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Continuing the story of Mo' and the Thief Part 2 Shari's story.
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Mo' and the thief (part 2) (Mf, Voy, Mast, Teen 1st)
By Katzmarek
Shari felt that her life had got out control. For much of her 16
years she had lived a sheltered life watched over by her parents
and big brother. At high school she had met, and made friends
with girls whose life to her had been so much freer. They could
stay out late, go out with boys, wear what they liked. Some
could even take their boyfriends home like Sherri, her brother's
boyfriend. She longed to have what other girls took for granted.
Things had eased up a little, she could go out with her friends,
but her father still kept strict control of the money she earned
at Mo's Deli. She simply could not afford to buy the clothes, the
make-up and all the other things considered necessary in a young
girl's life.
She had known Mo' all her life. He had been good to her family.
She liked working for him. He took a paternal interest in her,
making sure she got home safely, often staying and chatting to
her family. He was a kind man and good looking, for an older man
she thought, and wondered why he had never married. She envied
his wealth even though she knew he had worked hard for it. Her
own family was not wealthy like him. They ran a small kebab
restaurant downtown but the competition was hard. But they got
by.
Her family had wanted her to go to college, but they couldn't
afford the fees, therefore they had gotten her a job primarily to
save. They would not have let her work otherwise. Poorly educated
they wanted the best for her daughter and saw education as the
key to a life they couldn't afford to give her. Like Mo's parents
they had come from Lebanon with barely the clothes they stood up
in to make a life for them in a new country. Shari felt a heavy
responsibility.
Which is why she now felt racked with guilt. She had only meant
to take a little from the till but things had got out of control.
Once she realised how easy it was she couldn't control herself.
There was always some reason why she needed a little more then
she would stop. She would put it back next week from her pay but
then the figure became too large. She could not bear to count the
amount of money she had stolen. She felt like she was standing
on a precipice, balancing, staring down into the chasm which was
about to consume her young life. She felt utterly miserable.
Concealing her outer turmoil from the outside world had involved
years of practice. Protecting herself from the criticism of her
family she had lived with all her life. From around 13 she had
kept private the chaotic thoughts of her emerging sexuality. She
had begun masturbating around then, the techniques she discovered
herself with the giggling advice of her school friends. The talk
at school drifted increasingly towards boys, boys whom she knew
she couldn't get too close to. It wasn't fair that her brother
Kalil, only 2 years older, could bring his girlfriend Sherri home
to make out with while her parents worked in the evening. Sherri,
a blond white girl her own age slithering all over her brother
while she had to stay in her room to study.
Finishing a damned history essay late one night she was returning
from the bathroom while preparing for bed when she heard them
murmuring in the lounge. On impulse she carefully pushed the door
ajar and peeked in. She was stunned by the sight. There, in front
of the fireplace lay Kali and Sherri. By the dimmed light she
could see that Sherri had her blouse undone to the waste. The
cups of her bra were pulled down to reveal the most perfect white
breasts she had ever seen. They put her own small pair to shame.
She could clearly see her pronounced pink nipples standing proud
from her creamy white flesh and as she watched saw her brother
lean over and carefully suck on one. Instantly Shari felt a
tingle in her own small tit. Wide eyed she noticed Sherri's hand
moving at his crotch. His brother turned on his back and then she
noticed Sherri was stroking his hard naked cock.
Shari had not seen an erect penis before and she watched
fascinated as Sherri slowed stroked it from base to tip. As Kali
resumed his sucking she saw that he had his hand in the front of
her jeans which were unbuttoned. Shari's mouth went dry. She felt
her pussy begin to itch as she imagined her brother's hand
working it's way inside her pants. Silently she left the scene
and slipped back into her room. Quietly shutting the door she
pulled her own pants off and climbed into bed. Quickly she began
to work on her own pussy. It was already slick with her juices as
she worked on her special little nub in a circular motion. Her
eyes were screwed shut as all too soon she felt the first
stirring of her impending orgasm. Her smooth legs opened wide as
her hips began to hump against her hand, matching the rhythm
which took her to the edge. Biting the pillow she exhaled deeply
as she came, worried that the noise would disturb the lovers in
the lounge. It was the most intense orgasm of her life.
As she lay there in a confusion of feeling coming down from her
high plateau she heard her brother and Sherri enter Kalil's
bedroom next to hers. She could clearly hear them giggling and
shushing each other. After a few minutes silence she distinctly
heard Kali's bed creak and her brother's whispering. The
creaking got more urgently and she could now hear Sherri's
muffled cries.
'God they are really doing it', Shari thought as the creaking
built in intensity. Shari's finger was back rubbing her pussy as
she tried to keep pace with Sherri's panting. She imagined Kali's
beautiful cock sliding in and out of the blond and dreamed it was
her own. The panting and moaning reached a crescendo next door as
her own orgasm hit, trembling and gasping she thought it would
never end.
Her release finally over she lay exhausted on her bed. She felt
shock at what she had just dreamed of doing. Fucking her brother
was the worst thought imaginable and a wave of guilty feelings
over came her. It seemed like hours until sleep finally overcame
her.
Shari was immediately alert when Mo' asked her to stay behind.
Although he often gave her a lift home she always waited outside
by his car as he locked up. This was something different and a
nagging fear began to grow inside her chest. She fought the fear
down as Mo' indicated her to follow him to the back room.
The room at the back of a shop had been equipped as a rest area,
the result of some labour law, with a small two seater, a wash
hand basin and a kitchenette. Mo' also had a small desk on which
he did the accounts. Today Shari noticed a 14' television and
video now graced the desk.
The anger had been building up in Mo' all day. Being in business
he found he had to develop a hard edge to avoid being taken
advantage of. For what he was about to do he summoned that hard
edge, fueled by his simmering anger. The girl reminded him of a
scared rabbit, her eyes darting about in confusion, repeatedly
swallowing, her hands fidgeting.
"Shari", he said, realising how much he was sweating. "I want you
to have a look at a little film".
Bewildered Shari watched the little screen as Mo' pushed the
remote control. As the video came on she immediately saw herself
at the counter serving a customer. With growing fear she watched
herself palming the twenty dollar bill and, later slipping it
into her purse beneath the counter.
"Well?", Mo' said sternly. Shari's mouth was so dry, her lips so
thick she could not speak.
Outside Shaki smiled to herself. Priding herself on knowing what
was going on she almost bounced down to her car parked around the
corner. ' With that bitch gone I'll have him all to myself' she
thought.
Part 3 follows.
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