The Devils Fruit🍒: Robbery in Progress

I was looking stupidly at the refreshment aisle in a convenient store when suddenly, I dropped into a robbery in process. Another kid and I hid in the closet and others scattered towards the back door. The closet door locked from the inside, we thought that was strange, so locked the door we did, and waited for the rescue or the screams. Several bottles broke. Tiers of perfectly  organized snacks strewed about from the person holding up the place up, one would image or, from the gunshots we heard as well, who knew. I figured...if we are going to die today, I'd rather kiss this boy in the closet cleaning supplies than to be subjected to bullets or humiliation. The boy must have felt the same because when we locked eyes, our lips met. His kiss tasted of fear and longing. I met his higher self while we carefully made out in a locked closet, from the inside, while a full on robbery and gunshots were in progress. 

 

His hands slowly traced the sides of my body, drawing his thumbs to my nipples meeting his first fingers in a twisting maneuver simultaneously gripping my mouth-safe breasts downwardly. I almost lost myself as well as where we were, if not for the loud screams getting closer to our vicinity. His gaze drowned out the sounds plastering the wood door haphazardly shielding us from the robbery in progress. 

 He slide his hand up my skirt, revealing I had not a stitch on, gushing like a river, my eyes rolled back into my head. I could feel his satisfaction. The closet became warm and steamy. His gaze never breaking. His hand is the pied piper and my solo is about to begin. He lifts one leg over his shoulder as he carefully crouches down then, uses the same methods to receive the other leg hoisting my body against the wood. The young man bent down on his knees tasting me on the way down while his right middle fingers filled my mouth and continued to pinch my nipple with his left simultaneously mouth raping me with incredible pleasure. 

The heat continued to rise in the closet, in the convenient store, during a robbery, while receiving pleasure in a closet. He lowered my body from his face to sit upon his fat cock, descending slowly. Eyes never seem to stray from my own. His discovery of my excitement made me produce more honey and it began to drip down my legs. When he entered me, just the tip mind you, I could not control my gasp. We were afraid people heard us. We were afraid we would be found. We were afraid that this was our last moment.  

He sat me firmly upon his lap and waited for me to breathe out. The breath caught in the closet collected dust hidden in the anticipation of what air we had in that closet. With his left hand, he held my hair.  With his right hand, he held down my right shoulder firmly,  injecting his fat cock inside me. She pulsates around him tightly. I bite my lip hard. He kissed my mouth softly, never loosing my eye sight. His gaze soft, warm and inviting. Honey dripped all over his lap and further. I responded in kind gyrating for more of his pleasure. The young man's controlled gave in when he felt me begin to quiver. My heart rate quickened. My breath, a hallowed since of deep pleasure. He released at my surrender and couldn't stop kissing me until he was satisfied with a few more eruptions. I couldn't help but move my hips in his lap trying to coax more of the ecstasy. His hips matched my own savoring every pulse and twitch provided. A smile from his eyes dazzled across his face prompting him to bite my lip playfully even though we were in a tight space hiding from a fate.

We knelt there admiring the freedom we shared with one another without judgements. We allowed silence to hang in the rafters waiting for another sign the chaos has continued or that it was over. And, with a side look from me in that closet sent a reality back into our now present knowing. We waited to hear sirens in the distance racing towards our direction, assuming. That's when he kissed my cheek and placed his hand up my skirt again, finger fucking me. Breathing heavily onto the back of my neck, ear and hair. The young man began to touch that fat dick eagerly as if to say he had not finished and wanted more. Wild with excitement and adrenaline, I began to overflow onto his fingers. Glistening in the closet of a convenient store. The young man stood us both up, spun me around and shoved his fat cock into me from behind. He made me squat down a bit, with what little room we had in the closet, lift my hips towards the ceiling and bounce on his cock really hard. He wanted to hear his balls slap against all that wetness making sticky strings. He pulled my hair then placed his hands on my throat, staring into my right eye when he slowly turned my face towards his darling me to make a sound so that he may continue his deep giving in the face of peril. The young man etched my eruption one after another playing with fire, during a robbery, with a stranger, having the best sex of my existence.

Silence fell to the room which made the young man stop mid stroke. Sirens from a distance closing in fast. The sounds of shuffling feet and fallen goods being kicked around let us know that the real danger had gone. The release of breath that was held for far too long escaped both our mouths. The young man looks at me, slides his fat cock into me, again, slowly. He stares into my eyes waiting for my approval, I didn't hesitate. I began to move my hips slowly on his lap trying to find that magic spot he touched before. "my name is Michael, by the by", he said in a soft low deep resonating voice. "Delilah", I said casually in kind. And, for the next few minutes we resumed our robbery closet sex until authorities arrived to give them a statement.