5 Stages of Kleptomania Grief

Years ago, Dinah Lee had wronged Ethan Law, the Loss Prevention Officer in this departmental store, by falsely accusing him of molesting her after he caught her shoplifting. This time round, it was him who falsely accused her of stealing something expensive when she only stole a cheap lipstick. He even blackmailed her.

She was fuming as she crept out of the store, dressed in preteen clothes one size too small for her. She risked getting kicked out of the University if she was caught committing a crime, even if that crime was merely stealing something worth two dollars. In exchange for her freedom, Ethan got a blowjob and licked her cute little pussy, both done to completion and to her embarrassment. An escort of her looks and age would have charged hundreds of dollars per hour.

Regardless, she needed to get back home as quickly as possible. In those clothes Ethan made her wear, she looked both ridiculous and sexualized.

As soon as she stepped past the electronic anti-theft gates, the alarm blared out loud. A couple of customers previously occupied with examining other goods, looked up to see this blushing girl in her early twenties, disheveled hair and showing off her suggestive curves.

Dinah timidly stood still when a portly-looking woman dressed in a light grey uniform stepped up instantly. Her name tag reads "Leah", and she had to be part of the security firm hired by the departmental store.

Leah snorted at Dinah's appearance but quickly resumed investigating the alarm. She briefly pulled up Dinah's pink top and examined the hidden security tag underneath to confirm her clothes were not paid for. The girl was startled, embarrassed by having her bra publicly exposed at that moment. That had never ever happened to her.

Leah then brusquely escorted her to the security office just outside of the store. She made the young woman walk in front, giving her directions occasionally. Dinah looked down as she walked, her face tingled with shame for being dressed like some whorish-looking teen and caught in full view of the public. At the same time, she was still seething in anger - It seemed Ethan gotten her into trouble again.

Dinah stepped into the office, and wrapped her arms around her from the coldness and silence of the room. A man wearing the same uniform as Leah was seated next to a row of monitor screens, monitoring various activities across the store.

Leah promptly walked out, leaving the two alone together.

This man looked middle-aged, sporting balding grey hair. He locked the door before turning his attention to Dinah, who winced inwardly. She wasn't a complete stranger to older men's stares, but none of them were overtly lustful as this guy's leer.

He introduced himself as Asher. The security monitoring room was soundproof with windows blacked out and shut tight. That would prevent all but the loudest of noises inside the room from going out, perfect for shady activities.

"Well, what do you have to say about yourself, little girl," Asher asked as he pressed a couple of controls that started up one of the prior blank monitors.

"You see, one of your colleagues gave me..." She began to explain.

"Hold on," Asher promptly held his hand up before he directed her attention to the monitor screen that looked in the midst of processing some files.

"Just wait a minute. Take a look."

Dinah had a sinking feeling when she saw a video of a changing room. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw herself and Ethan entering. It was obvious that Asher had captured a video of her sex act transaction with Ethan.

Dinah had enough.

"That asshole framed me for stealing something which I did not, and then made me do... That. He made me wear these stupid clothes. I am fucking innocent!"

"All I know is you walked out wearing clothes you did not pay for. My colleague did not force you not to pay, did he?"

"What part of framing me don't you understand?" Dinah fumed, ignoring his question.

"Ethan sent me a message saying that he caught you stealing those clothes and you said that in exchange for letting you go, you would do something for him," Asher smugly shoved the screen with that message onto Dinah's face.

"That's a fucking lie!"

"Everyone including our staff saw you walking out wearing clothes you did not pay for. There's also video evidence of you sucking cock in exchange for letting you go. That's a fact."

"You know what? I suppose I can let you go too, if you can make it worth my while," Asher asked as he stared not at her face but at her young luscious body.

Dinah's fists clenched. She just sunk deeper into Ethan's trap. It was obvious what Asher wanted, but she was in no mood for a 2nd blackmail on the same day.

"No, fuck you."

"Exactly. Strip."

"I'm not doing that."

"Dinah Lee, that's your name, right? Ethan told me you are a repeat offender. Which means you would be in deep trouble if I report this to the police. Also, I wonder what your boyfriend and your University's friends would think of you if they saw this video of you sucking cock."

Dinah froze. How much of her personal life Ethan knew, and how much of that had been shared with his colleague?

"Let's make this easier for you. How about just doing a nice striptease for me? In exchange for that, I promise not to leak this video to the public."

"If I do that, will you delete the video?"

"Sure, I will delete it from the company's archives, but I will still upload a copy to my, ahem, personal collection of videos. I won't leak these to the public," Asher chuckled.

"Fine," she spat.

"Remember, strip-TEASE," Asher reminded her. The glare from her smouldering eyes did little to hide her beauty.

She took a deep breath and began gyrating around clumsily. Her hands slowly slid down her luscious thighs, then her to her feet as she took off her shoes. She struggled with loosening those tight kiddy clothes, but she still tried those slow seductive moves she could think of, unbuttoned those tight shorts and pulled them down, followed by barely pulling off that pink top without tearing it.

Every time she dropped an article of clothing, Asher would pick it up for "safekeeping".

"Be careful, these are not cheap," Asher teased. He also took out his phone and started taking photos of her stripping.

"Hey what the hell are you doing?" Dinah cried out as she covered herself instinctively from Asher's camera shots.

"I promise not to leak your sex scandal to the public, I did not promise not to take more photos for myself."

She gritted her teeth. Even as her face burned from shame, she took off her bra and panties. She was once again naked, this time before a man probably twice her age and with him taking countless photos of her.

"Happy?" She asked, her hands on her hips as she pouted with a sullen expression. She almost looked like some hot naked goddess. A photo of her was taken in this pose.

Asher took a deep breath at the sight.

"Yes... Well. I have confiscated your clothes since you did not pay for them. Now you are free to go."

"But the bra and panties are mine!"

"Too bad. How about this then: If I get to bang you, you get your clothes back and you are free to go, how about that?" Asher offered as he began to unbutton his uniform.

"I can't..."

"Cool. Feel free to walk out naked in public," Asher dismissively replied.

"This... Is... not fair," Dinah fought back tears as she trembled in indignation. She stole something worthless and these men framed her for bigger theft just to take advantage of her. All because of her fear of being exposed as a thrill-seeking kleptomaniac and given a sentence which would ruin the rest of her life.

"Life's not fair, come on, you stole those clothes. Either you face the law or you face me, what would be your choice?"

Will she let her anger get the better of her and let her efforts so far go to waste, or will she give in further to keep her secret safe?

"Fine, let's fuck," She looked away with a defeated tone.

Asher fully stripped, bearing an ugly smile. He had a beer gut and unshaved almost all over face - And body. Asher almost made the unremarkable-looking Ethan Law look like prince charming.

"Let's start with a blowjob. Then I get to fuck that nice-looking cunt," he commanded as he stood up, towering over her expectantly like a master before his slave.

The defeated girl dropped to her knees and began sucking her second cock of the day. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out all the visuals and thoughts that showed how low she had fallen so far.

"Oh yes... If you can't do the time, don't do the crime," Asher sighed as he savoured making this bitch submit to him. His tool got rock hard and almost pulsating, which was a cue for him to pull out of her mouth.

"Get up, bend over and put your hands on the wall," he motioned the girl to one of the walls with a shut window, just next to the door.

That was when Dinah's nerves cracked again.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this, please let me just blow you, I will even let you cum in my mouth," She offered.

"The deal was for a fuckjob, and a fuckjob I will get," Asher remained rock hard, frenzy with desire as he jumped on her.

He pushed her towards the wall. Dinah did all she could to avoid slamming her face on the wall by holding on to the ledge of the window. In turn, Asher grabbed her hips, kicking her legs apart. He quickly shoved his cock in her warm tight pussy and began raping her.

"No stop, you can't do this! This is wrong!" Dinah protested at the man pounding her from behind.

Dinah had a limited sex life, and Asher was merely the second man to fuck her, a much older and unattractive one at that too.

"Ha, miss, your cunt is already wet and smooth, I guess Ethan got you ready for me," Asher remarked, ignoring her pleas.

"Asshole, I will report you to the police!" She shouted, only to realize the stupidity of that statement. She was still trying to ignore the pleasurable sensations that once again returned to her clit and pussy.

Asher took a few seconds out of fucking her to unlock the window in front of her. It gave a pop sound. She gasped. It was still closed, but the resulting faint background sound indicated the room was no longer soundproof. Now, any moans that were too loud may risk leaking out and being in earshot of anyone walking past this office.

"Go ahead, open the windows and scream. Let everyone know you are one slutty thief. Let's see if life in jail is better for you," Asher challenged as he continued leisurely banging her.

She shut her mouth and endured getting fucked.

Asher helped himself to her tight body, massaging and gently pinching her nipples, making her squirm, sending more sensations to her soon to be overflowing pussy.

She still hated it, even as her face and breathing showed her enjoying getting violated by someone she just met minutes earlier.

It was then an involuntary gasp escaped her lips as he gave her a particularly hard thrust.

"Oh, little slut Dinah enjoyed my cock reaming her out! You want me to open the windows so people can hear you better?"

"No!" Was all she could reply as she did her best to hold back her other moans.

"My sweet young slut don't want people to know? So can you just tell me you like getting fucked?"

Dinah bit her lips and remained in silence, not wanting to encourage Asher.

But these feelings of lust were not quite the same as what she felt when she gave in to peer pressure and engaged in sex with her ex-boyfriend.

The thrill of fucking with her risking getting caught. A compulsion she enjoyed even though she knew how wrong it was.

It almost felt like... Her tending to her own kleptomaniac urges?

But unlike that fleeting urge of stealing that goes away quickly, her getting forcibly fucked by someone not her lover was getting her pussy steadily aroused, hard stroke after hard stroke.

It was as if Asher knew it, as he chuckled, and began pounding her with even more intense thrusts, his ragged breaths a counterpoint to her increasingly uncontrollable gasps.

"Maybe... I'll just open the window... let everyone know..." He gasped as he gradually pushed Dinah towards her own climax.

"No..." Dinah barely responded sensibly.

"No...? Tell me you slut... Do you love my cock?"

Close to the edge, Dinah's anger and pride finally crumbled. She gave in to her sexual urges just like she always gave in to her kleptomaniac urges.

"Alright! Alright! I love it! Oh god! God god!" Dinah's reserved gasps became uninhibited groans.

Balls deep in her, Asher repeated his question, this time whispering in her ear while she braced for yet another stroke.

"So my dear little slut Dinah wants me fuck her brains out?"

"Yes, yes, yes, please... Don't stop!"

Asher complied and pounded her with full force.

She climaxed for the second time today, one that was stronger than the first, and still one she was ashamed of. She was after all getting her thrills off the risk of getting caught this way. She was still begging Asher not to stop when he too moaned out loud and finished deep inside of her.

Only when her own orgasm faded was she shocked that he came inside of her unprotected.

She had to prepare for another shock when the door was unlocked from the outside. Leah quickly stepped in and hushed them, locking up and soundproofing the window again.

"We still need this job okay?" Leah gave the sheepish Asher a dope slap and hissed at him.

"I don't care if from time to time you fuck these little whores here. But some of us outside can hear her moan!"

Dinah's face turned bright red at the realization that some people outside knew.

Leah was now staring at the naked girl.

"Anyway, my turn, whore," Leah grunted with a smile showing her unrestrained lust.

Dinah took a step back when Leah undressed too.

The problem was that Dinah herself wasn't a lesbian.

It did not matter to Leah, who laid down on the floor while Asher forced Dinah to get on top of Leah, the opposite way in a 69-orientation.

"Get going, whore, lick me," Leah's hoarse voice instructed before she began licking Dinah's just-defiled pussy, making the pretty girl gasp again.

Dinah was red-faced. It felt just as wrong as her getting fucked earlier on. She could not have known this security lady was such a freak that she loved cleaning a girl's pussy which had just been filled with cum.

She was sure Leah wouldn't let her go until both of them had orgasmed, so Dinah suffered one last act of humiliation of the day, where she lowered her head and shoved her tongue into the older woman's hairy cunt and began pleasuring her.

The two women held each other's hips and focused on licking each other. It wasn't long but Leah eventually made a guttural moan as her cunt juices splashed out onto Dinah's cute face and tongue, while Dinah herself could not help but shudder once more, making one final ecstatic cry as she got licked to a third, this time more gentle climax.

The two security personnel got dressed, while Dinah remained slumped on the floor in a daze until she was reminded to get dressed too. Asher kept her bras and panties as a souvenir, but she was too tired to retort as she departed the office with the shape of her nipples visible through that thin top and a dark wet patch soaking the bottom of her shorts.

Dinah's head looked down during the entirety of her train journey home, for she could not bear to know which stranger paid attention to her sexy curves. Back home, she took a shower and gently felt up her used cunt, which was still sensitive and desperate for more.

When done, she saw WhatsApp messages from an unknown number on her phone.

That turned out to be from Ethan, the source of her current woes.

"Hello Dinah. How was your second rehabilitation session? You probably hate me now, but I hope you learn something about yourself. By this Sunday, you will willingly beg for more of us. Get ready for a long day tomorrow, I will be passing you instructions in a short while. Reply each time you read for acknowledgement. Remember, I CAN still report you to the police," the messages read.

It was clear Asher's blackmail this afternoon was part of the plan too.

She recalled Ethan mentioning his big plans for her. What did he mean by making her more willing? And what did he want from her on Saturday?

Something about this whole revenge thing doesn't make sense as she pondered on it. She waited for his next requests, and from there she hoped to find a way to escape his trap.

Meanwhile Dinah resisted the urge to rub herself to yet another climax, and fell asleep almost immediately after her exhausted ass hit the bed.