Logan Lee’s Best of 2011
By Logan Lee
Rev 1.0
Copyright Logan Lee 2011
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Logan Lee’s Best of 2011
From the Author - I wanted to take the opportunity to briefly thank you for reading my work. If you like these stories then please take a look at some of my other ones. I’ll keep writing as long as you keep reading! I love to hear from readers and can’t get enough constructive criticism and praise. Since I’ve started publishing online I can’t tell you how much I’ve learned about giving the writers that you like praise. One of the biggest rules of writing is to have a thick skin, but sometimes it gets hard and all it takes is one email from someone letting you know that they read your work and liked it to get you motivated enough to write the next story.
This is a collection of what I consider my five best from all of 2011, so yes, I know that all five of these have been previously published. I decided to not include any brand new ones in here because it would be forcing people to pay for things that they already read in order to get that one new one. That just doesn’t seem fair to me. These five stories are not the ones that sold best, or the ones that seemed to get the most interest necessarily. These are the five stories that I personally like the best for various reasons. One of them, Jenn’s Story, actually sold very poorly but it is still one of my favorites.
That said, enjoy.
Logan Lee
Table of Contents
1) Shoplifters
3) I Can’t Help That I’m A Slut (Part 1)
4) Jenn’s Story
5) How My Revenge Backfired
Shoplifters
By Logan Lee
Rev 1.0
Copyright Logan Lee 2011
I work at Wal-Mart. It isn’t a glamorous job by any means but it suits me since I’m lazy for one, and two, it lets me rough people up every once in a while. You see, I’m what they call a “Loss Prevention Associate.” Everyone at Wal-Mart is called an “Associate” for some reason, like we’re partners or something equally ridiculous.
Anyway, I catch shoplifters is what “Loss Prevention” means. I walk around all day wearing whatever I want and talking on my cell phone looking for suspicious people and then I follow them through the store waiting for them to try to take something. After a while you get pretty good at telling who is going to steal and who isn’t. At my store we catch anywhere from one person to ten people a day depending on the day of the week and whether or not we’re just getting lucky that day.
Since it’s a 24 hour store but the place is pretty dead overnight during the week we only end up having loss prevention work overnight on the weekends when we get lots of drunks and young kids in. I always volunteer to work the overnight shifts since I get to be alone and work however I want. Sometimes I’ll spend ninety percent of the night just sitting in the office and watching the cameras hardly ever walking around on the floor at all. Other times I’ll spend ninety percent of the night walking around on the floor and talking on the phone to some girl or another that I know. What can I say; I’m a pretty normal twenty four year old guy.
I’m about six foot two inches and two hundred pounds. I’m in good shape and lift weights at least a few days a week. I even go running on occasion although cardio isn’t really my thing for the most part. I think . . . no, I know that all of that is partly why they hired me. You would be surprised at the number of people that either try to run, or try to fight or both when they get caught at the door shoplifting. I have dark brown hair and brown eyes and I shave every day since my beard grows in a little patchy. I wouldn’t say that I have movie star good looks or anything but I’m definitely not bad looking.
One night about six months ago, I think it was a Friday, I was working alone and it was just after midnight. I had come in at eleven p.m. and was supposed to be on the clock until seven in the morning. I was walking around on the floor when I saw a young Hispanic girl walking alone into the women’s cosmetics section. Young women in our store walking around alone in cosmetics and the jewelry were usually pretty good bets on someone trying to steal something. It was too easy for them to pick a little set of ear rings off the card board backing and drop it into their purse or a tube of lip stick. Catching them never amounted to much as far as the dollar amount on my stops for the month, but at least I could say that I caught someone on my shift f it was that slow.
This particular girl looked like she was about sixteen and I was hoping that she was at least legal since it was after midnight. I couldn’t follow her into cosmetics without it seeming pretty obvious since I am a guy after all. But the books and magazines were across the central aisle from there and I could hide across the aisle and watch her from behind the racks over there.
She was in pink thong flip flops and a set of very short light blue Victoria’s Secret shorts that said “Pink” across her butt. It was a nice ass too, connected to a pair of nice hips. She had a little white tank top on that came down in a V over her breasts. They weren’t huge tits for sure, but they looked pretty damn big on her five foot one, hundred pounds soaking wet frame. I think that the only thing big about her was her ass and tits and those were only big because the rest of her was so small. She had long black hair that fell down to the middle of her back.
If you haven’t been able to tell, I also liked this job because it let me stalk hot women around the store and I could always come up with some reason as to why I was following them in particular. What better job could a hormone crazed guy in his early twenties want right?
I was about to give up and move on, just start walking around the store in boredom again when I saw her start looking around in an obviously suspicious way to make sure that she was alone. She looked right past where I was hiding behind the end of an aisle about fifty feet away and then just like it was nothing she dropped the tube of lipstick that was in her hand into her purse.
People will say that once you steal or once you murder that the hard part is over. I believe it, after that she moved much faster dropping a few other tubes of lipstick into her purse, then getting some other small items. I don’t even really know what they’re all called since I’m a guy. I know that the total dollar amount of everything that she took couldn’t have been more than fifty dollars.
Finally she started moving towards the door. She was walking in as near a perfectly straight line as she could through the store and so as she was walking I fell in line behind her. As she made her way to the door I closed the gap between us which wasn’t hard since she was so much shorter and her casual walking pace was so much slower than mine. I stuck my hands inside of my jacket pocket and acted like I was just leaving the store like a normal customer timing my walk so that I was only a step behind her as she made it to the outer doors of the store.
The automatic doors slid open for her and just as she entered the doorway I reached out and grabbed her by the arm spinning her to face me. The spinning her to face me was too easy since she whirled that direction anyway. I was taken aback by how beautiful her dark brown, almost black eyes were. The eyeshadow and mascara that she wore gave her an exotic look, almost like an Egyptian woman from an old movie. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights and she stared at me for a brief second before she tried to pull away from me. It wouldn’t work; I had to be near double her body weight and a foot taller than her.
I grabbed her with my other hand and bent her arm behind her back until she started standing up on her tip toes from the pain. We weren’t supposed to use force like this, which was another reason that I liked working late at night and alone. My boss would have had a fit if he had been here to see me do that.
“Don’t struggle or this is going to be worse. I’m going to have to call the Police if you don’t come along willingly.” I had to call the Police anyway for anything over twenty five dollars which I’m pretty sure this was but she didn’t need to know that. That was when I realized this was getting much more complicated than a normal stop, she started rambling in Spanish.
“Policia? No Policia.” There was a lot more but I didn’t understand any of it other than Policia and no. I sighed and pushed her along in front of me towards our office in the front of the store. She was at least coming along willingly now but the whole way to the office she was rambling on in Spanish about God only knows what.
When we got to the office I opened the door with one hand and then half pushed and half pulled her into the small room ahead of me. Once she was inside I came in and shut the door behind me. Locking the deadbolt on the door I pushed her ahead of me towards the bench along the far wall. We needed a bench because believe it or not there were times when we caught either whole groups of kids or whole families all stealing.
She didn’t stop rambling on in Spanish until after I made her sit down on the bench nearest the computer where I would sit and enter all of her information. Once she was sitting though she started crying and the sight of tears running down her face somehow turned me on in a way that was totally unexpected. As I watched the tears start to smear her already dark and sexy makeup around her eyes I felt my dick start to harden in my pants . . . and that’s when possibly the best or the worst idea in my life started to form. Since I haven’t been caught yet though I’m thinking that it’s the best.
I grabbed her purse and I dumped it out onto the desk. There was the normal assortment of women’s items and things you would expect in it - with the exception of there being far too much makeup and no identification.
The office in the front of the store where we processed the people that we caught had no camera in it. I don’t know if it was an oversight of the store designers or the security people or if someone had left it out on purpose. Most likely it had been something that had been cut because it would have cost more money and let’s face it, corporations are always looking to save money and cut out unnecessary expenditures. Whatever it was, I am so very thankful that they don’t have one.
I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet and then took out my driver’s license. Holding it up for her to see I gestured at her and then made a “give me” gesture a few times. She stared at me with a blank look and then she said “No tengo ninguna identificación.” I didn’t need to speak Spanish to figure out near enough what that meant.
“Ah, too bad,” I said shaking my head, “Now I have to call the Policia.”
She started crying again and rambling on in Spanish with a whole lot of “Policia,” “No,” and “Por favor” which I think if I remember right someone told me means “please.” I smiled and pulled out my cell phone and acted like I was dialing on it and then said “Police . . .” but that was all I got out before she practically fell off the bench onto the floor in front of me in a heap and was bawling at the top of her lungs. I was a little worried that one of the other store employees was going to hear her and so I had to move fast. I jumped out of my chair and grabbed her pulling her around to face me and getting her attention. Once she was facing me I cupped her face with my right hand and leaned forward to kiss her on her forehead. I held the kiss for a moment and breathed in deeply, enjoying the scent of her skin and her hair. Her skin smelled like flowers, definitely some kind of girlie body wash and her hair smelled like . . . strawberries.
As I pulled away from her the look on her face was one of confusion. I stood there in front of her. She was literally at my feet on the floor and we were looking into each other’s eyes. She was distracted though by my hands as I brought them around to the button of my jeans. I unsnapped the button and smiled at her. She didn’t look confused anymore. The terrified look was back on her face but this time it was slightly different. Her eyes never left my crotch as I slowly unzipped my pants and then pulled them and my underwear down over my hips letting my cock spring free.
Her eyes grew huge when she saw it half flop and half spring out of my boxer briefs. I couldn’t help but smile at the size of her eyes. She had those absolutely huge eyes that men just get lost staring at and they were stuck staring at my cock. I loved the power that I had in this situation. I had never really been the dominant type but right then at that moment I was wondering if this wasn’t something that I was going to really get into.
My dick was bigger than average in length at about eight inches, but the impressive part was that it was hugely thick. It was thick enough that in high school the two girls whose virginity I had taken had both cried and screamed. One of them had bit down on my shoulder so hard that I had screamed and almost punched her. It wasn’t quite as thick as a coke can but it was damn close and the part that turned some women on and disgusted others . . . I was uncircumcised as the day I was born.
The sheer size of my cock combined with the fact that I was uncircumcised definitely made it a sight to behold for most of the women I’d been with. This one was no exception. Although I have to admit, I wasn’t even sure that she had seen a cock before due to the language barrier. Either way, she was staring at it like it was a bearded lady. She was either amazed by it or just had no idea what to do with it and if that was the case I would be more than happy to show her.
I gestured to my dick and said one word “Policia.” It had the intended effect. She started to crawl forward across the floor toward me. As she reached my feet she sat back on her heels and then looking back and forth between my dick and my face she reached up wrapping her hand around the shaft of my cock. The worried look on her pretty face and her raccoon eyes from her crying combined to make the whole experience that much more enjoyable for me. I was struck by how dark the skin of her hand was in comparison to the pink skin of my cock.
She gently stroked it back and forth with her left hand as she wiped the tears away from her eyes and tucked her hair behind her ears with her right hand. Then she took it in both of her hands looking up at my smiling face for a moment before she leaned forward and took my cock into her warm mouth. She wasn’t very eager about what she was doing but she was a natural. I never once felt teeth and that’s saying something for as thick as my cock is. I reached out with one of my hands and I gently stroked the back of her head as I moaned in pleasure.
I don’t know if she was starting to like it more or if she had just decided that making me cum would be the fastest way out of this situation but she was starting to at least act like she was enjoying it. She held my cock up out of her way while she licked my hairy balls and gently sucked on each of them, taking them all he way into her mouth and running her tongue over them one at a time. Then she licked all the way up the underside of my shaft and took my dick back into her mouth.
I spread my legs a little farther apart then and I tightened my grip on the back of her head pulling her mouth farther down onto my dick. I felt it when she almost gagged but she stiffened up and prevented me from going too far down her throat. There was no way she could stop it though. I wanted to throat fuck her. This was my chance to do anything that I wanted to a woman and she wouldn’t dare say no. I brought my other hand to the back of her head and now with both hands I began to pull her mouth onto my cock and thrust forward with my hips at the same time.
I felt her throat tighten up around my cock and it made me gasp. When she chocked and gagged it felt indescribable. I would pull out of her throat until only the head of my cock was still in her mouth and then I would drive forward again, slowly but unstoppably. She pushed against my thighs and tried to pull her mouth off of my cock as much as she could but she just wasn’t strong enough.
After a while I knew that if I didn’t stop I was going to cum and that would ruin the fun this early since there was so much more that I wanted to do with her and to her. I drove into her throat one last time deeper and more forcefully than I had yet and I held it there until I could feel her gagging and choking, I could feel the panic setting in at not being able to breathe and just when I thought it had reached it’s max I let go of her. She fell backwards onto the ground with spit running down her chin and fresh tears smearing her makeup from choking on my cock.
While she lay there on her back, holding herself up with her elbows I took my shoes off and then pulled my pants and underwear completely off, setting them on the desk. I walked towards her while I stroked my cock. She started talking quickly in Spanish again but all it made me do was smile since she may as well have been speaking Chinese for all I could understand her.
I bent over and grabbed her by both arms pulling her to her feet. I pushed her ahead of me and spun her around until she was facing the wall with the edge of the bench immediately to her right. She placed both of her hands on the wall to keep from being crushed against it. Starting just under her arms I ran my hands down her sides and over her hips. I felt her round firm ass through her jeans and then I traced the top of her jeans around to the front with both of my hands until I found her button. I unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. I pulled them down over her hips forcing her to stick her butt out towards me as I did it.
I bent over at the waist and pulled her shoes off. She had the prettiest little feet with dark red toenails. She kept very good care of her feet. There was a part of me that had always been fascinated by women's feet. Maybe if there was time after the main event I could have some fun with that too. While I was down there I pulled her pants the rest of the way down her legs and over her feet.