..no cops, no court, no lawyers, and no jail. I think you got off light."

..no cops, no court, no lawyers, and no jail. I think you got off light."
I had actually started to cry. Through my sobs I said,
"Sir, please stop scolding me. I know all that. I need help. I am completely alone in this. I have no one to help me unless you do. Can’t you see?"
He stopped and stood a long time with his back toward me. Finally, he slowly turned. His expression had changed completely. My plea had really stuck home.
For the first time I saw concern in his face. The anger had drained completely and been replaced by a much kinder expression. He spoke softly,
"Yea, I understand. When we caught you, I thought you were just another of those wild ass girls that do that stuff for thrills, but now I know you’re not. I can see where you sure need help now, but what the fuck can I do?"
He looked at me and collapsed in the chair at the desk. I could see sweat on his forehead. He just sat looking at me saying nothing. We had reached a complete impasse.
I had not threatened him. I did not need to, and besides, I just knew a threat would not help with this guy. He was way too proud.
He had not accused me of doing anything with someone else. He knew me too well by now. He knew I was a virgin when he took me, and how important the whole sex thing was to me.
Finally, it just seemed like I had to say something. What really did I expect him do?
Slowly I reviewed my plight. The summary was more for me than him,
"Sir, I really need someone to help me. I am pregnant. I have to solve this somehow. Think about how horrible this is for me. I have no one else to turn to."
He sat expressionless looking through me to the wall. He would not even focus on me; not a word. Was he scared, was he angry?
He probably wasn’t worried about me; more likely he was worried about himself. If my plight became known to his management, he would get fired for sure. If I had the baby he could be held legally liable for support. He had to recognize now that this pregnancy could affect his life as well as mine.
He seemed to be in deep thought for a long time. Finally he reached across the desk, picked up the phone and made an extended call: then another, then a third. I could hear little of what he was saying, but by his expression I judged he was making progress with something. It was the first encouragement I had had in weeks.
It had been at least twenty minutes when he finished his last call and sort of smiled. I could see relief on his face.
He looked up still holding the idle phone,
"Caroline, I think help is on the way."
"One of my guards always seems to have an answer. He knows a guy in the stock room who in turn knows a guy who can deal with things like this. I wanted to get all the middle men out of it so I asked for the outsider’s number and called him directly. It’s going to take a few minutes but he is coming over here to meet you and talk."
For a few minutes he went on with a few more sketchy details. He had pulled in some "markers" is how he described it. I was going to meet a guy named Bobby, who would be here in about thirty minutes. Bobby had connections with a Doctor who handled this kind of stuff. The Doctor could provide whatever I needed. The whole thing was safe but it would be expensive.
He paused. I hesitated,
"I have some money, but I could not come up with a lot without someone at home knowing."
I offered, not knowing anything else to say.
We sat looking at one another. His expressions had softened to the point of almost "friendly".
He spoke much more softly,
"Well let’s not worry about money right now. We can work that out I am sure."
I could tell he was very pleased he had come up with something that might help me.
He went over to sit in the chair behind the desk. I went over to sit on the straight plastic chair by the wall. We both seemed to just stare off into space. Everything went quiet. Time slowed to a creep. This was going to be a long thirty minutes for sure.
Neither of us said a thing. He looked at the far corner of the room: I looked down at my lap.
As time passed my crazy mind started to go into overtime.
This strange fortitude came over me, an artificial bravery; it grew strong and stronger as I sat thinking about all that was going on. Envisioning I could see light at the end of the tunnel somehow emboldened me.
So this room was the torture chamber that had entered my nightmares every night all summer. It was really just small, blue, and plain. Almost like a jail cell. What a terrible place to work day after day for your entire life.
So this was the big black monster that was at the center of my every nightmare. He did not look at all scary any more. He looked worried and concerned. Sure he was big and black and bald, but not so scary any more.
In a strange way he had been a victim that day as much as me. He was the victim of my short skirt. I was wearing the wrong thing. He never would have done what he did if I had been dressed otherwise. He lost control and put his freedom and his precious job in jeopardy. Had I not been wearing that skirt, he probably would have simply called the police.
I was the felon. My shoplifting had caused everything, but what he did was very unethical and illegal. We were both so guilty, we both contributed to this mess, but only one of us was pregnant.
I looked down at my lap. He for sure would not have done it if I had looked the way I did now. This dress, unbelted, not only covered my tummy, but it really made me look like a frump. It hung loose on me everywhere. I looked like one of those fat pregnant ladies we amigos kidded about—all I needed was a shopping cart to push...and a black baby to tow.

SOLUTION

Everything went absolutely quiet. I sat very straight with my legs crossed and my skirt pulled down over them as far as possible.
Not a word, nor a glance, was exchanged between us. Time slowed to a creep. It seemed like we were going to wait forever. Our exchange had been so emotional I felt exhausted, but this quiet was almost unbearable. I needed something to be happening.
For unknown reasons, my mind wandered from the day of terror to those erotic fantasies I had been having every night in bed. This was the place where it started—over there sat the monster that started it. Neither looked all that scary any more.
I was deep in thought. I absently looked down, placed my hand on my thigh, and moved my skirt up just an inch or so. It was the first move I had made. I did it without thinking. I never worn skirts this long. I am just not used to looking frumpy.
A strange feeling shot through me. It was like an "oh, oh". What did I do?
I glanced over at him and for the first time he was looking directly at me. His face was awash in emotion. Immediately, I realized my movement had been read as suggestive.
He slowly looked up and down my body. I had never seen anything like it. The expression on his face said it all. For the first time, right in that instant, I completely understood why he did what he did to me. He had intended just to humiliate me terribly. He intended to treat me like a little child. I don’t think he ever intended to even swat my butt. He just wanted me to be scared, very scared and then he was going to send me on my way. But...
Unfortunately, the way I looked that day took him over the top. He lost it. All those many times I had dressed to flirt, and torture the boys at the mall, caught up with me that day in this office. I had dressed to tease the boys one too many times. Now he hated himself for what he did.
But now just looking across the room at him I could tell I had stirred up the same animalistic passion that took control of him that day.
What power I had over this man. I watched a strange emotion fill his eyes. It was almost a loving expression.
"Caroline you will never understand how I regret all this. What I did was so wrong. I have spent endless hours worrying about you and wishing like hell it had never happened. What I did was horribly unprofessional and I have beaten myself up ever since. I feel terrible.
I understand your plight very well. This is terrible and all the racial issues make it even worse. I can see why I am the only guy you thought you could turn to. What a mess.
I don’t know this Bobby, but the guys in the back assure me he will solve this. I am relieved. I am confident we can work this all out."
I looked at him.
Dear reader as I did, the strangest thoughts came over me.
Numerous emotions;
...euphoria that I finally had support
...the possibility I now had a solution.
...a completely different understanding of this little room where it all started
...a new understanding of the how it all happened and the shared guilt
...an overwhelming curiosity about my reactions to what he did to me.
I had to admit, what happened that day in this office caused erotic responses within me that I did not understand; responses that scared me terribly. I tried to deny them, but they came into my head every night in bed and often in an idle moment during the day.
And now, I had been idle too long. Those sensual desires were overtaking me just sitting here looking at the man that did it to me. I could not believe what was going on inside me. I should hate him, nothing less.
The tension in the room was unbearable. The door was bolted, the cameras were off and we just sat not saying a word. I looked like an old lady in this outfit and yet there was no question, every time I moved, his eyes moved with me. Eyes filled with undeniable desire. For the first time in my life a man "knew" me emotionally and sexually. He knew my body and he knew my inner reactions that day. He so obviously was caught up in this complicated relationship as much as me.
As is sat there I began to wonder; what had he been fanaticizing about at night in his bed while I had been tossing and turning with thoughts of him? Each time I glanced at him I came away with the same message...ME!
What power I now had over this big man. That day he had been in charge but now I was in the driver’s seat.
As the clock ticked slowly, this erotic feeling consumed me. That day it had been the ultimate terror of my life, but now I had a completely new understanding of the events, the man, and the terror. I needed to revisit those events with this new clarity.
In a strange way this black man had been the ultimate "young boy in the mall" that day he took me. What was Caroline really looking for all those many times she had dressed seductively to parade at the mall? A strange thrill; she got a thrill from teasing the boys...the thrill of control, as she used her young sexuality to take charge of them. Let’s admit it; it was a thrill to tease those guys until they wanted to cry, all the time just dangling bait. It was a cheap thrill that came at their expense.
What was less obvious was that with each of the many trips to the mall, the desire for thrills grew, but the foolish "parade" with the amigos did less to satisfy what had become a craving. A unrequited addiction to "thrill".
Caroline had really shoplifted for only one reason, more thrills. She had unconsciously gone after the thrill of stealing...doing the unlikely, doing the unthinkable.
Along with everything else that happened during the afternoon of terror that resulted, this man had turned that addiction for "thrill" into unmitigated uncontrollable lust.
I turned in my chair to look more directly at him. His expression responded immediately. Everything welled up in me. This long idle period, sitting, waiting, had been too much. I shook with nervous energy.
I got up as if driven by some controlling force and walked over to reach for his hand. He sat frozen.
His hand was wet with perspiration and shaking. As he stood, I could see an enormous bulge in his uniform pants. All my intuition was correct. Frumpy or not this man...
"Oh!"
That was all I got to say as he hugged me to him, turned me around and put me over the desk. He positioned me just as I had been two months ago, lifted my skirt over my back, and slid my panties to the floor. I was in exactly the same place and the same position as before, but this time there was no protest. My legs parted. I felt the same pressure as before, but this time he entered without pain. I lay on my tummy, my chin on the surface and he simply worked his way firmly into me. I was overcome with a string of wild sensations way down deep within my body as he took me. These feeling caused me to move backward to receive him. This created even more erotic responses.
He reached under me and took my breasts in both hands as before.
His lips came down to kiss my neck below my right ear,
"Girl, you will never know the conflict you have created...how many nights I have tossed and turned with the vision of you in this position driving me wild."
With that he went silent and gently began to move within me. Moments later, he came delivered just like before. He sent surge after surge deep into me; but this time I met each with a reaction deep inside and a loving murmur that confirmed all those night time fantasies were real.
I was overcome with the sexual need, a lust that was born that frightening day right here beneath him. A desire I had tried so hard to hide ever since. It was a lust that was so real and yet so denied. I now understood it and my movements assured he now understood it as well.
Finished, he stood up and lifted me into an upright position with my back against him. My skirt fell back into place. I was shaking from head to foot. He had finished.
I came back to my senses. So much had been explained. My need for thrills had been fully answered. I quickly became the "good girl" again. During the strange circumstance with this man that day had I had found two things...internal lust which answered my need for thrills. I was not a promiscuous tramp in any way. I was a young woman with needs that had been answered.
My panties were still on the floor.
He kicked them over toward the waste basket and wrapped his arms around me. His lips found the back of my head,
"Caroline, I..."
There was a knock at the door.
Leaving me standing there, leaning backward against the desk in shock, he walked over to the door opened it and a tall black guy walked in. Clearly he had been outside the door waiting.
I sat back on the edge of the desk to recover. I reached down on either side of me and gripped the desk top for support. I could feel spasms throughout my lower body and moisture.
My panties were over in the corner on the floor still in plain sight.
The guard closed the door for a moment and shook hands with the stranger,
"You must be Bobby, glad you’re here. This is Caroline."
He sort of pointed at me across the room without looking.
"She needs to talk with you."
He turned to face me for a moment,
"Here is the fellow they tell me has the answers for you. I’ll leave you two to talk."
He gazed at me across the room with a very distant look. His face was filled with emotion; like he wanted to stay and be of help, but there was no role for him here.
"I’ll work out details with him after you two are done discussing things."
With a strange backward glance he walked out.
PAYMENT BEGINS

As soon as the guard was gone, Bobby locked the door and turned toward me. Without a word he came across the room toward the desk. When he got to me he took my hands up from the desk on either side and stood directly in front of me looking into my eyes with a most salacious grin. He reached down, moved my knees apart, and moved between them to get as close to me as he could. I was shaking. He had not said a word, but I knew what was up. There was no question he knew what had been going on in here. He had been right outside the door.
He stood there, grinning, looking down without a word. Finally, I just blurted out,
"No please. I cannot do this! I am not this type of girl! That was all just a mistake."
He backed up a little and stood there for a moment, looking down at me with an even bigger smile,
"Sweetheart, you may not want me to think you are this "type" of girl, but from what I heard in here you sure are. I think you are the "type" girl that just got fucked in here real good—and you are the "type" that’s been fucked before and got all knocked up—and you are the "type" that wants me to help, right?"
He looked at me, waiting for a reply,
"Right?" he repeated.
I nodded, yes.
"Sweetheart, just to get things started the way I want, I like to hear your voice when I ask a question, understand?
You do want my help with this, right?"
Such humiliation,
"Yes."
I whispered.
He stepped back further, holding my hands higher and looked up and down my body,
"Wow, you are some kind of cute. You’re just the "type" I like. Somebody did you real good, honey. They got you blooming sweetly.
They told me in the back, you got caught shoplifting and agreed to fuck your way out of it, rather than go to jail; right?"
I nodded yes again.
"What was that?"
He asked,
"Yes"
I whispered even more softly.
His grinned, still holding my hand high as his eyes never left me,
"Well, you sure won that one. You’re not in jail and you’re looking good, looking real good.
I guess that boss guy must be the nigger that mounted you. He seems to be in charge. He tells me you would be in big trouble at home if they knew about this and he wants me to get things worked out for you. I agreed to get you through all this as long as you do a few things along the way to help out. Understood?"
I nodded,
"Yes."
"So if that’s the way it is, those things start right now. If he and I are going to share this problem, we are going to share everything and everything includes you. Understand?"
I went quiet. There was nothing to say, nothing I could do.
I nodded.
He moved toward me and I went over backward onto the desk. He lifted the front of my skirt. I knew my bare sex was completely displayed. He looked down at me on the edge of the desk spread helpless in front of him and stepped forward to separate my legs.
He just stood there between my thighs, smiling, looking at me for what seemed like forever. My body was responding out of control. I could feel moisture everywhere, eyes, breasts, and my thighs.
"That is one gorgeous snatch lover. That bastard was one lucky nigger. He sure nailed a pretty one. Was he your first nigger?
I looked at him and whispered,
"Yes" He was my first."
He looked down in my face and smiled broadly,
"Well lover, I don’t know if I believe that, but it don’t matter, I guarantee you, he aint going to be your last; right?"
I looked up and nodded.
He went silent.
Slowly, he reached down, spread my legs very wide, and left me in that position as he stepped back to open his pants. All the time, his gaze moved constantly up and down, from my lower body up to my eyes.
Unlike before, this time I could see everything. I was on my back on the desk propped up a bit on my elbows. He was enormous, black, and long; with a red bulbous end. I watched as it approached my white completely exposed body and disappeared into my very wet vagina. There was no pain; in fact I could feel its warmth as it moved smoothly, but firmly, deep inside me. It felt like silk.
I responded with an involuntary shudder and he came down to consume my mouth. His weight took me backward down onto the desk and my arms spread outward.
His rhythm started right away. He was surprisingly gentle. He just leaned over me. Both his feet and mine were still on the floor. I was on my back on the desk which brought my pelvis firmly up against him. His hands move up around my head and into my hair. He pressed downward moving me toward him to the very edge of the desk. He stroked into me with long, deep, gentle strokes. Time seemed to be lost.
He stroked deeper and deeper but so gently. I cannot tell you how long he sexed me.
I remember at some point he started to reach very sensitive places deep inside me and an uncontrolled moan escaped my lips.
He lifted and grinned down at me with a scandalous look,
"Hey baby, what’s that I hear? I think you the "type" that really likes fucking Bobby."
He chuckled and moved in solidly against me, while still looking down at me, expectantly.
I involuntarily moaned again.
He stayed in that position moving about, experimenting, until he was firmly rubbing those places with each move he made. Then he settled back down and returned to work deep into my vagina now firmly reaching those sensitive places with each stroke.
We had become very warm. He was perspiring. I could feel his moisture combining with mine between us. He was driving me out of my mind.
At some point, I remember my body started moving upward to meet each of his thrusts. He was moving hard against me at the time, so it may have been for protection, or it may have been to help assure he found those places deep within.
He rose slightly again,
"I think this big black dick is driving you crazy little girl. Am I right? "
He looked down at me.
Finally, a dark expression came over his black face,
"Listen bitch, this nigger spoke to you."
When I ask a question, I want an answer.
This black dick is sort of driving the girl wild, right?"
He hesitated still looking directly into my face.
I looked up and for the first time admitted the truth to myself and then to him.
"Yes."
He thrust into me firmly,
"Yes what, sweetheart?"
He hesitated there firmly against my sensitive places.
"I like this dick."
"What type of a dick is it you like, lover?"
"I like your type dick."
I answered softly.
"What’s that big dick doing lover?"
"It’s driving me crazy."
"That’s my "type" of girl. Here you can have it all again."
With that, he moved down and returned to stroking deeply into me.
I moaned and my arms came up to surround him.
That was all it took, without another word he delivered. Fifteen long strokes; I counted them and with each stroke I felt the surge of his warm semen and a responding contraction deep within me. My body was arching upward and tightening around him with each surge, and each time it caused me to shudder with an uncontrolled response. Each time I shuddered he would respond with another stroke and another deposit.
Then one final deep thrust and he collapsed onto me. He was as deep as he could get.
After sometime he gently began to lift up and withdraw, but to my surprise I was holding him down tightly. Somewhere in the process my arms had tightened around his neck and my body had constricted holding him tightly down there as well. He couldn’t move.
Shocked and embarrassed, I let go of him and struggled to stop the contractions. But, as he began to withdraw an empty feeling swept over me. My vagina would not stop tightening around him. I shuddered from head to toe and pulled him back toward me, waiting for my body to release him.
Bobbie grinned down at me.
"Oh my, baby! We like that, don’t we girl?"
He rested there a moment and then just started to ramble,
"Girl, you got some very special things going on in there. You really need the loving. You know being preggo is just going to make you wilder every day. You get real happy right now, understand? Bobby has ways to work this all out. Ways that will keep you a happy lady, for sure. I’ll make sure everything is ok for you."
I lay on my back on the desk, exhausted, as he put things away slowly and then helped me to my feet. My dress fell back into place and I reached up to straighten my hair a bit. As my arms went upward to reach my hair another convulsion passed through my lower body. I shook all over.
My body was adjusting to what happened. Repeated contractions were securing everything assuring I was going to keep everything that had been put deep within me.
I walked over to get my panties. They were missing. I turned looking for them.
Bobbie had moved to the desk chair where he sat watching my unstable walk and smiling,
"You’re one good looking fine lover, little girl. It’s going to be good working together...do you agree?"
I nodded.
He grinned again,
"Baby, Bobby just spoke to you. When this nigger speaks he wants none of this head shaking shit. You understand. I want to hear your lovely voice."
In my mind, I could still feel him buried in me, still feel my reactions; still feel his lips around mine.
"We’re going to have fun working together; right?"
I looked up at him directly.
"Yes."
My voice was so clear and precise I surprised myself.
Without another word, Bobby turned his attention to the desk as he wrote on a note pad. Finished, he laid it on the desk and stood up to wrap me in an embrace. His tongue parted my lips and I moaned loudly as an undeniable passion coursed through me.
His kiss locked to me as he backed me toward the desk, and came over me. I arched backward onto the desk with my feet on the floor as before. He released the kiss and stepped back. I lifted my skirt, as he undid his pants. He came toward me and I lifted to receive him. I was surprisingly tight. He entered me firmly, and I immediately climaxed as I had never climaxed in all my dreams. I shook from head to toe. I grabbed for his neck and buried my tongue in his mouth.
Five long strokes into my body and he unloaded deep in me again.
Finished for the second time, he kissed me, stood up, and helped me back to my feet. My skirt fell back into place. He hugged me almost childlike and then stepped back with a warm smile. He zipped up all the time smiling at me,
"We are both the same "type" for sure, Caroline. You and I are going to get on fine. We’re going to make this an adventure for sure."
A strange euphoria overtook me.
I looked directly at him.
"Thank you for everything."
He smiled, kissed me directly on the lips, hugged me tightly, turned and went out the door.
I was alone in the security office.
It took several minutes for me to get gathered together. My panties were gone. My hair was a mess. I worked briefly to straighten my baggy dress. I felt damp down below but very good. No pain, just a surprising sensitivity, and a definite new mysterious yearning...almost loneliness.
I went over to the desk to get the note.
It told me where my Doctor appointment would be. I was to be there tomorrow night. My euphoria turned to outright joy. The solution was in my hand.
The Mallmart was very busy. The security supervisor was right outside the little office, but he only got a glance as frumpy me with my hair in all direction headed out to the parking lot. I didn’t care about a thing. I was walking on air.
My Mustang ran smoother. My heart was so much lighter. There was light at the end of the tunnel for Caroline. I knew there were ways to resolve this. I had looked everything up on the PC. I had a Doctor now. I had an appointment. I knew it was expensive, but I had that covered too. I had the support of that security guard and I had a new friend in Bobby.
I could have kissed that big black security guy for getting this all set up, but then the wild thought crossed my mind...I had kissed him ROYALLY. Not only did I still carry the result of his first "kiss" within me, but now I was carrying even more of him in my body as well. That man had been well "kissed".
Interesting, as I drove along a strange thought came into my mind. Why did they not let me wear my panties home? Then a light bulb came on…evidence! A woman in Washington proved that evidence lasts a lot longer on clothing.
But even without the panties this time I was not making a mess. I had just had sex with two guys, both climaxed deep inside me several times, but my body had firmly retaining everything somewhere deep within me. Sure I could feel dampness, but it was under control, not all over the seat. I was not setting in a pool.
Strange things were happening within my body and my mind.
As I drove the slightest movement of my legs sent a hollow feeling into my lower tummy. It was this new yearning. A physical sensation down there which confirmed all the new found contradictions I was experiencing were not just mental aberration.