0 comments/ 24145 views/ 3 favorites Cat Burglar By: Shadolust Leslie was your average single girl. She'd been in some good relationships, but more not so great ones it seemed. Her day job in the city was rather boring, but it wasn't too terribly hard and the pay was good. She had been living alone since she graduated from college a year ago. Sometimes she still got scared when she went to bed at night. Leslie wasn't a particularly nervous woman, but her house was on a street that wasn't very well lit and not in the best part of town. This particular night she was very jumpy for some reason. She swore she had seen a dark figure in the kitchen window as she was turning off the lights to go to bed. As she darted for the bedroom and slammed the door behind her and locked it, a sigh of relief escaped her lips. Her heart was pounding and her mind was racing. "Did I see somebody or not? Maybe it was just a tree limb....or a stray cat....or maybe it was a serial killer!!" she thought. This was getting out of hand. "Maybe if I go to bed, I'll forget about what I saw or didn't see," she thought to herself. Leslie pulled her blouse over her head and undid her pants. She stood in front of the full length mirror on her bathroom door and admired herself for a minute. "I really do have a nice figure if I do say so myself," she whispered aloud. Her full breasts looked as if they wanted to jump right out of her bra. The cool air from the slightly open window made her nipples stand at attention and they were quite noticeable through her white silky bra. Her creamy skin looked good in the soft glow of the lamp by her bed. Finally she turned around to admire her firm, round behind. She liked the crease formed where her ass met her long thighs. She reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra and then wiggled out of her panties. The patch of hair around her pussy was neatly trimmed. One last glance and she went over to turn off the lamp and go to sleep. Seeing herself naked had gotten her mind off of what she thought she had seen earlier, but, as soon as the light went out the thoughts came rushing back. "What was that? Oh no, I'm hearing things now...." She decided the only thing that could relax herself so she could get some sleep was to masturbate. That always made her feel wonderful and the release of an orgasm left her so relaxed she couldn't help but sleep. Her luscious pink nips were already quite hard from the cold air on her exposed flesh before she'd gotten under the covers. She snaked her right hand down to her nether region as she tugged gently at her nipple with her left. Mmmm she loved the way it felt when she rolled her buttons between her thumb and forefinger. The moisture between her legs was building as was her excitement. Thoughts of the stranger came back to her in a rush. But, she wasn't scared now.....in fact, it excited her. She imagined the faceless stranger creeping in through the open window. Rubbing the side of her palm down her slit, she could see him walking over to her bed. She put two fingers in now as she was quite aroused at the thought of someone she didn't know in her bedroom without an invitation. She thumbed her clit and pushed her fingers in deeper, imagining him standing over her. A moan escaped her lips as she pleased herself with this perverse fantasy. Just as she was on the brink of that wonderful release, she heard something that jerked her back into reality in a flash. The unmistakable sound of heavy breathing rang through her ears, and it wasn't her own. Much to her horror, as she opened her eyes, a dark figure engulfed her vision. He was less than six feet away, and with his tool in hand. Her first reaction was to scream at the top of her lungs and maybe scare him away. But she noticed that he was pleasing himself and had his eyes closed. Out of morbid curiosity, she watched him. Even stranger than that, her nipples were rock hard and begging for more attention. Before she knew what she was doing, she had resumed teasing her clit and had three fingers up to the knuckles in her pussy again. Again, she moaned as she felt the tension building. When she looked back to the stranger, her eyes met his in an unbreakable stare. Lust...This was what burned in his gaze as he looked into her eyes. She stared dumbfounded at him. He continued his business, but never looked away now that he had her attention. Not knowing what to do now, she continued to fondle her pleasures. Slowly...deliberately...he started towards her. She stopped. He immediately ceased his advance. The pace of his self-enjoyment had slowed considerably though. It was as if he were pacing himself, waiting for something. She couldn't see too well for the lack of light, but she could almost make out a smile on his face. A devilish grin worked its way into her features as well. Against her best instincts, she pulled back the covers exposing her smooth flesh to the stranger. His pace quickened again. Leslie lifted her thigh and turned toward the man in the shadows now. Soft moonlight enhanced her naturally creamy skin. The stranger's head cast a shadow over the focus of his desire. She squeezed her breasts together and rubbed them lovingly. He began his approach again. Instead of stopping though, Leslie continued to caress herself. She worked her hands down her beautifully exposed stomach now. The shadow loomed larger over her now. Barely able to contain herself now, she ran a finger from the bottom of her pussy to the top, then making sweet circles on her clit. A pulse of sensation exploded as she felt his hands enclose her breasts. In her self fulfillment she had almost forgotten he was there. His delicate kneading of her breasts brought him back to her immediate thoughts. Softly, he kissed and sucked on her neck and reached down to replace her hands with his own. She gasped with pleasure. With total abandon, she pulled his head down to her breasts now. He expertly teased her nipples with his tongue and caressed her now dripping pussy with his hand. God, she hadn't felt this good in years. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. Cautiously, she removed his hand from below and looked at him. He burned with desire from within and she could sense it. Not wasting any time, she pulled him to her. The stranger sensed what she wanted and happily obliged. Her pussy ached to be filled. He slowly entered her. She almost came immediately as he pushed himself in farther and farther. Finally she had taken him all the way. Once he had himself fully enclosed, he lifted her legs up over his shoulders and leaned forward, placing his hands on her breasts again. Long, slow strokes at first, then faster, he worked his way in and out, in and out. She wouldn't last much longer this way. Her legs were up near her chest and her pussy was spread wide for him to please. He groaned as he quickened his pace. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his arms as she felt the rush of orgasm building like a volcano ready to explode. Faster and faster he went, using every inch of his manhood to explore her from within. "AHHHH!! YES YES OHHH!!!" She couldn't contain it anymore as her pussy convulsed around his organ. Just as her orgasm crescendoed, he cried out and she felt a hot explosion inside of her. He collapsed into her arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel his heart beating against her chest. It was thumping so rapidly she thought it might explode. He turned his head and kissed her deeply on the lips. Just as soon as it had begun, he stopped. He quickly jumped from the bed and fastened his trousers. She couldn't believe it! "Where was he going now?" "Wait! Don't go yet!" she pleaded. Her pleas didn't stop him though. He turned and looked at her as he reached the window. The glow of the moon silhouetted him in front of the open window. He blew her a kiss and disappeared into the night. Leslie ran to the window but saw no trace of him by the time she got there. It was as if he had never been there at all. A single tear rolled down her face. As she lay back down to try and sleep, she wondered if he really had been there or not. She got up again and went back to the window to check one more time. Nothing. She let the window down and started to lock it. With an impish grin, she decided not to... Cat Burglar My name is Carol, I rob houses. I am not your conventional break in while they are gone robber, I prefer to do it while they are there sleeping. The proverbial cat burglar, so to speak. I had been keeping tabs on little Ms. Liana for about six months now. In watching her I noticed we shared one thing in common, we are both lesbians. In the six months I have watched her, four different women crossed her thresh-hold, not once a man. I learned from the local papers that she inherited billions from a distant Uncle, she must have left an impression in his heart. She was not rich when this happened so I could only imagine the riches in that mansion. Give poor people money and they are lost at first, overwhelmed, prime for the taking. Buying things they really don’t need just because they have the money. She wasn’t working but instead enjoying her newfound wealth. She was out at all hours of the night on the weekends, but time and time again, Monday she never went anywhere and the lights were always off by 11:00 PM. Obviously Monday was her day of recuperation, so here I sit, Monday night 9:30 PM. As I sat there and waited for her lights to go out, I had to admit to myself that I was attracted to her. She was what I wanted in a woman in more ways than one, which I had found out by watching her. She was cute, and petite, just like I like them. She had shoulder length brown hair, and her eyes looked blue from the close up pictures I had taken. She was about 5’2, approximately 120 lbs. Looks alone could not reel me in, cute women who turn me on are in abundance everywhere. What really got me with her was watching her arrive home one night with a woman. My women are slaves; I am the Master that’s how it is and if they don’t like it they are quickly shown the door. She arrived home that night around 2:00 AM and instead of pulling the car all the way up the driveway she parked just inside the gates. I watched her as she got out of the driver’s side and went around to the passenger’s side and opened the door. A very tall woman, about 5’9, stepped out. She had coal black hair, cut very short. She was impeccably dressed in a black pants suit. Liana on the other hand, and much to my surprise, was only wearing black thong bikinis, a black bra, black high heel shoes and a massive black collar around her neck. As the tall stranger got out of the car she attached a leash to Liana’s collar. In the six months I had been watching her I had never seen her dressed like this. With my high powered binoculars and them being so close I had a view fit for a Queen, and I instantly felt the flood of my pussy juices. The tall stranger pulled Liana down so hard by her leash that I thought she broke her neck for sure. She pulled her to the back of the car; Liana on her knees trying to keep up with tall strangers pace. I knew she was doing this to humiliate Liana, anyone could drive up, or come out of their house, and watch, just as I was doing now. Tall stranger slapped Liana hard across the face, and I even flinched. I will slap that ass, that clit, and them nips with more then just my hand, but never do I slap my slaves across the face, ever. She pulled Liana up by her leash, grabbed her hair and slammed her face down on the trunk of the car. Then she went to the car and brought back one of the biggest dildos I had ever seen. She slapped Liana’s ass with it so hard that even I heard it, and I heard Liana scream. Liana turned around and said something to her and tall stranger slapped her again across the face, only with the dildo this time. Liana jumped off the car and I had to hold myself back from interfering. They exchanged words that I couldn’t hear and tall stranger got in her car as Liana opened the gates for her. I wanted to run to her and comfort her and tell her that I could be the Master she was looking for, but given my situation, I couldn’t do that. Instead, I watched her walk up her driveway, probably more humiliated than she had ever been in her life. The lights stayed on a long time that night, I never saw tall stranger again, and I never saw Liana dressed like that again either. Lost in my thoughts of that night two months ago the lights went out at 10:30 PM. I waited until 11:30 before I made my way over the fence into her yard. I bypassed the security system and entered her house. I knew that if I cut the phone lines it would send a signal, and her “rent a cops” would show up “just to make sure” so I manually unplugged every phone line I could find. I crept up the stairs and did the same up there. Then I checked on the slave wanna be and found her sleeping sound. I was overcome with a feeling of wanting to take her right then and there and I had to back out of the room and go back downstairs. I was getting frustrated looking downstairs, no silver, no priceless pieces of art, no damn safe concealed. I had underestimated this woman, she was frugal, a tightwad so to speak. I only hoped I would find a safe upstairs or in the basement, and if I was lucky, find something in it. I was hungry so I decided to see what little miss tightwad had in the fridge. As I was bent into the fridge the overhead lights came on, I stood up and looked her right in the eyes. She was startled, I could tell by the look on her face, but she quickly bolted non-the less. I ran after her only to find her hitting what I assumed was 911 on a phone that was unplugged. With me approaching her she placed the phone to her ear only to realize it was dead. I was on her by the time she gave a feeble attempt at hitting me with the phone. I grabbed her arms and spun her around slamming her face down into the couch. I handcuffed her wrists behind her back and placed my hand over her mouth as she started to scream. I pinned her to the couch. “If you don’t shut up, I will hurt you, if you do shut up, I won’t, the choice is yours” She nodded her head yes as if to say she would comply with my wishes. I released my hand and she started to scream, so again I placed my hand over her mouth and she bit me. I pulled my knife and placed it against her throat. She stopped screaming and I felt her body go limp with defeat. I could feel my pussy against her ass and I was getting wetter with each passing second. I whispered into her ear. “I am only here to rob you, I don’t want to hurt you but I will if you provoke me. I will bound and gag you if you keep resisting me, it is solely up to you, do you understand me?” She again nodded her head yes and I released her from my now bleeding hand. I was not happy that she had drawn blood, I was not happy about that at all. There was blood on her lips and without even thinking I wiped it off. “Look what you did to me, you little bitch, have I hurt you in any way?” She just sat there looking at me, never saying a word. “Answer me, have I hurt you?” Again she just sat there looking at me but not answering. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up off the couch. I dragged her across the living room and slammed her down into a dinning room chair. I put cuffs on her ankles and cuffed her to the chair just above the pieces of wood that would keep her from sliding the cuffs down the legs of the chair. I kept the cuffs on her wrists and attached new ones just above her elbows and attached them to the back of the chair. Then to make it complete I put a ball gag in her mouth; just to keep her quite while I searched the rest of the house. On my way out of the room I looked at her, damn she looked so good. I went back to her and slipped my hand in her silk panties, and to my amazement she was wet. I pulled my hand out and started playing with her wetness on my fingers as I looked at her and smiled. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you seem to be enjoying this.” Obviously she couldn’t respond with the gag in her mouth. She dropped her eyes to the floor and I could tell that she was trying to figure out what was happening to her. These feelings she was having towards a complete stranger, and one who could possibly do harm to her, were confusing her. I wiped my fingers off on her tee shirt, smiled at her, and headed up stairs. Leaving her sit there bound and gagged, with her thoughts of humiliation. I was in her bedroom, and still nothing to bring me riches. Don’t get me wrong, she did have some jewelry, but it was your average gold pieces that you could buy at any low-income department store. I was getting extremely frustrated at this point. All the months I had spent watching her, and nothing. I finally found her safe in the guest bedroom. I opened it and the only thing in there was paperwork that I could care less about. I was fuming with anger. I went back to her room and collected up some toys that I had found in a drawer that should have been marked my toy drawer. I took nipple clamps with rubber on them that told me that her nipples were sensitive. A butt plug that was about 7’ long. A leather strap-on and three dildos to go with it. One a double, about 7’ for the ass and 8’ for her hot pussy. Two other’s which were single’s, about 8’ and maybe 10’. I approached her with all these sex toys in my hands and her eyes widened with fear as she struggled against her restraints. I just laughed as I placed them on the dinning room table. I still had the basement to check, you just never know with a tightwad like this woman. I sat down on her lap facing her, and grabbed her hair pulling her head back. “I have found nothing of use to me in your house, except maybe you”. She had her eyes closed and was not responding in any way, so I reached down and grabbed one of her nipples in my fingers and squeezed it hard. She let out a low sound and her eyes opened. “I am going down to your basement and if I don’t find anything of valuable down there, you are going to pay the price in full”. I was still holding her head back by her hair and my lips and teeth found her neck. I licked and bit her neck. I grabbed her other nipple and squeezed it while I pulled it as far away from her body as it would go. I slid my hand down to her pussy and found that she was even wetter then she was before. I slid my finger up her slit until I found her clit and I gently started circling it. I heard a low moan escape her as I stood up. I left her sitting there in her wetness as I made my way to the basement. Although she had the ultimate party room down there, complete with pool table, pin ball machines, ping pong table, premium entertainment system, a wet bar of course, and even a small dance floor. Still there was nothing for my thieving hands. Then I found another room, all locked up like Fort Knox. My heart was pounding as I picked my way through the locks. Finally, I was going to get something I could turn into cold hard cash. I opened the door to a B/D playground. There were whips of all sizes hanging on one wall. Dildos and butt plugs of all shapes and sizes. Leather and chain restraints everywhere. Torture contraptions filled the room. Tightwad she may be, but she spared no expense for this room. Instantly, my pussy filled with juices. I was going to take this woman. To hell with the money, I wanted to be her Master; she was everything I was looking for. If I played it right, I could have both. I made my way back upstairs to her. She was drooling from her gag and sweat covered her as if she had been trying to relieve herself from her restraints. I laughed at her as I went to the kitchen to get the food that I was so rudely interrupted from getting in the first place. I feasted on some Lasagna; one of my favorites, as I sat there looking at her. The look in her eyes was one of pure anger, but the wet spot on her panties told me otherwise. I just kept chuckling that evil chuckle of mine, pissing her off even more. I finished my dinner and even took my dishes and put them in the sink. I leaned down between her legs. Took her nipples into my fingers, pinched them as I ran my thumbs across them. I slowly ran my hands down her sides until I got to her panties, which I roughly pulled off of her down to her ankles. I slid my thumb across her slit stealing her wetness to her clit as my thumb moved in circles on her clit. “Your wetness betrays you Liana. You must know that” She thrashed against her restraints and gave me a screw you look as my mouth took her clit. I sucked on it softly, slowly flicking my tongue across it. Once in awhile biting down on it with my teeth. I felt her thighs start to shake so I sucked and licked on her pussy lips. I put my tongue just inside of her pussy, teasing her more. I slid my middle finger in her, just half way and started moving it slowly in and out while I licked her perfect, sweet rosebud of an ass. She was so wet and I was consumed in her sweet taste but I had other things in mind. I stopped and sat on her lap. “I saw your room downstairs, as a matter of fact I have seen many things where you are concerned. I am going to take off your restraints and take you down to your room. As I told you before, I found nothing of use to me in your house so now you must pay that debt. Do not fight me, or you will pay greatly” With that I undid her restraints, except for the handcuffs on her wrists. She stood up and I grabbed her hair and the cuffs. “Don’t be stupid, and follow me” I lead her to the basement where I took her to some chains that hanged down from the ceiling. I attached her handcuffs to them so that her arms where spread wide and her breast were thrusting out for me. I then attached her ankle cuffs to eyebolts into the floor so that she was spread eagle for me, and ready for my taking. “I am going to take your ball gag out cause I want to hear you, and I have noticed that you have sound proofed this room” I removed her gag but I left the spit that she had drooled, just so she knew that I had complete control over her. I went to her toy wall and removed a 7” butt plug and a riding crop. Never saying a word as I walked behind her. I moved my body into hers, pushing my pussy against her ass, my hands finding her nipples, pinching, pulling them, a slow moan leaving her lips. “I am going to take you tonight, I am going to make you mine” With that I stepped away and brought the crop down on her ass. Ten times each cheek. To my amazement she counted each and every one, what a good slave slut she was going to be. I felt my juices dripping down my legs. She was sopping wet so I took the butt plug and shoved it in her pussy to coat it in her wetness. Slowly I went in and out of her dripping pussy as she bucked her hips hard against it. I pulled it out slowly as my mouth once again took her clit. I sucked it and bit it until I knew she was going to cum, I shoved it back in her, then I stopped, she moaned a moan I have never heard before. “Please don’t stop, please” I left that plug in her pussy as I put on a strap-on, 8”. I lubed it and put it right at her ass. She moaned. I shoved it into her with one stroke. Hard and fast, I took that ass. I fucked her hard and turned that vibrating plug in her pussy on high. She came like she has never came before and I am robbing her to this day. Cat Burglar I'll start with a confession. My name is Sarah, and I'm a masturba-holic. I know that's not a word, but you get the idea. My motto is you should have sex on a regular basis with the person you love the most, and for me, I'm it. I've been hooked on masturbation ever since having my first orgasm, brought on by my own fingers in the bath. And later, when my college roommate and I started doing it together and watching each other, I found out how hot it was to bring another person into the mix. But now, thanks to my new friend, Lisa, I am not only a masturbation addict, but a cat burglar, as well. Let me explain how a fairly normal married woman of 35 found herself sneaking into an occupied house in the middle of the night. In order to understand that, you must first get to know my Lisa. Lisa and I met online through a mutual friend. The first time I chatted with her, I knew that there was a sexual fire smoldering inside her that just needed some fanning. She is smart, funny and sexy, and once she shared her picture with me, I found out she is damn cute, as well. At 5-6, Lisa is three inches taller than I. Her lithe, willowy figure makes her 36-C breasts attract even more than their share of attention. They stand out as only the breasts of someone 25 years old can. I know that for certain, as I am ten years older and have to work much harder now to keep my body in condition. But I make the effort and have been rewarded with a figure that still gets ogled regularly by a fair number of both men and women. Lisa has lovely blonde hair that barely touches her shoulders, in contrast to my own dark brown curls. Her eyes are dark brown like mine. Yes, those wonderful eyes. When I first saw them, I knew for certain that there was some mischief, some daring and some steamy sexual energy inside that pretty head of hers. We exchanged a lot of e-mails, shared details of early sexual experiences and basically got to know each other over a month's time. But it was when we began to tell each other about some of our current escapades that things really began to get interesting. In one of my e-mails, I told Lisa how I get really turned on by masturbating in bed late at night right next to my sleeping husband. It's not that David isn't a good lover. He really is, but our opportunities for sex seem so few and far between, primarily because of his demanding work schedule that gets him up at 4:00 in the morning and sends him off to bed by 9 p.m. But I have to confess, even if I were getting all the marital (or even extramarital) sex that I could handle, I would still be pleasuring myself on a regular basis. After all, I am a masturba-holic. Anyway, I shared my late night masturbation technique with Lisa and she was, shall we say, intrigued. So intrigued, in fact, that her e-mail the following day advised me that she had tried it as her live-in boyfriend, Richard, lay sleeping next to her. She described how she had slipped a finger inside her pussy very quietly and carefully, then cupped her mound with the palm of her hand. That position allowed her to put pressure on her clit as she gently massaged herself. I believe she termed her orgasm "spectacular," and she was hooked. Lisa found, as I have, that it's so much more than the physical feelings that arouse us as we lie next to our partners and fuck ourselves. It's really the naughtiness factor, the feeling of keeping a special secret that makes us just want to explode. And explode we do now on a regular basis. But as the weeks passed and our late night diddling continued, we began to talk about how to take our little game to a whole new level. I knew by the look in her eyes in the photo, that with Lisa, anything was possible. So we decided to meet in person for the first time and figure out how we could add a little spice to our fun. Since we both live in the same large city, getting together was not a problem, once we got past the usual trust issues that are a part of all online relationships. But we were able to navigate those, and decided to meet at a quiet restaurant in the mall where Lisa works. I recognized her immediately as she glided across the restaurant toward our table. We hugged each other like old friends and I could feel that she was not wearing a bra, as she was often inclined to do. She was lovely in her yellow sun dress with spaghetti straps and she smelled of perfume. Her cotton dress had a full skirt that flared and flounced as she walked and hit her shapely legs about three inches above the knee. Her T-strap sandals with three-inch heels gave her a graceful, sexy walk and displayed her tanned legs to their best advantage. I could tell she dressed herself carefully for our meeting, as did I. My dress was longer, hitting me just below the knee. It was a black, green and yellow summer print with a halter top that fastened at the back of my neck. Like Lisa, I was braless, and my 34-C breasts bounced a little as I walked, stimulating my nipples to an unusual hardness. Of course, some of that hardness must also be attributed to Lisa. As soon as we were seated at our table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, Lisa had to know if I had kept my promise not to wear panties to our first meeting. Going bare, as she termed it, is a big turn on for her, and she wanted to initiate me into that sisterhood. She promised to do the same. Blushing a little bit at her directness so soon after our first meeting, I confessed that I had, indeed kept my part of the bargain. "Show me," she commanded playfully, as I looked at her with my eyes and mouth wide open. "What do you mean?" I asked, knowing very well what she meant. "I want to see your pussy," Lisa replied in the same tone she might have used in asking to see a photograph of my pet German Shepherd. "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," she giggled. Not wanting to be intimidated or put on the defensive by this pretty young girl ten years my junior, I began to seriously consider how I might "show her my pussy," as she so delicately put it. I surveyed the restaurant and found it to be fairly empty at this late afternoon hour. That gave me some hope that I might be able to prove my adherence to our bargain without getting thrown out of this fine establishment. I turned sideways in my chair so that my knees were pointed only at Lisa (and possibly the bartender on the far end of the room), raised the hem of my dress to about mid-thigh and parted my legs as much as I dared. They were far enough apart that I could feel a sudden draft of air play over my pussy, which was growing damper by the minute. Lisa leaned back in her chair to get a better view of my little show, and smiled that mischievous smile of hers, apparently satisfied that I had, indeed, kept our bargain. "I'm glad you're not shaved," she said bluntly. "I just love the way it feels when my hand moves from soft, smooth skin to the coarse texture of pubic hair." I knew right then that Lisa was planning to do more than look at me. And the thought made me even wetter. "Okay," I said as I looked directly at her, trying to regain control of the situation. "Now it's your turn." Apparently, showing her pussy was not nearly as new to Lisa as it was to me. Without even looking around to see who could be watching, she parted her legs much wider than I'd dared to and offered her lovely mound as evidence that she, too, knew how to keep a bargain. But Lisa didn't hurry as I did to close her legs before someone saw. She wanted me to have the chance to admire her. And, of course, I wanted that, too. Very much. I now knew for sure now that Lisa is a natural blonde. Her bush was trimmed neatly into a triangle and her little wispy curls played over her outer lips. The lighting was not great, but I am sure I saw little droplets of her nectar that had collected on the flaxen curls near her slit. I blushed again, but this time not from embarrassment. Instead, from the realization of how turned on I was by this beautiful girl whom I'd met less than 10 minutes ago. Of course, we had talked about all sorts of intimate things online, but seeing her and her pussy in the flesh, so to speak, was an entirely different experience. I thought I had been ready for it, but I wasn't. Lisa was much more formidable in person, and I'd better get used to it. The next hour just flew by as we got to know each other better. We marveled at how similar we are sexually, despite the difference in our ages and backgrounds. We giggled like schoolgirls as we shared again many of our sexual secrets, this time in person. It's amazing how much more intimate these conversations become when you can look in the eyes of the person you're confiding in, see her reaction, feel her understanding. Finally, we got around to the topic of our favorite common interest—that of lying in bed next to our partners and getting ourselves off while they're asleep. But we had not come just to rehash our past adventures in surreptitious masturbation. We were here because we had decided to take it to a whole new level. A level that is so daring and naughty that we both got incredibly wet as we dared to speak about it out loud. You see, a couple of weeks ago, while chatting online, we decided that one of us would enter the other's house one night, sneak into the bedroom, and bring the other to orgasm—all without waking the unsuspecting man sleeping in the same bed. We were here today to decide who would sneak into the house and who would be the one lying in bed receiving the pleasure. The whole idea just sounded so daring and scary and erotic, that neither one of us really wanted to volunteer for either role in our little game. On the one hand, how would it feel to be lying in bed beside your partner, when all of a sudden, a familiar female hand reaches up and very quietly begins playing with your pussy? You would know that you could not make a sound or any kind of sudden movement. Otherwise, your naughty little game would be discovered and both of you badly embarrassed. On the other hand, how would it feel to actually sneak into another person's house, creep very quietly into their most private room, then begin to invade the pussy that the man lying very close in the bed thinks belongs to him? If you are discovered, you might actually end up in jail, branded as some kind of sexual deviant. The whole thing was just so dangerous and delicious that neither of us could decide which role we wanted to play, dared to play. Each one scared us. But at the same time, each one made us nearly cum from just the thought of it. Finally, we decided to flip a coin. The one who makes the correct call must be the one who enters the house. I took out a shiny new quarter and tossed it into the air. Lisa called "heads" and we both held our breath as it fell toward the plush carpet of the restaurant--seemingly in slow motion. Our hearts pounded as we waited for the result--to find out which of us will be the cat burglar and which one will be ravaged in her bed next to her partner. Finally, the coin landed . . . with "tails" looking up at us. I am the cat burglar. Lisa will lie next to Richard while I make her cum. Now knowing our roles, we discussed the details of this depraved adventure. I will call Lisa before bedtime on the night I plan to enter her house to give her just a few hours warning. Even though the idea of complete surprise was appealing, we agreed that a totally unexpected hand on her pussy in the middle of the night could create a reaction that would wake Richard, and perhaps the neighbors, too. Lisa's assignment was to make sure that Richard is asleep when I arrive and that the drapes are closed tight so the bedroom is as dark as possible. I wanted the greatest amount of concealment. Our roles defined and detail mapped out, Lisa handed me a spare house key. As I reached for it, she pulled me tight to her, kissing me deeply, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. Ignoring the fact that we were in a very public place, I pressed my breasts to hers and our pussies rubbed sensuously together. We held our embrace for a few moments, the feelings of what we were doing right then intensified by the knowledge of what we were about to do. We were both literally panting by the time we broke our kiss. I pulled her ear close to my mouth, caressed it with my tongue and whispered, "I'll see you one night very soon." We'd already agreed that we would have no more contact until "the night," just to intensify our desire and heighten the sensations further, if that is even possible. We said our goodbyes and left the restaurant as we came—separately. But Lisa and I both knew that things between us would never be the same again. ************************ For most of the next week, Lisa was unable to relax at home in the evening. She paced around, fidgeted, and experienced this general feeling of unease every time she entered her house. She knew what was going to happen and who was going to do it. But still she had this feeling of dread, knowing that if the little game she and Sarah were playing was discovered, all hell would break loose. But at the same time, she couldn't wait for the night to arrive, whenever that might be. Sarah and Lisa had agreed not to allow themselves an orgasm until "the night," just to intensify the sensations further. Lisa had already put Richard off a couple of times when he wanted to have sex, before finally letting him fuck her missionary style, just to shut him up. She knew there would be no chance of having an orgasm like that, anyway, so it wasn't really cheating. And in Sarah's case, a sexual drought lasting a week or more was not at all unusual, so no one even noticed at her house. Finally, six nights after they flipped the coin, Lisa's cell phone rang. In her state of heightened sensitivity, she jumped and goose bumps sprang up on her arms. She grabbed the phone quickly to answer but already knew from the caller ID who it was. Sarah. On the other end, Sarah spoke only one word, "Tonight." Lisa was startled by her reaction to that one word. Her heart started to race, her nipples hardened, her breathing quickened, and she felt that tingling deep inside that signals the beginning of extreme arousal. Already her pussy was growing wet, without any stimulation other than Sarah's single word. She looked at her watch--10 p.m.--too early for bedtime really, but she must get Richard in bed and asleep as soon as possible so he won't be awake to discover Sarah upon her arrival. He was watching television, and hadn't even seen Sports Center, so it was going to take a little "persuading" to get him in bed and ready for sleep. Lisa decided to fix him a drink--a strong one--to relax him a little bit. Richard was surprised as she offered him a Jack and Coke, mixed very strong, but he accepted it gratefully and leaned back in his chair to enjoy a little more television with the drink in his hand. "Shit," she thought. "It's not going to do me much good if he sits there and nurses it for an hour." So she tried another approach. She moved over to him and sat on the arm of his chair, leaning to him to run her tongue over his ear and dip it inside a little. That always makes the hair stand up on the back of his neck and lets him know she's ready to fool around. Richard looked up at those lovely dark eyes and smiled, as Lisa noticed a bulge developing in his blue jeans. Another ear lick, this time accompanied by her hand just inside his denim shirt, tickling the coarse brown hair on his chest, and giving her the opportunity to caress his nipples a little. Lisa's aggressiveness was a pleasant surprise because Richard was used to being the one who initiated sex. But he was pleased with her newfound lust for him. Next, Lisa reached down and rubbed her open palm over the bulge that was snaking its way down Richard's left leg. She could tell by the look and feel of his cock that he was almost fully hard and was just waiting to be released from his tight jeans. So that's just what she decided to do. But first, Lisa reached over to the table where he had set his drink and offered him another taste. Richard tried to refuse and return to the more enjoyable activity that she has initiated. But Lisa insisted, "I went to the trouble to make that drink. Now finish it if you want me to finish you." No further convincing was necessary. Richard took one large gulp, then another until his eyes began to water, and his face flushed from the strength of the drink. But he'd downed it now, just as Lisa demanded, and he was waiting for his reward. She didn't hesitate to reward him. Lisa's long, graceful fingers reached to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, giving her access to Richard's cock, which had popped out from its downward position and was now pointing straight toward his belly button. She could barely see the head of it sticking out of the waistband of his boxers. It was actually a quite serviceable organ, as cocks go. About seven inches long with a large head and thick shaft. Looking closely, she could see the large vein running the length of it. She always enjoyed watching it pulse with excitement each time he got hard. She reached down and took the rigid cock full in her hand, lifted him out of the chair using it like a handle, and led him into the bedroom. Being in control of Richard this way gave Lisa a sense of power that she'd like to enjoy a little more. But for now the main idea was to get him off to bed, get him off, then get him off to sleep. In that order and about that fast. Richard was a little unsteady on his feet as she led him to their bedroom--the one where she knew Sarah would soon be joining her. She thought to herself that the liquor was having the desired effect. And she knew that the combination of a good blow job and the Jack and Coke would soon have him just where she wanted him--snoozing away beside her in bed. At this point, Richard needed no further encouragement. He was shedding his clothes like they were on fire. When he finally tried to get himself out of the jeans, his balance was so unsure from the drink that he stumbled and fell face-first onto the bed. Lisa smiled to herself, "Men are so fucking easy." As Richard lay naked on the bed, Lisa began removing her clothes, too. Not for him, but for Sarah later. But if Richard wanted to think it was for him, and if it helped him get off quicker, then that was okay, too. Just to make sure he was good and ready, Lisa cupped both her hands underneath her round, firm breasts and lifted them toward her mouth. She used her tongue to trace the outline of each nipple, leaving a visible wet trail on her pink areola. She looked Richard in the eye as she massaged her magnificent globes and traced her tongue over her full lips. Then, just for effect, Lisa used one finger to part the wispy curls on her mound and traced the outline of her outer lips. Up, down and around very slowly, over and over, while Richard's eyes followed her movements as if hypnotized. She took the finger, now wet with her nectar, and raised it sensuously to her mouth, spreading her juices over her lips like lipstick. Finally, she reached down, grabbed Richard by the back of his head and pulled him to her mouth for a long, wet kiss, well-lubricated by her own pussy. Richard was literally panting by now. Lisa knelt beside him on the bed and went to work, first sliding her hand up and down his shaft very lightly, knowing how this would increase his arousal. She gathered some of the pre-cum that was already oozing from him and used it to lubricate the shaft as her stroking gained speed and intensity. Richard tried to reach for her pussy, to return some of the pleasure that he was receiving, but Lisa shifted her position further down his body so he couldn't reach her. She certainly didn't want to risk having an orgasm now and violating the "rule" she and Sarah had agreed to. Cat Burglar Her face was even with his cock now and she leaned to him and took the purple head in her mouth. It was an act she'd performed many times before, but always it was for Richard. This time, it was actually for Lisa . . . and Sarah. She remembered the beautiful vision of Sarah opening her pussy to her in the restaurant as she moved her mouth up and down, gripping the base of the shaft and cupping his balls in her other hand. She used all the little tricks she'd learned in her time with Richard to get him off--and off to sleep--as soon as possible. Lisa removed her mouth for a minute and started pumping his cock faster, as she squeezed his balls gently. Richard reacted immediately, stiffening his legs and raising and lowering his hips in rhythm with her strokes. His shaft began to tense and the head swelled even larger as he moved closer to his climax. Knowing he was right on the verge, Lisa pulled down firmly on the foreskin, holding it tight in her hand and at the same time took him back in her mouth, sucking hard and steadily. Richard moaned with pleasure, his body tensed even more, and Lisa could feel the throbbing begin in her hand. And at almost the same time, she felt the first spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat. Quickly, she removed her mouth, but continued to fuck him hard and fast with her hand, now lubricated by the first of his cum. He shot two, then three more times as she milked the jism from him, knowing that as the semen left his body, his desire to stay awake was leaving with it. As his cock began to go limp in her hand, Lisa studied Richard and saw that his eyes were already half-closed. The combination of the orgasm and the liquor was about to turn the lights out on poor Richard for the night. Although, "poor Richard" isn't actually an appropriate title for a man who had just received the blow job of his life. At any rate, Lisa took some tissues from a box on her night stand, cleaned him up a little bit, and allowed Richard to drift off to dreamland. Then she took another tissue, and spit all of his semen that she could into it. She never really liked to swallow all that much. Now, with Richard already breathing deeply and regularly on his side of the bed, Lisa slid naked under the sheet, lay very still, and waited to see what would happen next. With Richard asleep, Lisa could now begin to concentrate on her own senses again, and she was amazed by what she felt. She lay very still, almost holding her breath. Every sense was heightened. She could hear dogs barking outside, the routine creaks and groans of the house, and not surprisingly, the beating of her heart, pounding hard and fast in her chest. "I've got to get myself under control before I have a heart attack," she thought to herself. Her nipples were like little bullets atop those beautiful rounded breasts. Her skin tingled all over. Her nectar was beginning to collect in her pussy and ooze out just a little between her swollen lips. Although Lisa was tempted to reach down and enjoy her arousal more fully, as she had done on so many other nights as Richard lay sleeping, she refrained. She knew that one touch there would electrify her and push her right over the edge to the orgasm she had been forbidden to enjoy before Sarah's arrival. So she lay in their bed, listening to Richard breathe and listening for Sarah to make her entrance and begin the next stage of their game. She glanced at the clock--11:05. "Shit, what time is Sarah going to get here?" In time, Lisa finally relaxed just a little. Her eyelids began to droop, and without realizing it, she entered that dim world between consciousness and sleep. The front door opening jolted Lisa from her half-slumber. The sound was really quite faint, but in her heightened state of awareness, it sounded like someone had dropped a brick on the tile entryway. Her entire body tensed again as she knew Sarah was making her way to the bedroom. To her bed. Where Richard lay sleeping only inches away. She glanced at the clock, trying to not even move her head--12:47. The bedroom door was open. Lisa intentionally had left it that way when she led Richard to bed by his cock. She didn't want even the possibility of a squeak as Sarah entered. Her eyes were open wide, pupils dilated in the dark and locked on the doorway across the room, about 15 feet away from where she lay, tense, aroused, and scared. "Shit!" she thought to herself. "What in the fuck were we thinking when we decided to do this?" Lisa knew there was really no way to stop it from happening now, even though her head told her that's what she should do. But that tingling deep inside told her to lie very still and wait for Sarah. And that little tingling feeling won out, as usual. **************************** In a moment, my silhouette is at the bedroom door. I'm certain Lisa can't make out my features in the darkness of the room, but she must sense my movement in her direction. Her eyes are undoubtedly straining to make out my form. Finally, when I am right beside the bed, Lisa sees me for the first time, my body illuminated dimly by the glow of the red numbers on the alarm cock. That is the brightest--and only--light in the room. Her eyes strain to make out details and I hear her gasp quietly when she realizes that I have removed all my clothes before entering the bedroom. My nakedness signals that we are both fully committed to this dangerous game. There is no way I can make a quick escape if Richard awakens unexpectedly. Despite her apprehension, Lisa smiles to herself, "This chick is fucking nuts." Then she can't help but add, "I must be, too." I am right beside the bed now, my bare thighs almost pressing against the mattress where Lisa lies with Richard. I hear his regular breathing and take some comfort in the fact that he is deeply asleep . . . at least for now. I look down and see Lisa lying on her back under the sheet, her body ramrod straight, unmoving. The sheet barely moves with each breath, and if I didn't know better, I'd think Richard was sleeping with a corpse. The sick bastard! I can't help but smile at my stupid little joke. But this is no time for joking. The adrenaline is shooting through my body now. My heart is pounding in my chest and I struggle hard to regulate my breathing, trying to take in enough oxygen to keep me conscious, while not gasping for air as every ounce of my being wants to do right now. "Get yourself under control," I say to myself firmly. "There's no margin for error here." Suddenly, every muscle in my body tenses, as I feel a hand moving up my inner thighs. But I relax a little when I realize it is Lisa's. She has slipped it out from under the sheet and started using it to caress me lightly. I can't help but close my eyes just a bit to savor the sensation as I feel her fingers move higher still. I understand what she is doing now, and I move my feet farther apart to give her better access to my pussy. I feel her now, tickling my pubic hair, which has already collected little droplets of my juices. I know from the proximity of my wet cunt to her face that Lisa not only feels my arousal, but smells it, as well. I wonder how keen Richard's sense of smell is. I reach down with my two hands and use them to part my swollen outer lips, and Lisa's finger slides effortlessly inside. She curls her finger to locate my magic spot and with the same motion, presses her thumb to my enflamed clit and begins massaging it. She slowly fucks me with her hand, probing, pressing, massaging, but being very careful not to move her hand or arm enough to disturb the sleeping Richard. The combination of fear and the sense of daring that I feel, along with the magical work being performed so quietly by Lisa's hand, has me right on the brink of orgasm. I know that just a few more times with her thumb against my clit will send me over the edge. But suddenly, we both freeze as Richard stirs and changes positions, rolling from his back to his side, facing away from us. The sudden start triggers a throbbing inside me like I have never felt before. My contractions grip Lisa's finger tightly, actually pulling it deeper inside me as I cum. Instinctively, I press my thighs together to lock her hand against me for as long as possible. I bite my lip to keep from groaning or crying out. I know she realizes what has happened because the finger inside me begins to press harder on my G-spot, trying to intensify this magnificent orgasm even further. And it does. The stimulation of my magic place, and the strength of my contractions cause my cum to literally shoot from my cunt, coating Lisa's hand and arm with my juices. I've never "ejaculated" like that before, and I know Lisa must be as surprised as I am. I wish we could talk about it as we cuddle later, but this is not exactly the venue for gentle sex and loving conversation. This is a time for quick, naughty fucking. As my spasms subside, I collapse on the floor beside the bed and lie there panting (as quietly as I can). Careful not to move too quickly, Lisa has left her hand hanging over the side of the bed, where only minutes before it was madly fucking me to the best orgasm of my life. I touch that magical hand tenderly and realize it is soaked with my cum. Moving closer still, I begin to lick myself from Lisa's hand, taking her fingers in my mouth one at a time, and loving them as I would a cock. Next, I lick her palm, which must tickle, as she involuntarily jerks just a little. Finally, I wash the back of her hand with my tongue and remove the final traces of myself from it. "Now," I think to myself, "it's your turn, sweet Lisa." Richard is now lying on his side, his back to us, making it just a little less likely that he'll awake suddenly and find me fucking his girl friend. His breathing is again steady and deep, signifying very sound sleep. But I realize we must not be careless, as he could awake and discover us at any moment. Lisa is still on her back, covered by the soft cotton sheet. I know it is soft because I am now sliding my hand underneath it, reaching slowly and carefully for Lisa's naked body. She tenses a little as she feels my hand nearing her, and I feel an involuntary shudder when I finally touch her bare skin for the first time. My hand glides quietly and slowly up the side of her hip, moves past her pelvic bone, across her flat stomach and to her mound. When I feel her pubic hair, I pause for a moment to fully enjoy the sensation. From her display in the restaurant, I remember fondly how her cute little pussy is covered by soft wisps of flaxen curls. As I visualize her mound, a soft moan escapes my lips, which I quickly clamp together . . . tightly. I freeze in position until Richard's regular breathing allows me to relax and begin again. Lisa's pubic hair is wet with her arousal, and I move my hand lower still and run my finger along the length of her slit. I can feel the swelling of her outer lips, and I know they are also pink, if only I could see them. I part them gently and carefully with my finger and immediately feel the hardness of her clit. Lisa's hips move involuntarily as if to encourage my finger to explore her further. I look up to see her reaction to my touch, and notice that she has moved one hand to her right breast and appears to be pinching the nipple under the sheet. I can see from the glow of the clock's LED display that her eyes are closed and her lips parted. Though she is lying very still, it is clear that Lisa is fully participating in our little game . . . and enjoying every minute of it. Though the slight thrusting of her hips has tried to encourage me to enter her with my finger, I resist, choosing instead to take some of her nectar and use it to lubricate her hard, swollen clit. Her juices allow my finger to slide easily around and around the hard nub. When I stop for a minute and rest my finger on it, I can feel it throb just a little with each beat of her heart. I take the clit between my thumb and finger and move up and down as if jacking it off, squeezing just a bit each time I pause. Lisa is beginning to squirm with the sensations that are surely shooting through her body by now, but she struggles to keep her movement to a minimum so as not to disturb Richard. I can tell from the juices that are now flowing from her cunt and the increased pulsing of her clit, that Lisa is quite near her orgasm. Her hips are rising ever so slightly from the bed, yet trying not to move too much. I know just a few more strokes will take her over the edge, and I pray that she can protect us both by controlling her reaction as much as possible. But there is one more thing I must do before allowing Lisa to find release. I move my hand from her pussy and reach carefully for her right hand, which I know is at work on her breast. When I reach her hand, I take it in mine and slowly move it down to her mound. My hand is now resting on top of Lisa's and hers is resting atop her pussy. I find her middle finger with my own and press both digits—hers and mine—inside her. Her wetness makes this a very easy task indeed. Our fingers begin to move inside her in unison, and once again I feel her hips buck a little and the first hint of contraction begin. I know I must work fast or she will cum prematurely. I slowly remove my finger from Lisa's pussy, leaving hers behind. But almost immediately she thrusts two more of her own inside, probing herself and pressing hard against her clit with the heel of her hand. Her hand is locked down tight on her pussy and moving as much as she dares. Now comes the most delicate and dangerous part of our adventure. But I must try it or forever wonder how much better it could have been had we only had the nerve. I move my lips close against Lisa's ear and whisper, "On your stomach." I can feel her whole body tense with the words, and I know her mind is racing, considering what could happen when she shifts to this new position. We both know the danger of waking Richard is very real this time. To help her make her decision, I press my mouth to her ear again. "I want to fuck you in the ass." Her intake of air is not quite a gasp, but close, as her mind digests my words. I watch her face from just a few inches away to get a hint about what she might do next. When I see her head nod almost imperceptibly, my heart starts racing again as it did when I first entered the house. Not knowing exactly how Lisa is going to effect her transition from back to front or what the result might be, I lie flat on the floor, very close to the bed, hoping to make myself as close to invisible as possible should Richard rouse when she moves. I hold my breath and wait. Suddenly, I hear the sound of her body shifting on the mattress, followed almost immediately by the sound of Richard's voice! His words are unintelligible, but he is definitely talking, mumbling the way we all do sometimes as we try to fight our way out of a deep sleep. There is no more movement on the mattress, so I assume Lisa is now lying on her stomach. The only question is Richard. What if he has to pee? What if he gets up for a drink of water? What if he pulls a gun from his nightstand and blows my head off? For just a few moments I completely understand what is meant by "sheer terror." I roll all the possibilities around in my mind, and none of them are good. I flatten myself to the floor, trying to will myself into some non-existent hole. I watch as five, then ten agonizing minutes tick off the digital clock—2:05, it now reads. Finally, I hear a most welcome sound—Richard's deep, regular breathing. He is sound asleep once more and I am now going to fuck his girlfriend in the ass! The sense of elation I feel is quite out or proportion to my circumstances, but the extreme terror, followed so closely by profound relief, have totally screwed up my emotions. As I raise my head very carefully to mattress level, I see that my sweet Lisa is actually quite resourceful. First, she has made the transition to her stomach. Second, she appears to have managed to keep her fingers in her pussy as she now lies on top of her hand. Finally, she has somehow managed to shed the sheet in the process, and I now have a full view of her magnificent naked backside. I pause a moment to admire her firm, rounded hips that look so good whenever she wears tight jeans or a snug little skirt that just barely coves her ass. I also notice that her legs are slightly separated, providing better access to her virgin hole. As I admire those beautiful hips, I note that they are moving almost imperceptibly, as Lisa slowly but deliberately fucks the three fingers in her pussy and grinds her clit against the heel of her hand. And as I watch, her movements appear to be getting faster and more forceful. It is clear that if I don't make her cum very soon, Lisa will take care of it without me. So I quickly reach down to her pussy and feel the three fingers she has inserted almost all the way to her third knuckle. Her hand is slick with her juices, and I dip my own fingers in her nectar, slide them up her crack and use the moisture to lubricate her rosebud. As Lisa feels this, she begins to fuck her hand harder—so hard, in fact, that I really start to worry about Richard again. I know the time is growing short, so I quickly ease the tip of my middle finger inside her ass and wait. She grips it tightly, as if to prevent this invasion, but her hips betray her arousal by grinding harder still on her hand. I feel her relax a little and use the opportunity to ease inside just a bit more, deciding to stop at the second knuckle. She is much too tight and I don't want to hurt her. But hurting is not what I'm doing to Lisa, apparently, as her movements continue to demonstrate genuine arousal, pleasure. The fucking movement of her hips comes faster now, causing both me and the bed to shake a bit. Finally, I feel her rectum tighten around my invading finger and see Lisa's entire body grow stiff. She lies very still now, but I know that her insides are exploding. Her contractions tighten again and again around my finger, and I know that the three fingers locked in her pussy are feeling the same sensations. Her hips grind her hand and she thrusts backward on mine as she apparently attempts to draw my finger even deeper inside her ass. Finally, I feel her pulsing slow and then stop. With that one final contraction, I slide my finger from her no-longer virgin hole and savor the variety of sensations I'm feeling right now. Elation, control, total decadence, and still that hint of fear. I quickly move my face close to Lisa's and feel the tears of release and relief that are trickling down her cheeks. I kiss them softly and whisper as quietly as I can in her ear, "I love you sweet Lisa." With that, I creep quietly through the bedroom door and into the dark of the living room. I quickly pull on my clothes, and open the front door. Just before I pull it shut behind me, I hear Richard's voice. "What the fuck was that?" As I hurry toward my car, which is parked just down the street, I answer him. "That, my friend, was the best sex your girlfriend ever had." Cat Burglar You pull into the drive and park the car. Pulling the keys from the ignition, you stop and smile at the memories of a great evening out with the girls. Too bad your husband isn't home tonight. After checking out and rating all of the guys with the your friends, you're now feeling a little frisky yourself. You grab your stuff and lock the car, heading into the house. Inside, you decide a nice hot bath will have to feel good enough before going to bed, alone. Dropping your keys and purse on the table, you head towards the bedroom, kicking off your shoes and unbuttoning your silk blouse as you walk down the hall. Inside the bedroom, the silk slides down your shoulders and back with a cool, sensual touch as your blouse glides off of your body. You close your eyes and imagine the soft touch of your husband's hands in it's place. But no. This is not how he touches you. His caresses don't feel like this. This is the caress of someone else. Your head tilts back as the image of a faceless stranger replaces your husband. It could be any one of the sexy hunks you saw earlier tonight, or someone else you've never met before. A small shiver dances down your spine at the lewd thought of someone else touching you. You realise that it excites you, this new fantasy. A stranger. Someone dark and dangerous, strong and sexy. Definitely sexy. Your hands drop the blouse and it sinks to the floor. Your fingers move to touch your bare stomach and slowly glide upwards, caressing your body. His fingers. You imagine this soft stroke to be his strange hands gliding up over your bra, cupping your breasts and gently squeezing them. Your nipples are already hard, pressing into your/his palms. A gentle sigh escapes your lips at this stranger's intimate embrace. The hands move down, the fingertips sliding smoothly over your skin, down to the hem of your skirt. The zipper eases down and the skirt slowly begins to slip down, over your hips. The fingers gently encourage the cloth to fall down to the floor, and you are left standing in your green bra and high cut panties. Your eyes suddenly open wide as a new touch caresses you. There is a hand on your ass! You turn suddenly and you see a man standing now before you. He is tall, over six feet, and dressed entirely in black. His eyes are looking at your body, and you can see desire burning in them. There is a stranger in your house! Your heart pounds in your ears, and you feel the adrenaline rushing through your system. Fear has paralysed you. You see his hand lift up and your eyes close tightly, hoping it isn't true, that he isn't there. The touch of his callused fingertips, rasping on your upper arm shatters your hope. He is here, and you are helpless. The tears begin to fall from your tightly shut eyes and your mind races to come up with anything to help you. Nothing comes. "Oh God, please don't hurt me." Your words are little more than a whisper, your breath caught in your throat. "I won't hurt you. I promise. I won't hurt you at all." His words are softly spoken, almost soothing, but the fear inside of you won't let you believe them. "Take what you want. Please, just don't hurt me." "I won't hurt you. Listen." Again his voice gently speaks out. "Open your eyes. Come on, open your eyes and look at me." You slowly un-clench your eyelids and lift them, the tears making everything hazy. He is still standing before you, his arm reached out, and you now feel his hand gripping your forearm firmly. You are locked in his grip. It is strong, but not painful or constricted. He is looking directly into your eyes and again he speaks, "I promise I won't hurt you. It's OK." "What do you want?" Your words are still barely a whisper, and it seems your heart is pounding loudly enough for this stranger to hear. His eyes glance down your body and you are suddenly very aware of your scant clothing. Your hands move involuntarily to try to cover yourself, and the sudden movement tightens his grip on your arm, and his other hand strikes, almost snake-like in it's speed and accuracy, to snatch your other wrist before it moves an inch. His quick movement surprises you and a gasp escapes you. Once again his eyes are locked with yours. "Don't move. I said I wouldn't hurt you, and I mean that." Again his eyes drift down your body, savouring your soft curves and bare flesh. Unexpectedly, you find yourself wondering what he thinks of your body. Does he like what he sees? The question in your mind rises unbidden, and you wonder why you are suddenly thinking it. His eyes return to yours and you can tell by the fiery looks that indeed, he does like what he sees. A new thought rises to mind. Here is my unknown lover. The though both frightens you and excites you. You feel your nipples harden once again, and a chill spreads up your spine, slowly and erotically. He pulls you by your arms towards the bed and the fear takes over once more. What is he doing? Can he tell what just went through your mind? He releases one of your wrists to pull open the top drawer of the dresser. A quick search through the contents and his hand come out with a pair of nylons in its grip. "What are you doing?" Your words are stronger now. And you watch as he winds the nylon around your wrist and then pulls your arms together, and ties your wrists firmly. "What are you doing?" The fear is showing in your voice. He is now tying your wrists to the post at the foot of the bed. "I can't very well have you giving me any trouble while I search for your valuables, now, can I?" His voice is firm and distinct. You sit down on the edge of the bed as he turns away. A few quick steps and he is at the closet doors, which you now see are open. He must have been hiding in there when you entered the room. He had watched you undress. He watched you caress yourself! The heat rises from your face and neck as the embarrassment rushed through you. But the heat spreads through you as you realise you are totally at his mercy. He could do anything to you. Again, the thought rises in your mind: Here is my unknown lover. You watch as he digs through the upper shelf. Your eyes roam down his wide shoulders and narrow waist. His clothes are snug and you admire the tight ass. The heat moves inwards. Suddenly his head turns to look at you. Your eyes widen slightly as he watches you. You can tell he is thinking. What thoughts are going through his mind? His eyes caress your body, and you feel his gaze moving over your skin. Impossibly, you wish he would touch you again. Another part of your mind screams inside. 'Are you crazy? This is some thief in your house, and you're starting to lust over him? Wake up!' He turns and steps back towards you, his eyes piercing yours. He moves to stand in front of you, and the fear rises again, mingling with the strange desires. The feeling is powerful, dangerous and wanton at the same time. His hand reaches out and touches your shoulder, the calluses on his fingers scraping lightly over your skin. The sensation seems a hundred fold, rubbing not only your shoulder, but vibrating through your entire body. Shivers race over your skin. Your nipples ache, they are so hard. The sane part of your mind is yelling at you, 'Scream, for Christ's sake! Call for help! Someone will hear you and call the cops!' You ignore it and your eyes close. Instead you concentrate on the mingled fear and desire. His fingers move down the back of your shoulder and you hear him step closer. His legs are brushing against yours, and you feel his body heat radiating from his arms against your face as the fingers approach your bra strap. A sudden sharp tug and it is loose, broken. The straps hang from your shoulders and he pulls it down, to hang loosely at your tied wrists. Your bare breasts feel suddenly hot, and your nipples pulse with the pounding of your heart. His cool touch seems ice cold as his palm covers your breast. The nipple tightens and pokes hard into his hand. It feels so bad, so naughty, so exhilarating. You arch your back and press yourself into his grip. His fingers tighten, curling around the curve of your breast, squeezing, gently at first, but then firmer, more dominating. "You like that, do you?" His voice is different now. You can hear the lust in his words, and power. You are tied and he has his hand on you. He could do anything now, and he knows it. So do you... and you do like it. The voice is back in your head, 'No! Don't let him! Make it stop!' But now there is something else, not a voice, but a feeling. Your fear and desire are taking control. His touch is electric. You want to feel more of it, but can't say anything. The sensation of hiss rough hands on your soft flesh sends tingles to every nerve in your body. But the back of your mind shakes with worry as to what he might do... what he might make you do. The mixed emotions are hard to understand, but no matter what you say, think, or do, he is still in control. You are at his mercy. Both of his hands now cover your breasts. He pinches your nipples hard enough to sting, twisting them slightly between his thumbs and forefingers. You can hear his breathing becoming more ragged, and your own is speeding up, your chest heaving. The heat moving through your body begins to move lower, closing in upon your groin. One of his knees presses between your own. You try to hold yours together, but a hand moves down and pulls one knee away, and he presses close, moving between your thighs. "Don't fight me. You're going to do exactly as I tell you. I know you will, 'cause I can tell you're getting into this. You want me to tell you what to do, don't you?" Your eyes are still closed, and you aren't sure if he is actually expecting you to answer, or just stating his control. You remain silent, hoping he does tell you what to do, and fearing that he will. Suddenly, fingers are grasping your hair, pulling your head back. Your eyes open in surprise, and you find yourself looking directly into his face. His eyes are piercing yours. Again he says, "You want me to tell you what to do, don't you?" He expects an answer. Your mouth opens. Whispers, barely audible. The fear is racing through you now. "Please." "Please what?" His face is closer, now. His warm breath washing against your bare throat, flowing over your shoulder. Again your mouth opens. The fear has become terror. No words come out. "Please what? Answer me." The hand tightens in your hair. Your mind is losing sense of the room around you. There is only his face, his words, and the fear and desire in you. "Please," you whisper again. "Say it!" His voice is powerful, controlling. "Please, yes." "Yes what?" "M - make me. Make me do what you want." With those words, something inside of you bursts. The fear runs out of control, and the desire and lust suddenly rush through your body with it. You realise, you do want this. You want him. "That's it. And I'm going to tell you exactly what to do, Lady." His hand moves from your nipple, where it had been, to un-buckle his belt and undo his pants. His fingers reach into the briefs and he slowly pulls out his half-erect cock. The hand in your hair pulls your face forwards. "Suck it, Baby." Your lips press into his shaft before you can even react. But now you open your mouth and hesitantly lick the top, rubbing your lips along the warm, hardening flesh. His hand in your hair pulls you down, guiding your mouth to the head. It is large and red, hard and soft at the same time. His hand pulls you forward, and the head slips in, past your lips, filling your mouth. "Oh, yeah. You're going to suck it, Baby, and you're going to suck it all." His hand slowly guides you back and forth. Each time the head pushes in a little more. You press your tongue along the underside, making it slicker with each pass, easier to move further in. You can feel the heat radiating out from it. The smell of him fills your nostrils, and his taste is almost spicy, like cinnamon and nutmeg mixed together. As it becomes more slick with your spit, it slides in further, until it touches the back of your throat. You can see that you have more than half of it still to go before you have it all. This position sitting up just won't do for deep- throating it. Normally at this time, your hand would be wrapped around the bottom of the shaft, jerking it up and down in time with the movements of your mouth, but your hands are still bound to the bed frame. God, how you wish you could reach up and touch this beautiful hard-on. You tug at the bonds, but they are secure, and your hands remain down near your knee. His hand in your hair pushes your head and neck downwards, and you lean forward, and his hot, satin rod drives a little deeper into your throat. His hips are beginning to shift, forward and back, timing perfectly with each stroke of your mouth. The movements are small, thank God, or his cock would drive deep down your throat, choking you. With each stroke, you relax your throat muscles more, and the head of his shaft bumps a little further in. You begin to suck in your cheeks, giving him a true blow job, and you hear the hiss of pleasure as his breath escapes through clenched teeth. Cat Burglar "Stop." Your breath hisses through clenched teeth, barely a whisper. His movements continue. Again another orgasm erupts from your body. You can't tell where on ends and the next begins. You ache all over from the exhaustion. You feel spent. "Please, stop." His movements pause. "I can't take any more." Your words are little more than a breathy gasp. Your entire body is shaking, small uncontrollable spasms. His mouth pulls away from you and he slowly removes his fingers from your pussy. The finger in your ass remains, not moving. You are too exhausted to react. Slowly your breathing returns to normal. You slowly become aware of more around you. His head is resting against your thigh, his warm breath cooling the other thigh as it moves over the hot flesh. The bedspread underneath you is damp from your cumming. Your arms are still tied together above your head, and you can feel your breasts rising and falling with each breath. Your nipples have pulled back, but they have that slightly achy feeling from the recent abuse. Your legs are outstretched, still tied to the opposite corners, damp with perspiration. And the finger is still up your ass. You feel a full feeling, lewd and sexy at the same time. Never before have you felt anything like this. As if on cue, while you are studying this new sensation in your ass, a tiny shiver zips through you and your asshole clenches, tightening over the intruding finger. He begins to move it again. "No, please. No more." Your voice begs him to stop. This is too much. A body just isn't meant to go through this. "We're not done, yet." His voice is firm and commanding. You are still tied helplessly to the bed. You can do nothing to stop him. The finger moves slowly back and forth. Amazingly, it still glides smoothly. Your ass is coated with your cum from the many orgasms, and the wetness quickly lubes his finger enough that the strokes are long and smooth in no time at all. Each stroke fills you, and the sensations are amazing. This time you are able to concentrate on these feelings, without being bombarded with all of the other sensations. It feels different. Sexy, yet dirty. It is sensual, but naughty. Very personal, raw even. The only way to describe it would be as pure, unadulterated, SEX. It feels good. You never expected it to feel this good. Faster now, in and out. Each stroke seems to build upon the last, and you can feel each little movement he makes. This is different from straight sex. It is more sensitive, like the first time you ever had sex. Every sensation burned itself deep into your mind, then, and each of these sensations is doing the same. After all, this is your first time, all over again. Suddenly a new orgasm is approaching, but different. It's smaller, and more centralised. As the feelings wash through you, you find it's not so much an orgasm as a strong, deep shiver, tensing you up and relaxing you at the same time. It feels good. You know you'll do anything to feel it again in the future. Then his finger pulls out and suddenly you feel totally empty. A whimper escapes your lips, a small sign of desire and wantonness. You body squirms, writhes and twists in its bonds. You want more, no, need more. You feel his breath now, hot on your thigh. It slowly moves upwards, over your hot, wet pussy. His tongue glides out, moving up and through your open pussy. It feels so good. The bed moves under you ad he changes position. His tongue continues to glide up, rasping over your hard clit, and your hips drive upwards with the electric sensation. Upwards, over your sweaty stomach, his wet tongue continues. You feel his body slowly move up over yours, his tongue never breaking away. It slides up and over your rib cage, to the soft curve of your breast. Up, and directly over your nipple, and electricity dances over your skin. His lips lightly suck at it before the trek continues up to your shoulder. His tongue traces your shoulder blade, and his breath is hot, washing over your skin. Upwards, to the hollow of your throat, where his lips nibble lightly. Shivers run down your spine. Just as his lips begin to move higher up your neck, you now feel his body rubbing up against yours. You now feel his raging cock pressing against your thigh. It is hot against your skin, and hard, pushing against you firmly. You want to feel it inside of you. His lips move up and begin to nibble at your earlobe. The head of his cock presses now at your wet pussy. You are open, ready for him. Slowly, he presses against you, his cock plunging smoothly into you, perfectly aligned. His chest is pressed into yours, his face buried in your neck, and slowly, his hips rock, thrusting gently, and insistently. Easily, is cock forges into you. You feel the walls of your pussy spread to envelope him. Deeper and deeper he glides in, filling you. Hot. You feel so hot. You try to rock your hips in time with his, but he bears his weight down on you, holding you still against the bed. His hips move slower now, and each movement forces his hard, smooth shaft deeper into you. It feels glorious. His teeth nibble lightly at your throat, and shivers dance up and down your spine. Each nip of his teeth seems to coincide with the forward drive of his cock. Each movement is longer now. His glides sleekly in and out of your fluttering pussy. Each movement back takes him to the very edge of pulling out, and each drive back in forces him deep inside, until his groin presses up against you, rubbing lightly at your clit. Out again, very slowly. Back in, slow and deep. It feels so good, but you want more, need more. "Faster." Your voice is barely a whisper. No more than a breath of a word, passing through your lips. He hears you though, and his movements begin to speed up, just a little. His hard shaft glides smoothly out, and then plunges back in, deep and firm. A little fast each time, ever so little. Your breath quickens as you feel that familiar sensation. Each forward thrust presses his groin against your clit, each time a little harder, and faster. Your pussy clenches firmly onto his moving cock. The sensation grows. His movements quicken and you reach to hold him close. The bonds on your wrist keep you firmly in place. Unable to move, the sensation grows inside of you. You can feel it in your breasts and shoulders now. You try to wrap your legs around him, and again, are held firmly down. Now each thrust in makes the sensation grow, moving through your ass, and down your tight thighs. Your toes flex, and you feel the orgasm grow and spread, your entire body becoming very sensitive to all of the sensations. Faster and faster, his cock rubs against your pussy. Your clit is beginning to jump each time his body slaps against it. You feel every inch of his skin against yours, and the rasping of the sheets against your back. You feel the nylon on your ankles and wrists, holding you tight. Each move he makes drives you closer and closer to the brink. Never before have you felt an orgasm this intensely. And still it grows. Your hips rock ever so slightly, but insistently, pressing yourself against him, timing your movements with his. Closer and closer. The orgasm builds, each wave washing through your entire body now, sending you higher and higher, towards the peak. Suddenly, a new sensation joins in and sends you totally over the edge. His finger presses lightly at your asshole, and your entire body clenches. The orgasm explodes inside of you, and waves of pleasure rush out and through you. Every muscle in your body clenches and relaxes, clenching again. The finger tickles tightly at your asshole again and the orgasm explodes again, from nowhere. It forces out from your centre, dancing through every nerve in your body. The waves of pleasure ride back and forth, skipping lightly through you. Each wave is a little smaller than the last. His finger presses into your asshole, driving in, and again, a huge orgasm explodes inside. You feel your asshole clenching tightly on his finger, and you feel full and sexy, dirty even. Your fingers and toes ache from clenching for so long. Slowly, the orgasm fades. Your breath rushed in and out, gasping. His finger withdraws from your ass and you feel his hard cock slowly softening inside you. "God, that was amazing." You words rasp out through dry lips. His reply is just as worn and raged, "Now, we're done." His body moves against you, and you feel him reach up above you. Suddenly, you hands are loose once more. His body lift up and off of you, his cock slipping wetly from your pussy. A swift tug and your legs are free as well. You are so tired, exhausted even. But this is a good exhaustion. Never have you felt an orgasm explode in you like that. Never have you felt so satisfied after sex. Never have you dreamed of trying anything like what just happened to you. You never realised how well fear and lust mixed together to make sex so powerful. You know you will want to experience it again. Your eyes open and you slowly look around the room. He is already dressed and preparing to leave. You look at him and wonder if something like this will ever happen again. He looks into your eyes, and your hear his words, "Remember this. Sometime, when you least expect it, I will be back and you will learn something new again." And with that, he turns and is gone. Once again, you are alone in your bedroom, but if you close your eyes, you know you will remember every moment of this amazing experience.