2 comments/ 187689 views/ 35 favorites To Fuck a Thief By: Erlikkhan Every time she looked at him all she could think about was his cock. Was it big and throbbing with veins bulging out from the flesh? Was it long and smooth? Was the head large and swollen? Not that it mattered. She just wanted to suck it. In fact she would gladly have dropped to her knees behind the counter to do just that if she thought she could get away with it… and not get fired. After all, he was her boss. Kristy could feel her pussy leaking into her panties the more she thought about it. She had been attracted to the handsome 27 year old Pharmacist ever since she started working there. He seemed to enjoy her flirting but she hadn’t worked up the nerve to take it any further. Not yet anyway. This left her in the awkward position of leaving work every night with a pussy that badly needed attention. Kristy was twenty, blonde, shapely in all the right places and constantly horny. Sex was always on her mind. Getting laid should have been easier. Fingers and vibrators were okay, but what she really needed was a big thick cock stuffed inside her. Not that she was inexperienced. Kristy had fucked her share of men. She just needed it more often… like three or four times a day! She left work that afternoon with a particularly strong burning in her loins. She wanted to run right home to her vibrator, but first she needed to stop at a nearby department store. They were having a one day half-price sale on women’s underwear. At the rate she was going through panties from constantly being horny she needed a few extra pair. Kristy picked out several thongs, panties and bras that she liked. She really wanted to try them on first, but knew that trying on underwear was not something the store encouraged. She found a pair of jeans, glanced around to make sure no one was looking, wrapped the panties and bras in the jeans and went back to the dressing rooms. She put on a pair of black lacy silk thongs that felt really sexy. She bent over and looked at her ass in the mirror and could just imagine wearing them to work, bending over like that and having her Pharmacist plunge his cock into her from behind. The image stuck in her mind. Her pussy demanded to be touched. Kristy backed up and pressed her ass to the mirror then put a hand down the front of the thongs until her fingers were digging in her cunt. Her other hand cupped a tit encased in a flimsy bra. In less than two minutes her body stiffened and shook with a powerful orgasm. Cum gushed from her pussy and soaked the crotch of the thong she was wearing. Kristy realized she couldn’t give them to the sales clerk in that condition. It would be too embarrassing. Besides, the store wouldn’t miss them and she was buying a number of other items to make up for it. Leaving the thongs in place, she pulled on her clothes, stuffed her old underwear in her purse and proceeded to the check-out counter. Kristy thought she had escaped without incident as she headed towards the exit. Unfortunately security had been more observant than she thought. Two guards grabbed her at the door, asked to see her purse and pulled out the panties and bra she had worn into the store. “Let’s go into the back, Miss. You’ll have some explaining to do. Unless you aren’t wearing any underwear, that is.” Kristy tried to explain as she was escorted into a small office in the back. The big one closed and locked the door. He looked menacing, his muscular body standing 6’4” and weighing no less than 250 #’s. He had short black hair, brown eyes, a square jaw and a very serious look on his face. His partner was smaller, but not by much. He had blonde curly hair and blue eyes. He wasn’t smiling either. He was the first to speak. “Take them off. The blue jeans… take them off. Kristy looked from one to the other and realized they were quite serious. She unsnapped her jeans and slipped them down over her ass and legs stepping out of them one at a time. She stood looking at the two men quite conscious that there was still a large wet spot in her crotch. The big man’s eyes focused between her legs before looking up into her frightened eyes. “Now the top.” “But I…” “I SAID THE TOP.” Kristy wanted to tell them that she paid for all the bras, and that hers was in her purse because she hadn’t bothered to put it back on after trying the others. She realized it was futile to try and explain anything to these Neanderthals. She pulled off her top and stood naked in front of them except for the small, damp patch of silk covering her pussy mound. “Good. Now take off the stolen merchandise and hand it to Sergeant Jones.” She did as she was told and stood there naked with her arms by her side and her legs together. Her shaved pussy puffed out from between her thighs like a small plum with a seam down the middle. Her shapely tits hung majestically from her chest and were capped with brown nipples that pointed slightly outward. Although Kristy was nervous, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of excitement at the way the two hunks were lewdly staring at her. Jones lifted the crotch of the thongs to his nose and breathed deeply, then tossed them over to his partner whose name tag read McGee. He held up the flimsy black undergarment and inspected it before dropping it on the desk. Then he rummaged through her purse and pulled out her driver’s license. “Definitely store merchandise, Kristy. It is Kristy isn’t it?” She nodded her head, still not sure where this was going. “Normally we would turn you over to the local authorities. There’d be a hefty fine. It would go into your record. You could lose your job. And it would become public.” The blonde known as McGee stood and walked slowly around Kristy as he talked. He stopped behind her and checked out her creamy white ass cheeks - two perfect spheres separated by a dark crevice running down the middle. “It would become public… all the little details published in the local papers, like how there was a large wet stain in the crotch of the panties. Be a lot of explaining to do.” He walked back around to her front and stared lustfully at her tits and then her pussy. He sat on the edge of the desk. “But me and Sergeant Jones are reasonable men and would hate to see a cute tart like yourself get into trouble with the law. We’re going to give you a chance to explain why we shouldn’t turn you in to the authorities. But it had better be good.” Kristy was at a loss for words. “Um… well… you see, I didn’t want to give them to the sales clerk like that. You know, all messy in the front. Um… please… I’ll do anything.” She meant what she said... at least to a point. She was nervous, but the thought of these two large men having their way with her was exciting. She had never been with two men at the same time although she had thought about it often. Her nipples swelled and her pussy started to churn. “You’re going to have to do much better than that, Kristy. My partner here is not nearly as easy to convince as I am. He might be more understanding if you’d get down on your knees and beg for mercy.” McGee grabbed her arm and guided Kristy over to his partner, forcing her down to her knees. Jones unzipped his trousers and pulled out the largest slab of meat Kristy had ever seen. She looked back up at McGee who shrugged his shoulders as if there was nothing he could do about it. Jones spoke his first words in a deep voice. “This here’s mercy. Now why don’t you show my partner and me if that pretty little mouth of yours knows how to beg for mercy. But remember, you have a lot of convincing to do.” On cue, McGee unzipped and pulled out a second large slab of meat which he dangled in her face. Kristy looked up at Jones with her big eyes then wrapped her fingers around his huge girth and snaked her tongue across the bulging purple head. She wrapped the fingers of her other hand around McGee’s cock and started stroking it. She continued licking Jones like an ice cream cone before moving her mouth to McGee’s cock and doing the same thing. Kristy had been horny all day. Now she had a chance to fill her sexual appetite not just with one cock, but with two. She was determined to make the most of the situation. The size of the two men worried her a little, but excited her as well. She couldn’t wait to feel her pussy stuffed full of these monster cocks. Now all she had to do was figure out how to fit them into her mouth. She stretched her mouth around the bulbous head of Jones until her lips encircled the ridge of his crown. She sucked hard while swirling her tongue across the tight skin of his knob, then fucked just the head in and out of her mouth. “Oh shit… fucking incredible… ahhhhhhh…” After teasing Jones with her eager mouth, she moved to McGee whose cock was long but not as thick. She engulfed it by taking him deep into her mouth until the pointed tip pressed against the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down sucking and slurping his meat aggressively. He pushed into her throat a little at a time until she could feel his pubes brushing against her lips each time he thrust his cock into her mouth. McGee was close to orgasm when Kristy pulled her mouth from his cock to work on the other monster. McGee was impatient and moved around behind her. He lifted her ass off the floor until she was standing bent over at the waist. Jones sat in a nearby chair so she could prop herself while she tried to stuff more and more of his meat into her mouth. Meanwhile McGee ran two long fingers across her already soaked cunt, burying them and twisting them around inside her. Kristy let out a muffled groan in response to the sudden invasion of her pussy. She knew what was coming next. The fingers in her pussy withdrew and were replaced by a bulging knob of flesh pushing against her juicy peach. She felt it split open as his large cock penetrated her fuck hole and slid deep inside. Her head was spinning from the incredible pressure of McGee’s cock prying open the tight walls of her cunt. When he started to fuck her she couldn’t hold back. “MMMmmmmppphhh… UUUunnnnggghhh… AAAaahhhhhhh…” She was so horny her body went into instant orgasm. She stiffened then started jerking and shaking. She had to take her mouth from the large cock filling it in order to catch her breath. Jones grabbed the back of her head and slammed his monster back between her lips. Kristy was stuffed full of cock in both ends and was loving it. The initial rush of her orgasm had subsided somewhat but she still felt totally out of control. McGee had her hips tight in his grip as he pounded his cock repeatedly into her churning pussy. He looked down and watched his glistening shaft slide in and out between her creamy cheeks. Her tight little asshole glistened with juices which continued to pour from her cunt. He could see the lips of her cunt wrapped tightly around his engorged shaft each time he pulled out. Jones felt the warmth of her mouth envelop his monster as he slammed his cock repeatedly between her lips. She swirled her tongue over the massive head as she sucked and slurped aggressive on the hard flesh. He tried to force his cock into her throat but each time she started to gag. Spit drooled down his shaft and dripped from her chin. He wanted more and suggested to his partner that they switch. “Good idea. Let’s see if our little thief can get that monster inside her body.” Kristy felt herself being turned around until her back was to Jones. She straddled his lap and was slowly lowered until the swollen head of his huge cock pushed up between her legs and into the moist folds of her pussy lips. She leaned forward and pushed down until she felt her swollen peach split apart and stretched as his massive cock was forced into her tight pussy. The pressure in her belly was unlike anything she had ever felt. Every nerve ending in her body was tingling with pleasure. He bottomed out inside her with about two inches still to go. She lifted up and slammed back down on his cock, then again and again. Kristy couldn’t hold back the orgasm which ripped through her body with an intensity she couldn’t control. “Oooohhhh… aaaaahhhhhhh… uuuuhhhhhhh…uuuhhhhhh… oooooohhhhhhh…” Her squeals were muted when McGee grabbed her head and shoved his cock between her lips. He began to fuck her face with a frenzy while Jones continued to pound his monster up her tight cunt. Kristy was completely out of control gasping for air as one orgasm after another surged through her body. Juices gushed freely from her pussy. Jones couldn’t hold back. Kristy’s tight pussy gripped his cock like a vice. Cum churned in his balls as he repeatedly pounded his meat into her body. His hands wandered up to her tits and pinched her nipples hard. The next time she slammed her pussy down on his cock he shoved up into her hard driving his cock all the way into her body. A powerful blast of hot cum surged through his swollen member and erupted deep into her belly. Kristy lifted up and slammed down as another huge blast of cream filled her cunt. Her whole body started shaking as ripples of pleasure consumed her. She tried to scream out but only uttered muffled moans because of the cock in her mouth. The huge monster inside her continued spewing seed up her cunt until she could feel it seeping out the sides of her pussy. McGee felt the vibrations of her throat against his cock. She gagged and choked trying to get air as he held her head and repeatedly pounded her face. Spit was drooling from his shaft and her chin. He felt a huge load building in his balls. Just before his cock exploded he pulled from her mouth and aimed the swollen head at her face. A steady stream of thick cum sprayed from the tip and splashed across her lips, nose and cheek. A second stream gushed across her forehead and into her hair. McGee pushed his cock back between her lips and pumped the rest of his load into her mouth. Kristy had one last orgasm as Jones slowly deflated inside her pussy. He pushed her off him. She collapsed onto the floor with cum oozing from her pussy, drooling from her mouth and dripping down her face. Jones and McGee straightened their clothes and prepared to leave the room. Kristy, who had regained some semblance of consciousness, sat up and looked at them. “No more shoplifting Kristy. But now that we know each other feel free to stop by anytime.” Kristy smiled and waved goodbye. Yes, she thought, she was definitely going to shop here more often. Kristy pulled on her clothes and went to the ladies room to clean herself. The aching in her loins had been temporarily satisfied but she was already feeling horny again. Kristy strolled confidently out of the store. The experience had changed her. She was going to be more bold and aggressive in the future. Tomorrow she would fuck her boss at work… or get fired. She didn’t care. In fact instead of going home she was going to find a pub and look for some helpless businessman having a pint after work. In fact, maybe she could talk him into fucking her ass… something she loved and was still in need of servicing. Just as she got out the door she was grabbed by three policemen who handcuffed her and threw her in the back of their car. One got in the back with her while the other two sat in the front. None of them said a word as they sped off. Finally the one riding shotgun turned and looked at her with a deadly serious face. “You really fucked up this time, didn’t you young lady? Shoplifting is a serious crime. On top of that you offered sexual favors to the security guards to drop it. That’s called prostitution and bribery. You’re going to do jail time, Miss.” Now Kristy was scared. She couldn’t go to jail. She just couldn’t. “Look, there’s been some mistake. Please. Please don’t make me go to jail. I’ll do anything to make it right. I’ll work at the store for free. I’ll give you everything I have in savings. Please don’t take me to jail.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She looked from one to the other looking for signs of sympathy. The car pulled into an alley and stopped. The officer in the back seat spoke. “You and Joe go for a short walk while I talk to the little lady back here, okay?” The other two got out of the car and walked towards the end of the alley. The policeman in the back seat unlocked her handcuffs. He was a big man like the two store security guards. Kristy was still terrified, unsure what was going to happen to her. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that you didn’t do anything wrong, that you’ve been set up. Why don’t you tell me exactly what happened. Don’t leave out any details.” Kristy told him the entire story. She tried to minimize the details of her sexual encounter but he insisted she tell him. Her nipples became hard and she could feel her pussy leaking as she recounted the incident. When she was finished she sat there in silence waiting for him to speak. “From the way you told the story I would say you enjoyed what they did to you. Would you agree?” Kristy was unsure how to answer. She noticed a police car pulling into the alley behind them and another pulling in front “Um… well, you know, they were bigger than me.” “The truth. I want the truth. Did you have an orgasm.” “Um… I guess… yeah.” “How many? Several, right? The fact is you couldn’t get enough, could you?” Kristy shook her head in agreement, afraid to disagree. Besides, it was true. “That’s what I thought. Turn around.” He handcuffed her hands behind her back and put a blindfold over her eyes. He opened the door and pushed her out of the car. He took her by the arm and walked her down the alley to a door in one of the buildings. They went into a room with mattresses along one of the walls. He pushed her down to her knees. “Wait here.” He left. Kristy was terrified. She couldn’t see and couldn’t really move very well with her hands cuffed behind her back. Five minutes passed, then ten. Finally she heard the door open. Footsteps walked up to her. She heard a zipper being pulled down and then felt a fleshy protrusion brushing against her face. Hands went to the back of her head. A fat cock pushed between her lips and into her mouth. It quickly grew to full hardness. Kristy was still scared but did what came natural. Her tongue swirled over the swollen head as she sucked him into her mouth. She pushed her tongue under the length of his cock and let it slide into her throat. He started fucking her face as if it were a pussy. It was all she could do to keep from choking. This strangers big thick cock relentlessly hammered in and out of her mouth and down her throat. His balls slapped against her chin. Spit was drooling freely from her lips and dripping from his cock. She struggled for air but each time she pulled her mouth away he quickly rammed his cock back into it. Her jaw was sore. She was helpless to move her hands and had to take his relentless pounding. After about five minutes of this he pulled on her hair and rammed his cock hard into her mouth. Warm cum splashed off the roof. He continued fucking into her mouth and filling it with creamy seed which drooled from her lips. When he was finished someone else came into the room and pushed her down on the mattress. He unsnapped her jeans and pulled them down with her panties removing them from her one leg at a time. Then he ripped the blouse from her body. He helped her back up to her knees and pressed her face down into the mattress. Kristy felt a cock press against the entrance to her pussy and split open as it pushed inside her. It went deeper and deeper until it was fully buried in her cunt. Despite the humiliation of it all, her body responded passionately to this invasion. A powerful orgasm was building in her belly. The big cock slammed into her hard jerking her body forward on each thrust. To Fuck a Thief Scarlett Kushchenko rubbed lotion over her long, sleek legs, pausing and smiling at the birthmark -- shaped like a phallus -- on the front of her left thigh. Not that she needed any help, but she was sure that birthmark facilitated her getting laid at least a dozen times. She stopped lotion application once again to inspect her rose-and-briars right ankle tattoo to convince herself it was as colorful as the day it was applied. Her legs now nice and silky, she straightened up and admired the reflection of her naked body in the hotel full length mirror. She was pleased at how perky her breasts looked. To view the bubble shape of her ass, however, she needed to flip her 42 inch (1.1 m) long Anna-Chapman-red hair off to one side. She laughed to herself thinking about how her hair color was called "Anna-Chapman-red" after her now infamous Russian spy twin sister. Lastly she scrutinized the curly red-haired landing strip above her otherwise shaved pussy. Yes, its arrowhead shape, pointing to the little bit of heaven she could provide any man lucky enough to interest her, was trimmed perfectly. Happy with her looks, she pinned her long hair up in the fancy bun she normally wore it in, and retired for the night. Though unhappy that she didn't have a lover, she was certain that her long nimble fingers would release some sexual tension. Scarlett -- she had her name legally changed from Tatyana -- is what would colloquially be known as a "piece of work," as well as a "great piece of ass." There almost wasn't a job she couldn't do, a feat she couldn't perform, a guy she couldn't seduce. She had worked as -- sometimes two or three professions at the same time --a school teacher, cocktail waitress, actress, stockbroker, children's book author and editor (Rapunzel was her favorite classic fairy tale), personal trainer, and sailing instructor, among others. But now she had found her real calling -- trade secret "liberator" [thief]. In her present occupation her sassy mouth, sharp wit, and quick temper, could often work to her advantage. To steal trade secrets you have to be smart, cunning, fearless, and most of all sexy and willing to take advantage of the inability of the male protector of the confidential information to think when his cock fills with blood. Scarlett was good -- no, actually she was terrific -- at what she did. She vowed never to end up being apprehended, like her sister Anna was. Scarlett had learned what her KGB father had taught them far better than her twin. Her upcoming job was her most unusual to date. A competing web site was willing to pony up $250,000 if Scarlett could steal the source code of Literotica, the worldwide leader in erotic stories. There had to be a guy somewhere who had access to it and where there was a guy there was a fuck, and where there was a fuck there was a theft. She found that the technical director of Literotica, who went only by his screen name "Prodigal," was to be at a conference in Washington D. C. After that he was taking a mini-vacation white water rafting on the Cheat and Youghiogheny rivers in West Virginia. Scarlett decided the raft trip was the place to seduce him, and during the trip, or immediately thereafter, steal a flash drive with the source code on it. So Scarlett signed up for the same adventure. The trip was to be four days; an introductory party the first night at a first lodge then three days of rafting with stays at different lodges each night. While introductions were being made by the trip guides at the party everyone laughed at Prodigal's name. Well actually the men laughed. The women just stared slack jawed. Prodigal was a hunk and a half, about 6'2" (1.9 m) tall, probably 210 pounds (95 kg), with bulging arm and leg muscles, surfer blond hair, and a movie-star handsome face. You could see his muscles since despite what would be considered chilly October air outside he was the only one wearing a short sleeve shirt and bicycle pants. Scarlett decided this was going to be more fun than she had thought. She quickly went to her room before the party got in full swing and changed into her high tech clothes. They flattered her but that wasn't all they were good for. She had already decided to use her "coy-deploy-enjoy" technique which was facilitated by the fact that most of the women on the trip were fawning over Prodigal. She made sure to stay in his line of vision and could tell that he was almost constantly checking her out -- shit, what a surprise; she was Anna Chapman's twin for God's sake! Coy: Every time he started to approach her she would subtly move away or go up to one of the guides in a flirtatious manner. She was almost cornered once but escaped into the Ladies room. Finally she detected a resigned look on his face -- time for the next stage. Deploy: Walking like she was a little bit tipsy, but not drunk, she strolled right next to Prodigal, with him on her left and partially turned to face her. Without looking at him as she got right next to him she pushed a button on an actuator causing the 3 inch heel on her left shoe to collapse inwardly "causing" her to stumble into him. He instinctively grabbed her tear-away blouse to hold her up, ripping it off and exposing her bare tits as she gently fell to the floor. Prodigal was shocked but couldn't help staring at her beautiful breasts while holding her blouse in his hands. Scarlett pretended that she was dazed and made no attempt to cover up her boobs. After she was sure Prodigal got a good look she extended her hand and asked if he could help her up, which he was quick to do. "Can I have my blouse back to cover up please?" "Oh, uh, oh yeah, sorry," Prodigal stammered while handing her the torn tunic. Then he continued "I really, really, did not mean to do that." Pretending she was somewhat miffed Scarlett said: "I guess you don't know your own strength. Listen, Samson, can you help me back to my room, and carry my shoe with the broken heel?" "Oh, yeah, sure, anything," Prodigal replied as he picked up the damaged footwear only too anxious to assist. With that, Scarlett let Prodigal hold her up by her left arm, covered her right boob with her torn blouse so he could still see most of her left boob, and rather than taking her good, right, shoe off, limped along with one shoe on and one off to her room. Enjoy: When they got to Scarlett's room, it was clear that Prodigal was chagrined -- he had profusely apologized the entire way. After Scarlett opened the door he asked if there was anything he could do to help. "Yes. Please help me to my bed and be sure to close the door, I don't want anyone looking in at me in this condition." "Yeah, sure," Prodigal murmured as he did as told. "Listen, I don't want to keep calling you Samson, what is your name?" "Prodigal." "If you leave my room will you ever return?" Scarlett chuckled, pleased with her little joke. Prodigal laughed, "I haven't heard that one before," trying to be nice, but knowing she wouldn't believe that. Scarlett put her left foot up on the mattress and winced. "Something wrong?" Prodigal asked. "My ankle is sore. Could you check it out to see if there is something broken?" With that she scooted back on the bedspread, causing her skirt to bunch up near her crotch. Prodigal sat down on the mattress, lifting Scarlett's left foot onto his lap. When he looked over at Scarlett she didn't make eye contact with him; she pretended to just look at her foot while still wincing. He got a different look. Somehow she was having a hard time covering up that left tit, which was still plainly visible, and since she had no panties he gazed upon her birthmark then straight up from there upon the arrowhead of red hair -- which focused his eyes directly on her bare pussy. Instant Hard-On! As Prodigal perfunctorily massaged Scarlett's foot she moved it directly into contact with his rising flagpole causing it to immediately harden even more. After a few torturous seconds, Scarlett pretended to notice Prodigal's hard-on. She started sobbing, and leaned forwarded. "What's wrong?" "Men can always tell when a woman is in need of sex, can't they." "What?" "I see your manhood growing. You could tell I haven't been laid in too long and will try to take advantage of me, won't you?" Scarlett continued as her ripped blouse now dropped completely from her hands. Prodigal was dumbfounded, even more so when Scarlett leaned forward further and started to sob on his shoulder. Her bare tits were pressing into his chest and arm. Her skirt had ridden up even more and her pussy lips had parted slightly. "This was your plan from the first time you saw me, wasn't it?" Scarlett challenged as she raised her teary face from his shoulder and put it right next to his. By now Prodigal was virtually slobbering and of course unable to think since his dick had hijacked all his blood. Regardless of what he told himself on the conscious level there was no way he could deny that subconsciously he wanted to fuck this woman's brains out. He kissed her then they lay down on the bed next to each other as his hands explored her creamy breasts and she put her arms around his neck. Not only was fucking Prodigal the most important part of her plan, Scarlett liked this guy's looks, and he was a really good kisser. So this wasn't going to be simply a "hook 'em" fuck -- she would make sure that their upcoming fuck was going to be one he'd write about in his memoirs. Scarlett was an expert at making a guy think he was in control during sex when in fact she was the puppeteer. It wasn't five minutes before her skirt -- her last article of clothing -- was completely off as was his shirt, shoes, pants, and socks -- everything but his boxers with his cock sticking through the fly. Scarlett turned him on his back, scooted around so that she was straddling him with her ass in his face, and moved his boxers off, with Prodigal only too willing to help by lifting up his ass. She was pleased to see he had an attractive and meaty dick, and low hanging testicles. She sucked him like a vacuum for a few minutes while caressing his balls and mumbling with her mouth full of cock for him to stick his finger in her ass -- which he obliged. Once Prodigal was groaning like a zombie she stuffed his woody into her cunt and started riding him reverse cowgirl. Not your normal reverse cowgirl. As she rode him she arched her back, continued to knead his balls with both hands, and yelled at him to finger her ass. Usually -- hell 99.999% of the time -- things like this only happen in a guy's dreams so Prodigal was not fully prepared to handle it. It was clear that he was going to cum as fast as he ever had. Within just a couple of minutes of her trick bull riding routine Prodigal was spewing gobs of cum into Scarlett's wet pussy. While this obviously pleased Scarlett -- as indicated by her continuous "Shit yeah" exclamations -- it didn't retard her rodeo ride one iota and she continued to bounce and twist like she was trying to rip Prodigal's dick off. Not that he objected, mind you, because even after his last wad had been expelled her pussy sliding over his cock felt great. Also, Prodigal really enjoyed seeing the effect the twisting and reciprocating of two fingers in Scarlett's ass was having on her. She clearly loved it and it obviously heightened her orgasm when she finally came, shrieked, and collapsed on his legs. After a few minutes they pulled apart, Scarlett gave him a tender kiss on the lips and said "Thank you, I really needed that," and then lay her head on his shoulder. While she softly chatted, he quickly fell asleep, with a smile on his face that said "my best fuck ever." She raised her head, looked at the dozing fucker, and grinned: he was a "bonk and conk" guy. That was very useful information for the future. Prodigal woke up in the middle of the night and this time he was the aggressor and fucked the shit out of Scarlett in the missionary position. She loved it. She liked his cock, she liked his strength, she liked his body, she liked the large volume of nut butter he coated her vagina with; yeah this was going to be a fun assignment. It was clear after the first night that Prodigal was not going to give up fucking Scarlett on this trip, so much so that he was almost following her around like a dog sniffing another's ass. They didn't really give a shit what anyone else thought so they made it clear to the organizers that they would only need one lodge room for the rest of the trip -- causing all the single women on the trip to hate Scarlett. While Prodigal being infatuated with her was not surprising to Scarlett she was surprised when he was actually clingy when they would get in and out of the raft, and he seemed to be nervous much of the time in the white water. While sitting together on adjacent rocks during lunch of the first day she asked him: "Hey super-stud, why are you so skittish?" "It's kind of embarrassing." "So was ripping my blouse off, but that didn't stop you. Fess up." "Well I'm not good in the water. I can barely swim at all. I was always playing football and baseball, and wrestling, and never took the time for lessons." "Then why come on a raft trip?" "Well you always have a life jacket on, and a helmet, and guides to help you out, so I thought it would be OK. But I am a little nervous." "Yeah, and the Pope is a little Catholic too. Well don't worry, I won't let you drown," Scarlett said as she rose with a diabolical smile on her face and whispered in his ear "Unless it's in my pussy," getting the desired blush from Prodigal. While most of the rafters' luggage would be delivered to the lodge they would stay in for the last night of the trip, after all the rafting was over, everyone had a few items with them. As expected Scarlett saw that Prodigal had a flash drive with him that he tried to hide in a small case that looked like a dopp kit, but with a lock on it. The sex with Prodigal was great the entire trip. Every night he would eat her, fuck her, immediately fall asleep and then wake her in the middle of the night and fuck her again. He had an active tongue, properly abused her G-spot, and put every ounce of effort he had into fucking her in multiple positions. Heavenly! The last night, during the "Goodbye Party," Scarlett slipped away to their room. The case was on the desk -- "how simple," she thought. She easily picked the lock, removed the flash drive, stuck it in her purse, wiped her prints off a dummy drive, put the dummy in the dopp kit, wiped her prints off the lock and closed it back up, and returned to the party. When she and Prodigal got back to the room for their last night of sex before they went their separate ways, she thought he was acting a little strangely. With an embarrassed look on his face he said: "Uh, Scarlett. I have this, kinda, well, fantasy of tying a woman's hands to the bed post and feet to the footboard and then having my way with her. Uh, well, is it possible, uh..." "Oh spit it out super-stud. You want me to fulfill your little sex dream, don't you?" "Would you?" "Sure." With that, Prodigal pulled some strips of nylon webbing out of his luggage ("Did the asshole plan this?" Scarlett thought to herself) and tied her hands together to the headboard and her feet to the foot board with her legs spread widely. He then slowly moved all of her clothes off her breasts and crotch, ran his fingers alternately gently, then smoothly, and then roughly, over all of her sensitive parts, nibbled on her nipples, and pulled her curly red landing strip hair. By this time Scarlett was already in full-fledged pre-climax mode. Then Prodigal straddled her, licked her clit, massaged a tit with one hand, and fingered her labia with the other. Massive orgasm #1. Starting immediately after she stopped writhing from her first orgasm, he started again. This time while sucking her clit into his mouth, he penetrated her pussy and stroked her G-spot with two fingers, and with the other hand kneaded one of her creamy thighs. Soon: Massive orgasm #2. She had no sooner come down from #2 then he produced some lubricant, slathered up her rosebud and three fingers on his left hand, and one by one inserted the fingers into her anus, twisting, pushing, and pulling. With his right hand he twisted one nipple then the other, and kept flicking his tongue into her gash, then contacting her clit, and then back to her gash. By the time Massive orgasm #3 hit Scarlett the sheets beneath her crotch were sopping wet. Scarlett was in nirvana, almost a sex-induced stupor. Wow, she felt good. She couldn't wait for the upcoming penile insertion. But then she sensed something funny. Slowly snapping out of her fog of sex, she saw Prodigal going through her luggage -- with latex gloves on! Her quick temper flared! "What the fuck are you doing?" "I'm looking for the flash drive with the Literotica source code on it that you stole." "Huh. What flash drive?" "Don't deny it Scarlett -- Anna confessed to her crimes and you should too. I have a hidden camera video of you taking the flash drive from my dopp kit and when I find it your fingerprints will be all over it. You did a nice job of wiping your prints off the lock and dummy drive but they'll be on the real flash drive. Where is it?" Scarlett was flabbergasted, but still incensed, and not about to admit to anything. "You fucking bastard. Leave my stuff alone, Prodigal-shit." "I'm not Prodigal you twit. I'm agent Sean Stringer of the F. B. I. We've been monitoring your activities since your sister was arrested and have been tapping your phone the last month. When we found out about your little plan I took Prodigal's place." "You fucker!" "Yeah, I am, huh. To be honest that was an unexpected bonus. I have to say this was my best assignment ever. Woman, you are one over-the-top fantastic fuck; I mean sex with you has been in a different league than anything I ever experienced before." "Well sex with you wasn't worth a damn, asshole." Sean almost keeled over laughing at that one. "Wow -- then you are one hell of an actress because I thought for sure you just had three massive orgasms!" Scarlett continued to swear at Sean as he persevered in his search. Finally he went into Scarlett's purse -- there it was, in a zippered compartment. He carefully removed it and put it in an evidence bag, removed the video from his hidden camera and bagged that too. Then he turned to Scarlett and said "I'll see if I can get you deported instead of sent to prison. It would be such a waste for a spectacular creature like you to be in jail." Then he walked toward the bathroom, stopped, turned around and continued: "I would really have loved one last fuck, but I can't fuck you now that you're tied up and have no interest in fucking me anymore." With that he went into the shower stall, leaving the bathroom door open. Scarlett finally suppressed her temper, and her brain started grinding faster than the water was showering against Sean's body. Her thought process was temporarily interrupted when she saw Sean step out of the shower. "You know, I really have come to love his cock -- and look at that body," she said to herself. Then the obvious solution hit her. When Sean came back into the room wearing his boxers and a T-shirt he started covering Scarlett up with a sheet and blanket and said "It's been fun, but tomorrow I'm transporting you to the FBI office in Charleston, and from there you'll be transported to a Federal prison for an arraignment." Instead of venom spewing from Scarlett's mouth it was honey. "Listen Sean, I'm sorry about the things I said. You were just doing your job and you simply conned a con woman. After all the people I've conned how can I blame you for that? But there is one thing." To Fuck a Thief "What," Sean queried in a tone pregnant with skepticism. "I really did enjoy fucking you. There is no way you can deny that is there. No one is that good of an actress." Sean paused for a moment then smiled. "Yeah, I would have to say you probably enjoyed it almost as much as I did." "Well please, please, please fuck me again. I'm going to prison for at least a while, and I don't know when I'll have another cock in my pussy -- and I so want your beautiful cock one last time -- please." "It wouldn't be right for me to fuck you when you're restrained and now that you know who I am, and I sure as hell am not going to untie you." "You don't have to untie me. It will be fun for both of us. Please fuck the shit out of my cunt and ream my asshole with your fingers while you're doing it, PLEASE." Of course this would be a totally bullshit story if Sean resisted -- because no straight guy reading this could resist a consummate piece of ass asking to be fucked senseless while restrained. He remembered back on how silky smooth her pussy was -- how it seemed to invite his cock in and then latch on to it -- how she bounced, writhed, and rotated that ethereal organ. So of course Sean gave her the best pounding he was capable of, pumping her soaking wet cunt with his rock hard tool as she wiggled her hips while her arms and legs were confined. And of course for their mutual pleasure he did it while fingering her ass at the same time. That is until they had earth-shattering simultaneous orgasms. Once she came down from her mammoth climax, Scarlett had to act fast. "Bonk and conk" Sean was sure to be comatose for at least half an hour -- the shortest time he fell into a deep sleep after fucking her every other time. But she couldn't count on any more time than that and it had taken her a good 10 minutes to come down from her high. She felt the webbing at her hands, trying to find the knot. She found it. It was an anchor hitch knot, one very familiar to her from her sailing days. Her long dexterous fingers had it undone in less than two minutes. Careful not to disturb Sean she untied her feet, got dressed, purloined the evidence bags with the flash drive and video in them, took only the most basic items that she needed, including her purse, and put them in her small backpack -- abandoning the rest of her luggage -- and carefully turned the door knob. "BEEP, BEEP, BLEEP, BLEEP, BEEP, BEEP..." The bastard had put a portable alarm on the door -- how could she not have anticipated that? The noise was loud enough to wake up not only the sex-drugged Sean but half the floor of the lodge. She could already hear Sean stirring as she hustled out the door. The lodge was within 100 meters of the Youghiogheny river. She would follow it about a kilometer downstream to a crossing spot then go into the woods to a small town that was pointed out to them by the guides the last day of rafting. There she would hot wire a car and get her client (a Brazilian company) to get her out of the country. Even if Sean picked up her trail given his hydrophobia there is no way he would cross the river. Since it was very dark -- an overcast sky and no city lights -- and since the bank along the river was treacherous, she couldn't move as fast as she wanted to. She had gone only about 400 meters along the shore when she heard sounds in back of her. She turned to look just as clouds parted and moonlight basked the area -- it was Sean. Shit! How did he get there so fast? He was still a good 30-40 meters behind, however, so if she picked up the pace she could still accomplish her goal. It was then that she heard a splash. She went to the water's edge. There was Sean flailing in the water, while being rapidly carried downstream. While he was close to shore she knew he likely wouldn't be for long, and once swirled into the middle of the river even an Olympic swimmer couldn't survive let alone hydrophobic Sean. Quick thinking got her to a ledge overhanging the river and not more than two feet above it, the only possible rescue point. But there was no way she could hold on to the rocks with one hand and reach the other out for him -- she would be pulled in too, and that would mean death for both of them. Inexplicably her favorite fairy tale line popped into her head: "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!" She quickly pulled out the hairpin holding her crimson locks in place, twisted her neck to flip her hair into the water and screamed "Sean, grab my hair," as she tightly clutched the ledge with both hands. The pain was searing, prickly, pointed, and sharp all at the same time -- it felt like her scalp was being ripped off as Sean grabbed her locks. The pain seemed to last for minutes rather than the few seconds it likely did persist. Suddenly the pull was relieved. Sean was holding onto a rock on the shore. Scarlett reached out her hand and helped him out of the chilly water. He didn't even have a shirt on, only his pants and one shoe, the other obviously carried off by the raging torrent. She took off her outer garment, wrapped it around him, and they limped back to the lodge. The next day Sean called in his report. He told his boss that he had talked to Literotica's management and they agreed that if Scarlett would pass off a flawed source code to their competitor and represent that it was real that that was a better outcome than jailing her, and they would not press charges. He said Scarlett cooperated and had already expressed the flawed flash drive to her client [and had already been wired $250,000 to her Cayman's bank account -- something he didn't mention]. He told his superior that everyone was happy, Scarlett knew she had to get into another line of work since the authorities were on to her, and that it had been a truly harrowing experience during which he almost drowned. "Can I have a couple of days off Jim?" Sean asked the agent in charge. "I need time to recover." "Almost drowned, huh? See you in three days Sean. Be raring to go; and I promise, no more rafting gigs," Jim laughed back. Sean hung up the phone, gazed at the naked Scarlett reposed in his lodge room bed, and asked "Do you need anything Rapunzel?" "Just two aspirin for my splitting headache -- shit it hurts when your hair is almost pulled out -- and your cock in my cunt." To Fuck a Thief “Ohhhhh… oh god… please… ooohhhh… AAAAGGGHHH… UUUNNNGGGHHH…” A surge of pleasure ripped through her body. Her screams were loud and out of control. Her entire body shook and twisted as this stranger continued to pound his cock into her quivering pussy. Then she felt something pressing against her mouth. Someone else had entered the room. Her shrieks were muffled as the new participant’s cock slid between her lips. She was now getting fucked in both ends with her hands cuffed behind her back and a blindfold over her eyes. The cock in her pussy blasted a huge load of cum into her belly. He pulled out and was quickly replaced by another cock. She was on the verge of another explosion as she sucked and licked desperately on the hard shaft in her mouth. He pulled out. Hot cum gushed all over her face and hair. She could feel it running down her cheeks, chin and neck. A second orgasm ripped through her body as she screamed out in piercing shriek. The guy fucking her pressed a finger into her ass, then a second. He twisted them around inside her. He pulled his cock, dripping with cum and cunt juice, from her pussy and pressed the tip against her asshole. She felt herself open as he pushed into her dark tunnel. Another cock pushed into her mouth. After the guy fucking her ass had cum inside her she felt her body being moved again, this time by several men. She was laid on her side. Someone got behind her, lifted her leg and slipped his cock into her ass. Someone else slipped into her pussy from the front. She had two more orgasms as they fucked her pussy and ass. After they dumped their seed in her she was moved again. This time she straddled someone lying down and impaled her pussy onto his huge cock. It was even bigger than the security guard and filled her like she had never been filled before. She came hard as she felt another cock being shoved up her ass from behind. A third cock pressed against her lips from someone standing in front of her. Kristy couldn’t remember how many more guys fucked her in that room or whether it was the same guys fucking her over and over. What she could recall was a huge cock being shoved up her ass which she assumed was the same cock that had fucked her earlier. She had so many orgasms she lost count and wasn’t even sure she knew when one would end and another would begin. It was like an out of body experience. When the last cock had finished spraying cum all over he face and tits she was aware but not really lucent. She was lowered back to the mattress and felt the cuffs being removed from her hands. The door closed and she was all alone. She slowly removed the blindfold and saw that she was in a small dimly lit room with nothing in it except the few mattresses on the floor. Cum was dripping from her face and leaking from her pussy and ass. She found her jeans and slipped back into them. Her blouse was torn but she put it on the best she could. She walked out into the alley which was empty. As she walked to the street to hail a cab Kristy reflected on what had happened. She had been craving cock when she left work. What happened to her had been scary but it was also exciting. She had never cum so hard or so many times in her life. Yes, she thought, this was her new beginning. She would go home, shower and get some sleep. Tomorrow she would continue the exploration of her sexuality, first with her boss and then with anyone she could find. And if she ran out of places to look there was always the department store or the police station.