Shoplifting Has Its Consequences
Copyright© 2025 by Rachel 42
Chapter 27: Busted
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 27: Busted - A young teen is caught shoplifting and pays the price.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Blackmail Fiction True Story Incest First Masturbation Petting Squirting
I woke up the next morning with Bob close to me, I was falling for the guy that I wanted to keep a safe distance from, not because of anything he had ever done, but because of the things I had done. He deserved so much more and so much better than to fall for a slut that was willing to spread her legs for anybody willing to give me a few dollars.
I looked at Bob, and without hesitation I leaned over and kissed him on his lips and then I let my hand slide down to his cock, he wasn’t hard, but he wasn’t far from it either. I slowly began stroking his cock until it did get nice and hard for me. I then decided that Bob deserved a morning blowjob. I moved my head down to his pelvis and still holding onto his hard cock I guided it directly into my mouth, I let my hand slip down to his ball sack as I took his cock fully into my mouth. I sucked on it passionately and fondled his balls at the same time.
Bob showed his horniness, he was moaning, and he was stiffening his body for me. I loved the way he always reacted to any kind of sex that I gave him. I stopped sucking his cock for a few seconds to tell him that it would be okay if he were to cum in mouth and that I would swallow every drop of his cum. That got Bob even hornier than he already was. I moved my hand to his butt and played gently around the rim of his ass, his reaction was predictable and just what I expected and wanted. I continued sucking on his cock, bobbing up and down as he moaned more and arched his body, I knew he was close. As I played more with the rim of his ass, I heard him say: “I am going to cum Rachel, I am ready to blow my load baby.” He did, a few seconds after he gave me the warning, he filled my mouth with his warm cum, and like a good little slut, I lapped up every drop of it.
Bob was satisfied, and so was I. We laid together on the bed for several more minutes before we decided to get up, shower together and then have breakfast. After our shower we walked out to the dining room where Bob’s parents were sitting at the table drinking coffee. Bob and I helped ourselves with a cup of coffee, and we all moved out to the pool area. I loved this area, something that I never had at home, and it was nice.
Bob had thrown on a pair of pajama bottoms and wasn’t wearing a shirt, I was wearing a pair of my panties and one of his tee shirts, I was braless and my huge boobs were hanging and very noticeable. Mike had a pair of shorts and a tee shirt on while his wife was wearing a small bikini, a white outfit that made her look very sexy.
None of us went into the pool that morning, and after coffee and toast, I went into Bob’s bedroom to get dressed for the day, and then I decided that being Friday, that I would see if Bob could take me to the city to earn some cash, I knew he wouldn’t like it, but I knew that I would be going anyway, if he wouldn’t take me, then I would get on the bus and go into town to do my thing.
Bob agreed to take me to town and stay with me that night in a motel. He knew that I was going to go, so he agreed to be with me.
Later that afternoon, I found some sexy hooker gear, packed it into a small overnight bag, and Bob drove us into the big city. We checked into a motel; I got changed and was ready to go to work. I had a low-cut black top that showed a lot of my cleavage helped by a black push up bra, I also had a very short skirt, barely above my pussy, and a tiny black thong. I knew I looked good enough to be picked up by the many guys’ looking to cheat on their wives or girlfriends, and by the older dudes that just needed to get their rocks off.
The night started out great, within ten minutes a middle-aged man asked me for a blowjob. I did it in about ten minutes and got paid fifty bucks for it. The second guy was much younger, probably in his twenties. He wanted half and half, and we did it in the back seat of his car. He didn’t say much, just that he was married but he and his wife were not getting along and divorce looked like how that relationship was going to end. I sucked his cock for a few minutes, and then he got on and fucked me, I have to admit, that he was a pretty good lover, he made me feel good, and I felt even better about the hundred bucks he had paid me for my time.
The third guy that night just wanted a quickie, I charged him sixty bucks, and I lifted my skirt and removed my thong and got on him as he sat in the passenger seat of his car. I bounced on his hard cock for a few minutes before he told me that he was about to cum in me. He used a condom, so it was hard for me to tell when he had blown his load. Anyway, he was happy, I pulled my thong back on and pulled my skirt down as far as it went and headed back out to the street.
So far, so good, three tricks, and two hundred and ten bucks earned. Maybe I should call it a night, of course I didn’t even consider calling it a night, but instead I thought of how much I could make by continuing what I was doing. After all, the first three guys had only taken me a little more than an hour.
A car pulled over, and the driver asked me to get in, I got in and sat in the passenger seat and he asked me if I was working, a typical question that a lot of johns ask when propositioning a hooker. I answered him: “Yes, of course I’m working, I charge fifty for a blowjob, seventy-five for a lay and a hundred for half and half. He handed me a fifty-dollar bill, I took it and was about to put it away when he pulled out his badge. He told me that I was under arrest for soliciting.
“What does that mean?” I asked in shock.
I fucked up with this guy, just as I had with the last several guys I had hooked up with, a hooker should always ask a customer to either show you their penis or ask them to feel you up before you negotiate any prices, I had become complacent, I had never had any problems with vice cops. I had been extremely lucky every time I had come to town. But now I was busted, I was probably going to jail.
I looked at him and asked: “What can I do to get out of this, is there anything I can do?”
He looked me in the eyes; he didn’t have the look of a guy that I could use my body on to get out of this predicament. “How old are you?”
I told him my correct age: “I am sixteen.”
He looked a little shocked, and said: “Why are you doing this, why aren’t you out with a boyfriend, or at a high school dance with friends, why are you out here selling yourself, you are better than that.”
I hung my head: “I guess you just don’t understand, mom doesn’t earn enough money to feed me and my brother, and still pay the rent, my dad passed away a couple of years ago, and our life has been terrible, so I’m trying to help her out by making a little bit of money.”
He asked: “What is your name?”
“I’m Rachel.” I answered.
He then asked me: “Have you been arrested in the past for prostitution?”
I answered: “No sir, this is a first for me, and I’m scared shitless.”
He then punched my name into his computer, and I came up clean. “It looks like you are telling the truth Rachel, there is nothing on here about you at all. I feel for your story, assuming of course that you are telling me the truth, so I may be able to let you go this time, but if I do, I don’t ever want to see you out here again, do you understand that?”
“I do understand that, and I won’t do it again, I promise.” I said to him.
He stared at me for several long seconds; I could tell that he was fascinated by my boobs. I wondered if he was interested in more than just letting me go. I have seen that look before, several times, and his look told me that he really would like to at least touch them, and maybe more. At this stage of the arrest, I would do anything to get out of it, including giving him a freebee.