pushed me in the chest but I did not let go.
'Get your fucking hands off me, you filthy pig.'

 I stepped back towards my desk. 'Ok, Miss Todd. Who should I phone first, 
the Police or the Press?'

'Oh no!' She was sobbing now. Good, I like it when they weep.

'Let's start again then.' This time when I handled her tits she just stood there 
crying. Her face was still beautiful with the tears running down her cheeks. 
Good thing she was not much into make-up, I thought. This was going to be 
exceptional. I like women with hard, trim bodies.

'Nice tits. Feel good! And I saw them in "My Sisters Keeper". You were good 
in that, Emily. I liked the bit where Francesca Demilio got you into bed the 
first time. Your hard little tits against her voluptuous bigguns. Your tongue in 
her mouth. Her hands on your cute little arse.'

'That wasn't me. I had a stand-in. I don't do sex scenes.'

'You're gonna do one now, sweetie. Let's have that dress of you.' I pulled it 
up to her waist. Her legs were as shapely and slender as I knew they must be, 
having seen them hazily through the chiffon. Her ankles were trim in red 
velvet stilettos, complementing her dress. She held her arms down so I 
couldn't lift it further. I couldn't see whether they were stockings or tights, but 
either way her calves and thighs filled them perfectly. 'Off with it! I want 
those tits.' She still did not move so I slapped her butt smartly. She swore.

'Bastard!'

'Too right!' I slapped her again. 'You want me to slap you around a bit? You 
one of those girls who likes a bit of rough? Suits me!' I slapped her again, the 
flat of my hand startlingly loud. The palm of my hand made the thin cloth slip 
over her butt as she flinched away from me. Under it, her nylon panties were 
shiny. Not as good as the bare flesh, but enough to get my cock very interested. 
Again I slapped her, and she lurched into me. She got the point, and pulled the 
dress up and over her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Her tits were of 
that pointy sort, nearly conical, with tiny, hard, brown nipples. She had a good 
suntan over a naturally olive skin, so her panties were a dazzling white in 
contrast. They fitted tight over her crotch, and I could make out the shape of 
her cunt lips through them. She was wearing glossy hold-ups, not tights.

'Better legs and arse than the stand-in, Emily. I just love these.' I groped one 
tit and nibbled the other.

She stood there as if paralysed, her hands by her sides, as I stroked, squeezed 
and tongued her breasts. They were firm enough to poke your eye out, and 
smooth and silky except the tiny nipples with their little goose-pimples. Still 
sucking I pulled her against me to fondle her arse. One hand in the small of her 
back and the other inside her panties reaching down towards her slit, I kissed 
her. No response! I slapped her again. 'In my mouth, like in the film! Or do 
you only go for women?' I slapped her again. Each time her body pressed 
against me.

'I told you. It wasn't me. It was some slut from L.A.' But this time she kissed 
me properly, her tongue in my mouth. 

I fingered her arsehole a moment, and then down into her cunt. The lips were 
tight closed, and she was as dry as an old purse. Never mind! 

The hairy tweed of his jacket irritated her soft skin, and she almost gagged at 
the smell of his cigarette smoke which had impregnated the cloth. He was 
biting into her neck, and one of his hands was down inside her panties, 
fingering her secret places. She stood as if paralysed, but felt the weight of his 
hands on her bare shoulders as he forced her to her knees. Her face was 
pressed against his flies, and the smell of maleness was mixed with that of 
urine, where he had been careless pissing. He was unzipping, and there it was, 
his cock sticking out and hard against her cheek.

'Lick it!'

She considered biting it, hard, damaging him. Then she thought about the 
implications. Ambulance, doctors, inevitably the Press would get it, and that 
Roberts dyke would tell them about the shoplifting, and the video tape. 

'Lick it, Emily. My own little sex-show. And look as if you're enjoying it. 
You're an actress after all.'

It was not as if she had never sucked a cock: her present partner was after her 
to do it all the time. But to do it to this gross and bullying bastard! She knew 
she really had no choice, and decided she might as well get it over quickly, 
giving it her best shot. She took the knob in her mouth. At least he was cut. 
With a stranger that seemed best somehow. She undid his belt and his tweed 
trousers fell to the floor. He had no pants, and she was able to get at his balls. 
He was moving in and out now, shagging her mouth none too gently, and she 
sucked hard each time it was withdrawn. He looked down at her cheeks  
hollowed by the suction, and congratulated himself on having picked an expert 
this time. There was something symbolic of his power over her in her kneeling 
abjectly in front of him, pleasuring him and taking no joy for herself. Despite 
her success, beauty and wealth, she was forced to worship him! And now she 
was entering into the spirit of the thing. He felt her cradling his balls, gently 
tickling and stimulating them. A hand round his arse fingered his anus. He 
held her head in both hands, and knew he was close to coming. Her tits 
pressed against him, and he let fly the first spurt of cum deep into her throat. 
She gagged, but it was not because of this he pulled out. He wanted to see his 
cum splatter her face, drip down onto her tits. She flinched, but was too late 
closing her eyes as the cum hit her face, and then another. There were tears in 
her eyes. Probably anger, he thought.

He pulled away from her, and knelt behind her. If she thought that was it, that 
she had paid in full for her stupidity and greed, then she had another thought 
coming. Her panties stretched tight across her rounded buttocks, the white 
setting off her famous Mediterranean skin tone. He grasped the waistband and 
pulled them down over her thighs, till they rested in the crook of her knees as 
she knelt.  He spread her arse, and there was her secret rose, puckered and 
brown. If it had been one of his shop girls, he would have sucked and licked it. 
He loved that. But there was no need to with this one. She was not going to 
feel anything except pain and humiliation, and there was little point in trying. 
He spat on his fingers, and rubbed it into her clean-shaven arse. Probably gets 
it waxed, he thought, and very nice too!  Another spit, and he moistened his 
prick, still wet from her mouth and the oozings of his cum.

'No! No! Nooooo!' she screamed as he placed his knob, and with a steady 
thrust of his hips entered her anus. Good job his  rooms were reasonably 
soundproofed, he thought. But doubtless Anne Roberts would guess what he 
was up to unless she was away from her desk next door. Never mind, she was 
as bad as him sometimes!

He fucked her slowly and gently at first, lingering deep inside her at the end of 
each stroke, withdrawing slowly, but only as far as the rim of his knob, and 
then in again with a long sweep, till his pubic hair touched her smooth 
buttocks. He guessed he was not hurting her now as she was not screaming or 
even complaining. The low sobbing he heard was probably shame and 
humiliation. He hoped so, the stuck-up bitch. He was getting excited now, and 
without thinking was increasing the power and speed of his thrusting. He let 
go her hips, where the pressure of his fingers left white marks for a moment or 
two in her olive, tanned skin. He reached underneath her and pulled her 
panties down further from her crotch. One hand now grasping her cunt, the 
other on her right breast, pulling her onto him, he fucked in earnest. His thighs 
crashed into her buttocks over and over. Then with a shouted oath he was 
coming.

Next door Anne Roberts smiled as she imagined her boss pumping his cum 
into that thieving bitch.

He pulled out, and went to the next room where there was a wash basin. He 
whistled to himself as he rinsed his cock and dried it. Good big cock, he 
thought to himself.

She was still kneeling, her panties round her thighs and her anus grossly 
dilated. It was her sobs as much as her rounded bottom and smooth back that 
made him hard again. He grasped an arm and pulled her to her feet. She pulled 
her panties up with her free hand. He twisted her arm behind her back and 
frog-marched her to the door. She was protesting his roughness. 

She saw the bed in the next room. She saw the handcuffs and ropes, already 
attached. 'No! You promised!'

'I said you'd be fucked. And so you will!'

He threw her on the bed and lay on top of her to quiet her struggles. He loved 
the feel of her legs bucking against his, her breasts against him as she fought 
him. He found he could hold both her wrists in one hand, leaving the other free 
to spread her legs under him. Her struggles were getting weaker and he got one 
wrist into a handcuff and clipped it shut. The second was easier, and she was 
helpless, though she still writhed. 'Now those panties, Emily.'

He pulled them down in a n easy flowing motion, laughing at her trying to stop 
him by waving her legs about.

'Bastard! Fucking bastard!'

'True! But not fucking, yet!' He screwed the white panties into a ball and 
shoved it into her mouth.

Her legs he tied with white nylon rope, one to each foot-post. She was spread-
eagled and open. But to make her cunt and arsehole even more accessible he 
lifted her buttocks and slipped a pillow under her. Now he could see both her 
arse and her cunt.  

Her cunt hair had been shaven, or waxed perhaps, into a thin line from her clit 
five or six centimeters. Her cunt lips were completely naked, as her arse had 
been. He stroked that line of fine curls. '"Brazil", isn't it? What a pretty little 
cunt.' He reached further down and opened the lips. They were still rather dry. 
Never mind! 'Silly boys, aren't we, wanting your mouth and your arse when 
you have such a pretty little cunt?' He knelt on the bed and licked at it. The clit 
hardened under his tongue, stimulated despite her reluctance. He laughed, and 
stuck his tongue into her as she struggled against her bondage and spluttered 
her rage and humiliation through the gag.

His cock was hard now, and as he sucked, he fondled her breasts. She could 
not help her cunt becoming aroused...this only added to her shame.

He decided her cunt was wet enough for him to penetrate without oil, and  lay 
on top of her, crushing her with his full weight. One hand grasping his cock he 
rubbed it against her till he found her vagina. She bucked up towards him as he 
entered her.

She turned her head sideways, away from him, and closed her eyes.

'Look at me, bitch, while I fuck you.'

Still her eyes were closed, her fists clenching and unclenching.

'Look at me!' He slapped her face. That felt good, and he hit her again. 'Look 
at me or I'll really hurt you.' He squeezed one tit brutally. She opened her 
eyes, gurgling a muffled scream through her gag.

'Better!'

He thought he could feel his cock sliding easier in and out now. Perhaps she 
was getting aroused. He didn't care one way or the other and just fucked 
harder. Perhaps she would come if he waited a bit. That would complete her 
humiliation. But he could not wait now, and with several crushing thrusts 
unloaded his cum into her.

No sooner had he cum, than he was bored with her. He lumbered off her and 
stood by the bed, wiping his cock on her dress. She watched as he pulled his 
trousers on. Thank god, her ordeal was over. But was it?

He picked up the mobile phone, and dialled. She could only hear half the 
conversation, but that was alarming enough.

'Anne? I've done with her. Like a go yourself?'

'I thought you would...'

'Three. Mouth, arse, cunt. In that order. Surprised myself.'

'Yes! Lovely and firm. Like a teenager's.'

'Not much. You'll probably need to grease your strap-on.'

'No. I've had enough. I'll do a round of the store. Enjoy yourself. And Anne?'

'Look, Anne. Let her go when you've done. Don't give her the tape. That's in 
the safe as insurance. But let's be generous. Give her the bag she filled with 
goodies. As a souvenir, eh?'

Emily watched as he combed his hair, checked himself in the mirror, and went 
out, whistling. She lay there helpless, waiting for the uniformed dyke to 
complete her ordeal.

                                                        FIN