


Mo' and the Thief  (Part 1)


By Katzmarek


Mo' had seen the same images a hundred times. Like millions of
people across the globe, the sight of those planes slamming into
the twin towers  would be forever etched in his mind.


Mo' knew right away that the perpetrators were from the middle
east. He hoped he was wrong. Hoping that some deranged types,
like the Oklahoma City bombers, totally unconnected to his sorry
homeland had been responsible.  


His parents had emigrated from
Lebanon before he was born in part to make a living, but also to
avoid the religious strife and which had so bedogged the place.


The Middle Eastern community in this medium-sized mid-western
city had turned inward upon itself. Moslems avoided as much as
possible public transport, drove rather than flew, and kept clear
of  the authorities as much as possible. 


The harassment was not long in coming. Mo' didn't blame them,
even when the F.B.I had visited his shop, because he understood 
the reason-sapping hysteria.


America had never had such an attack since Pearl Harbour and it's
people were traumatised. Shit, he was blitzed. What they didn't
understand, he mused, was that Arabs had taken this sort of hit
for generations and the world seemingly, had stood by. Still, he
thought nothing else to do but get on with life and keep your
head down.


Mo' ran a small but growing business. After business school he
had gone into partnership with his father in a wholesaling
business supplying restaurants with middle eastern and Asian
foods. 


He had then found there was a demand among the increasingly 
affluent ethnic community for his supplies so he had
opened a delicatessen to cater for the public.  This part of the
business had grown sufficiently for him to employ more staff. 


He liked to have Lebanese work his shop, mostly sons and daughters
of his customers. They worked hard, were punctual, and he
believed he was helping his community, as well as his business.
He had 5 or 6 girls who regularly worked shifts in the shop. They
were honest and clean and the customers liked them, that was the
important thing.


In his thirties, Mo' had never married, despite his mother
putting up candidates. He was westernised to the extent that he
wanted to do his own picking.


"But Mohammed," she would say. 


Only his parents used his full name. 


" That young Khoulouri girl would be just right for you."


In exasperation she had turned to his younger brother for which he 
was grateful. Not that he was against marriage, he just hadn't 
found the right one, and, he thought to himself, all the candidates 
were a bit over the hill for his taste.


Mo' liked the fresh young things.  He had secretly fancied a few
of the girls he'd hired but alas he had to keep them strictly
off-limits. In his community, everyone knew everyone else and
most of the teenagers were connected to his customers in some
way. 


Although most of them were more or less westernised when it
came to morals, most of the families would take a very dim view
if he bedded any of them.


It's not that he wasn't desirable. He was reasonably good
looking, slim with pale olive skin. He was also quite well to do
and managed his money carefully. 


He owned his own home, overlooking the river, which he had 
designed himself, with the help of an architect. Middle-eastern 
style, it featured a central courtyard set in an acre of gardens 
in a very desirable part of town.


Life was good except for a recent discovery. Somebody was
stealing his takings. A steady dribble of money was disappearing
from the till. He knew it must be one of the girls but could not
nail the culprit. He had tracked the disappearances down to two
girls.


Shari was a slim 16-year-old of olive complexion. She had 
beautiful Mediterranean features, dark eyes, dark hair, and a
seductive smile. She was the daughter of a customer of his that
his family had known since they had arrived in the country
together. 


She was saving for college and her family had been very grateful 
to him for taking her on. She was quite protected by her family 
and they would only let her work with someone they could trust. 
And they could trust Mo'. Even though he lusted after her, he
had never laid a hand on her.


The other candidate was Shaki. She was a busty confident young
woman, very westernised, of about twenty. She often had a button
or two of her blouse undone giving the punters a glimpse of her
fruits. She bantered with them, shared a rude joke, while keeping
them at arms length. She was an asset.


They made his afternoon. Shari with her demure good looks, Shaki
with her up front approach. He couldn't decide who he fancied the
most.


And now it was all turning to custard and he felt the anger
welling up. He would have to fire one of them but the
repercussions would go  beyond that. One family would be shamed,
beyond words, one girl would have her life ruined by the
scandal.


Mo’ was facing the hardest decision of his life he thought as,
trembling with rage, he watched the security camera being
installed. He hated the whole business. The paranoia, the
betrayal, and the damned expense of the camera necessary to
protect his business. Soon he would get the whole sorry affair
over with and could get on with the rest of his life. 



He had no idea how he was going to handle this. The camera had
clearly shown the culprit palming a twenty and later slipping it
into her purse below the counter. Fuck it! he had trusted her,
protected her, even ran her home in his car to protect her from
public abuse on the city bus. He'd bounced her on his knee when
she was a baby he , what?, 17?. He had tried to do what was right
and good in giving the damn girl a job and she'd shit on him. 


He'd thought of putting her over his knee, pulling down her pants
and giving her ass a good warming. But, of course he couldn't,
even though the thought quite appealed to him, she would have to
go. He didn't want to call the police, he would receive no thanks
from anybody, but he would have to go carefully so as to minimize
the stink as much as possible.


"Shari, would you stay behind today, I want to have a little
talk?", Mo' said with a heavy heart.


PART 2


Shari felt that her life had got out of 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 and wear what they liked. 


Some could even take their boyfriends home like Sherri, her brother's
girlfriend.  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. They had wanted her to go to college, but couldn't afford
the fees. Therefore they had got her a job in order to save up.
They would not have let her work otherwise. 


Poorly educated themselves, they had 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 themselves 
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 realized how easy it was, she couldn't control herself.
There was always some reason why she needed a little more. 


She told herself she would put it back next week from her pay but the
figure had grown 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. She was used to protecting herself from the
criticism of her family 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 discovered
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. The sight stunned her. 


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 leaned over
and carefully sucked on one.


Instantly Shari felt a tingle in her own small breast. Wide eyed
she noticed Sherri's hand moving at her brother's crotch. He
turned on his back and  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 of her nipple, she saw that he had his hand
in the front of her unbuttoned jeans.


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 own
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 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  the creaks
and moans. She imagined Kali's beautiful cock sliding in and out of 
the blond girl and dreamed it was her own. 


The panting and moaning reached a crescendo next door as her own
orgasm hit, as 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
came over  her. It seemed like hours until she finally fell
asleep.



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 heart. She fought the fear
down as Mo' indicated her to follow him to the back room.


The room at the back of the shop had been equipped as a rest
area, with a small couch, 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’d 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, realizing 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, slipping it
into her purse beneath the counter.


"Well?" Mo' said sternly. Shari's mouth was so dry and her lips so
thick she could not speak.


Outside Shaki smiled to herself.  Priding herself on knowing what
was going on she almost bounced  to her car parked around the
corner. 


' Got her,' she thought.


PART 3


Shari was only dimly aware what Mo' was saying. She had almost
completely shut down. Her head was bowed and her hands covered
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 slipping 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 would 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 FUCKING 
TRINKETS?"


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 flew 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 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'. It 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...?" Shari said puzzled.


"Cock!  Shari… it's a cock… right between a man's legs...ever
seen one?".


"Yes", 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 feel the warm, hard flesh under the fabric of Mo's
trousers. It sent an instant thrill through her that 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 hand-job
from his girlfriend and the memory began to trigger a confusion
of feelings within her.


"Well you’re 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' replied, not sure he had heard correctly.


"I'll do it," Shari said more loudly, suddenly deciding she had
nothing to lose.


"Do what?" Mo' said, puzzled.


"Jerk your...." She couldn't say the word. She felt 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 for her and 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 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 jerk Shari... I... I don't
want you to... turn your self into... I mean," he said
thickly, casting about  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... um... ruin"? 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 his trousers 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, Shari was aware that 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, she pressed down
between her legs.


Mo' knew he couldn't last long. She was so damn pretty and the
feeling so erotic, as he guided her hand over his cock.


"Oh… faster now... baby... nearly there... Yes! Keep going".


He closed his eyes as the euphoric sensation began to climb
towards completion. 


"Oh...god... ahh… 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, her
leg, down her hand.

 
"Stop...stop...you'll kill me", Mo said holding 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.


Surreptitiously 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, 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, Ishmael", she called from the window.


"Hey Shakes," The attendant replied, "What'll it be today?"


"Fill her," She smiled.


"You bet." He said grinning, "Screen?"


"Polish her good Ishy", replied Shaki.


"Kay Shakes, Your looking good today babe," The attendant replied
peering through the windscreen at her chest.


"Too much for you babe", she replied laughing.


Later.


"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


Author's note.

Religious rites, practices and attitudes are entirely made up (or
nearly) and are not supposed to describe the characteristics of
any religion. If I have offended anyone please accept my
apologies.  I have, however, tried to treat the subject with
dignity because I believe there are some things you just don't
fuck with.


The story is sexual in character and if that offends, or is
illegal in your place of residence please go watch the Disney
Channel. Cheers... The Katz.



The polished wooden floor was completely covered with white
cloth . In the middle was placed the chest containing a heavily
lacquered limb from the Cypress tree, the symbol of Lebanon. Mo's
parents had brought it with them from Beirut and it provided a
spiritual link to their homeland.


It was decorated with green artificial leaves and wide ribbons
upon which were inscriptions from the Q'uran in Arabic. 


Laying beside that, was an open scroll on which was written, 
Underneath the crescent and star, 


'May Allah protect the land and the people of Lebanon and keep her
safe from the infidel'.


Infidel, or faithless, in this case meant anyone who would cause
her people harm rather than non-Moslems.


Around the room were placed  copies of the Q'uran , one for every
invited guest.


Mo' was not particularly religious but he attended these
occasional little soirees at his parents out of filial duty. He
also liked to be reminded of his heritage, it was part of what he
was, and to share in these little celebrations with friends and
family. 


Most of all it pleased his mom and dad and that was good
enough.


They'd roll out their prayer mats and start the evening with
readings from the Q'uran, their heads bowing to touch the sacred
book at every conclusion. Things would relax a little as the old
people would share stories about Lebanon. Tears would well up in
their eyes as they recounted these tales and it was as if, for a
brief time, their souls had been transported back to the villages
and groves of that ancient land.


Afterwards they would all join together in a shared meal. The
cuisine, naturally Lebanese.
 

At these evenings, men and women sat together, although for the
religious part they sat at opposite ends of the room. They didn't
forget they were in a western country with children educated in
western customs and beliefs. Some traditional barriers had to go,
so women and men sat together.


Shari was there that day. She looked even more seductive in her
bright silk shawl. All through the evening they played the old,
'catch me looking', game, careful not to arouse the interest of
the old people.


She had been playing with his dick every day after work the whole
week. She had grown in confidence and expertise to the extent
that she could sense when he was building to an orgasm. She no
longer needed to be told when to speed up or increase pressure.


Yesterday he had got her to kneel on the floor and, as she
stroked him. He had felt her breasts through her top. Under the
cotton he could feel that she had very pronounced nipples. Her
breasts fitted into the palms of his hands and he wanted to suck
on them. Their tacit agreement meant that that was out of bounds
for the time being.


From the second day, to begin their sessions, he got her to kiss
him. A kiss that had grown passionate. She had slowly opened her
mouth to accept his questing tongue and had not objected when his
hands cupped her cute bottom and held her against him.


That day, as she stroked him, she had put her head on his
shoulder and he had played with her hair. He noticed her other
hand she between her legs and realized  she was enjoying herself
too. This made him relax more and enjoy the sensations.


Shari's life had changed dramatically.  She now had a 'secret'
boyfriend. She felt freer than at any time of her life. She had
broken the bonds of family and stepped out into the world. Mo'
had respected her wish to remain a virgin. He had not pushed her
to do anything she didn't want. She felt in control.


She looked forward to being with Mo'. After school she rushed
down to her job with eager anticipation of seeing him. During
work he would sometimes move close behind her when the shop was
empty and Shaki was occupied. He would gently fondle her behind
or kiss her hair before moving away. She liked that.


After work she would follow him to the back room where he would
kiss her hard on the mouth. Mo' was so passionate and she loved
being in his arms.


Yesterday she had knelt in front of him and he had felt her tits.
She loved the way he had lingered on her nipples. They became so
hard they ached.


Later, when she got home she had gotten off 3 times. She
completely stripped off her clothes and, while one hand worked at
her clitoris, she teased her nipples in the way she remembered
Mo' was doing.


She came so hard she was grateful the house was empty as she
screamed her pleasure.


She no longer needed to spy on her brother for her sexual
experience, she now had her own.


One night though, as she lay in bed she heard the usual noises
from the next room. What caught her attention was the whispered
voice of her brother,


"That's it Sher', suck my cock... yeah".


Hmmm, she'd heard of that,


'Maybe Mo' would like me to do that to him' she thought.
Yes, she really likes pleasing Mo'.


When Shaki had turned up for work, the day after Shari's supposed
sacking, she got the shock of her life.


Not only was Shari still there but, judging by the little
sidelong glances and secret smiles that flashed between her and
Mo', she guessed that something was going on.


'Damn the bitch to hell' she thought darkly. 


In truth she was lonely, and ambitious. She'd imagined herself
in that big house by the river, lounging by the pool and drinking
Champagne.  She would have screwed Mo’ anytime, any place as
often as he wanted. She fancied him, and his money, and she had
thought he had fancied her. 


' And that 'butter wouldn't melt in her mouth' cute-assed bitch had
waved her tiny tits in his face and grabbed him from under her,' 
she simmered.


She had gone straight from work to a bar and seduced the first
passable looking sucker she could find.


Beckoning him to follow her into the washroom she had got him to
pull up her skirt, pull down her panties and fuck her from behind
against the wall of the cubicle. It was fast and furious and he
had come too soon, spraying her ass and legs with his sperm. She
pushed him out finishing the job herself. 


With a finger in her cum-soaked pussy she jerked herself hard, 
imagining that it was Mo's cock pounding into her. After cumming she 
quickly left by the side door, leaving the silly asshole to brag 
to his friends.
