0 comments/ 65608 views/ 3 favorites The 'Cat' Burglar By: CreaseChef She lay at home asleep in her pj's. This was a typical Saturday night for her. She was fed up with local nightlife and the dating scene. It had been at least 7 months since she had even been on a date much less had any true romance. She was 23 and very beautiful. She stood a little over five foot two with dark hair and blue eyes. She was in very nice shape as well. She had very nice perky breasts and an ass to die for. She had no problems finding men, just problems finding a good one. So instead of going out on the town with her friends, she opted to stay home alone. She had fallen asleep around eleven. Suddenly she was awoken by a noise. The sound of a door opening, but no one else had a key to her apartment. She could hear someone moving throughout her apartment. She was scared. She remained quite and still hoping that the intruder would not wander into her room. She lay in wait for signs that the person had left, but instead she could hear footsteps coming towards her room. She slowly and quietly moved toward her closet and closed the door. She left a slight crack so in hopes that she might get a glimpse of the intruder, in case she needed to contact the police. The intruder entered her room. It was a man dressed in complete black and had a ski mask on his face. She could tell that he was a well built standing about five feet nine in height with broad shoulders and well toned muscles that were detailed by his tight black shirt. She tried not to breathe. He walked around her room looking through her drawers, rummaging through her most secretive belongings. He pulled out some of her underwear and looked at them. She hoped he did see everything she kept in her drawers. Then he went out of sight. She moved to try and see where he had gone and bumped into a box in the closet. Suddenly he appeared back in the room. He moved toward the closet. He slung open the door and grabbed her by her shirt. He pulled a knife from his back pocket and made sure that she saw it. He then threw her on the bed and told her to shut up, as he held the knife at her throat. He looked at her for a moment, gazing at her in her pj's. The he turned the knife towards her pajama shirt and one by one slowly cut the buttons off. With every button lost more and more of her naked body became visible. Then with the cut of the last button, her shirt parted and her perfectly shaped breasts lay exposed for the intruder. She wanted to scream, but she knew better. He lifted the bottom of his mask to reveal his lips. He lowered his mouth to her dark colored nipple and began to fondle it roughly with his tongue. She felt like crying. But the way he licked her nipple made her hot inside. After he was finished with one nipple he worked on the other. He began to tease it with his tongue and nibble at it with his teeth. She was getting hot. She thought to herself, "No, I won't…", but her body began to betray her. She could feel herself getting wet. It had been a longtime since anyone but herself had touched her breasts. He stopped fondling her breast, and began to untie her pajama pants. Once untied, he slowly pulled them down to her ankles. He stared at her panties. There she lay with her shirt wide open and her pants around her ankles, just one small piece of cloth standing between her and total exposure. He took his knife and ran it up her right leg until he reached the waist band of her satin panties. And with a quick jerk, he cut the band. Then he placed the knife on her left leg. She could feel the cold steel on her leg. He slid the sharp edge up her leg and under the waist band, and sliced the other side of the band like the first. He slowly pulled back the front her panties revealing her neatly trimmed mound of pubic hair and her now soaked pussy. He bent over and took in deep breath through his nose, smelling the sweet aroma of her juices. Fearing that she might run, he roughly pulled off her shirt. He tied one sleeve to her left wrist. Then he threaded the shirt through the bars in the head board, and secured the other sleeve to her right wrist. With her arms secure he took her panties and stuffed them in her mouth so she couldn't scream. Then he took her pants off, and using his knife cut them in two. Using each leg of pants, he bound her legs spread eagle to the lower bed posts. There she lay totally helpless and at his mercy, with the taste of her own nectar on her tongue. Again, he knelt to inhale her aroma, this time closer than the last. He reached out with his gloved hand touched her inner thigh. The feeling of the cold leather made her body tense. He moved his hand up towards her wetness. He brushed his fingers against her most secret opening. She jerked around, trying to escape, but she knew she was completely helpless. He ran his leather finger up her slit until he reached her hood. He pulled it back to reveal her pink clit. He rubbed it with his thumb. She tensed and shuddered. He could see her wetness in the moonlight from the window. It shined on his leather glove, from where he had touched her. He placed his finger at her moist opening, and slowly slid it in. There was little resistance. She clenched tight from the sensation of his finger inside. She was crying now. She knew where this was heading. But something inside her was aching with lust. She hadn't felt someone else inside her in a long time. It was a feeling the she had missed. He continued to slide his finger in and out of her drenched pussy, as he lowered his head towards his prize. He lifted her hood with his other hand exposing her awaiting clit. She watched his and felt his every move. He lowered his mouth towards her wetness. He slipped his tongue out and stroked her clit eagerly. He could feel her swelling from the inside. She was trying to fight him off, but with no avail. Bound and gagged she could do nothing. He licked her with intensity, teasing her clit and calling her a slut and a dirty whore. She could feel his goatee roughly rubbing her pussy lips as he licked her. She was getting wetter. She felt the urge to climax building inside. He withdrew his finger so he could remove his gloves. He placed them in his jeans pocket, and then focused on her cunt again. This time he licked her wetness from her pussy lips. She tasted sweet. First, just gentle laps of his tongue, then he increased his intensity, and finally he plunged his tongue deep inside her. This made her body twitch and quiver. He licked her deep and thoroughly as not to miss a drop of her nectar. He returned his awareness to her clit. It had swollen to the max from all the attention he had given her dripping pussy. He flicked the tip of his tongue at her clit. She felt an urge swell inside of her. He continued quickening his pace as he went. She knew this would do her in. She loved when a man licked her clit. It always got her off. He slid his now bare finger inside her as he continued to work her clit with his tongue. She was no match for the combination of the thrust of his fingers and his tongue. Soon, she climaxed powerfully, tightly squeezing his finger with every contraction of her inner walls. She lay there panting in exhaustion. He lifted his mouth away from her pussy and slowly withdrew his finger. He brought his finger to his mouth and licked the orgasmic essence from it. Bound, gagged and hopeless, she watched as he undid the button and zipper of his pants, and slid them to the floor. She could see his noticeable erection within his boxer shorts. Not bothering to remove his boxers, he fished his cock out of the slit in the front. She could see the pre-cum oozing from the hole of his dick. He climbed on the bed and straddled her chest, placing is bare dick between her perky tits. She could felt a cold sensation as his pre-cum touched her skin. He took one breast in each of his hands and squeezed them around his rigid cock. He gradually began to slide his cock between her tits, gaining speed as pre-cum leaked from his cock easing the friction between their skins. On every up thrust his dick brushed her chin, leaving deposits of his sticky pre-cum. He pinched her nipples as he fucked her flesh mounds, making her struggle and buck around. There was a fire brewing within her. She loathed him. He eased his thrusts and slid his cock from the wetness in her cleavage. He rubbed his body against hers as he moved downward towards her pussy. He stopped at the opening of her moist folds and rubbed the head of his cock between her lips and clit. Again she was crying, knowing that this was it. She wrestled and pulled against her bindings praying the she could get free, but there was no chance. He pushed his cock head into her soaked pussy, parting her sensitive lips. He thrust in with no resistance. She could feel his cock invading her most sacred place, hitting her deep, rubbing her from inside. She could not deny that within her subconscious she liked the way his cock felt inside her. He began to fuck her faster, thrusting deep with each stroke, sliding all the way out, just to feel the sensation of his cock head parting her lips again and again. His movements made her pussy ache. An immense pressure was mounting inside. He felt a similar urge building within him. His cock became more and more sensitive with every stroke. She arched back and released a muffled moan from her gagged mouth as she climaxed hard around his throbbing cock, sending wave after wave of orgasms through her body. The constriction of her muscles made him cum hard as he thrust into her cunt depositing his load deep inside her. He slid his cock out quickly, got up and put his pants and gloves on. On his way out of the bedroom, he cut free one of her hands and left out the door. And there she lay dazed, half bound, exhausted, and used. The Cat Burglar The dark knight and his hellish minions lay dead behind him, their vile black blood dripping from his sword. Before him lies the door to his prize, the one thing he has sought, that had tormented his dreams for so many years. He grabbed the handle and pushed the solid oak door open with a slight creak, entering the candle-lit room. He approached the ornately carved, four-poster bed, his heart thudding in his chest and slowly drew the curtain to one side. There she lay, with only a thin silk sheet covering her naked beauty; the Princess Cassandra, widely regarded as the most beautiful woman in all the realms. Her chest rises and falls as she sleeps, her large perfectly formed breasts forming graceful mounds in the sheet. Her nipples look like two silken acorns, her slightly parted lips full and pouting, eminently kissable, flowing locks of auburn hair framing her perfect face. His cock strains inside his tight steel codpiece, passion and desire flaring through his body. Her eyes flick open and she sits up suddenly, startled, the silk sheet slipping down to reveal her ample bosom. A smile crosses her face as she recognizes her knight in shining armour come to her rescue. She stretches out her arms, eager to crush her lips against his, anxious to feel his honed body pressed against hers. He advances quickly, shedding his blood-stained armour, his cock springing to life with it new found freedom. He reaches the edge of the bed........... BZZZZZZZZZZZ The alarm reverberates around the small bedroom, startlingly loud. He wakes up, his cock throbbing as the dream slowly fades from his memory. It's the same every night, the same incredible woman in the same dream, the same frustrated disappointment when the dream ends. He lets out a long sigh as his erection fades, his mind turning to the coming night's raid. Among those in the business, he is said to be the best. Never caught, always successful, he is the ultimate cat burglar. Tonight's raid will be the pinnacle of his career, something for the world to remember him by. The 43rd floor of the Carlton Tower, the private offices of Charles Carlton, oil and shipping magnate, multi-billionaire and owner of the finest collection of gems in the world. He collects his few belongings together, mostly the tools of his trade, checks out of the flea-pit motel and hails a cab into the city. As the cab travels through the downtown traffic his mind wanders back to the dream, back to her exquisite face, the slender neck, the large breasts so tantalizingly close... All too soon the cab pulls up outside a park a couple of blocks from his target and he wanders through the trees, waiting for night to fall. It's midnight and the streets are fairly deserted. A black garbed figure pads silently down an alley behind the building, searching for a hidden route up the building. Looking up, he sees that one half of the building is in the shadow of the building opposite - perfect cover. He starts his accent, scaling the building as easily as a normal person walks up stairs. After an hour he reaches the 43rd floor, at a window into the men's lavatory according to his plans of the building. He's quickly inside and silently walks towards the large double doors which lead into the main office. He's just about to press his ear to the door to listen when suddenly it opens and a figure is silhouetted in the semi-darkness. He barrels into the person, knocking them both to the floor, and hooks his foot around the door, closing it. He looks down at the now unconscious figure and realizes that it is a woman. Damn! The offices should have been empty by now. He feels her neck for a pulse - strong and steady. Good. He grabs her arms and drags her through the dark office towards the door to Carlton inner sanctum. Is presses his ear to the door - silence - then opens it and pulls the woman into the softly lit office. He looks down at her...... and take a sharp intake of breath. It's her! The woman from his dream. The same hair, the same lips, the same face, the same breasts, everything. Unbidden, his cock swiftly hardens, forming a significant lump in his skin tight pants. He stares at her for long moment, his mind reeling from shock. Slowly, his reason for coming here worms its way into his mind. Sighing, he easily lifts her lithe body off the floor and ties her into a chair. Before he can stop himself his lips brush against hers, their moist warmth sending his pulse racing. He pulls back, shock at his own actions and lust warring through his mind. After one final long glance, he turns from her and goes to the large picture opposite, behind the huge marble desk, removing it from the wall. He studies the wall safe for a few minutes, checking there are no hidden alarm systems. Within ten minutes the safe is open. "Who are you?" He whirls around at the unexpected voice, surprised to see the woman staring at him. His eyes are instantly drawn to her slightly spread legs and the hint of lace beneath her short dress.... He shifts slightly, hiding his visibly throbbing erection behind the desk. "Nobody important," he manages to whisper. "Just stay quiet and no harm will come to you." He starts to turn back to the safe but can't take his eyes off her spread legs. Realization quickly dawns on her and she snaps her legs shut, blushing furiously. Her eyes meet his and he see fear, but also something else, something... she looks down. "Just don't hurt me OK?" she whispers. His heart thuds painfully in his chest and his cock aches for release. "I could never hurt you," he mumbles under his breath as he turns his attention back to the safe. Flawless diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds and other precious stones fill the safe with a glittering rainbow hue. He picks up the centre piece, a huge diamond and holds it up to the light. Perfect, with the barest hint of blue - a sure sign of the highest quality gem. A small smile plays across his lips as he carefully removes the gems and places them in a soft black sac. When the safe it empty, he pulls the drawstrings on the sac tight and buries it in his bag. He quickly closes and locks the safe, then returns the picture to the exact position he found it. He walks around the table and stands in front of the woman. "I'm sorry to leave you tied up but I can't have you calling the police and..." His voice trails off and his eyes are drawn to her ample cleavage. His erection, which dissipated while he emptied the safe springs back to life. Her eyes look him up and down, and a slight gasp escapes her lips as she sees his prominent throbbing bulge. She glances up at his face, and again there's that look, only stronger. His bag slips off his shoulder and drops on the floor as he advances towards her. His hands caress her heaving tits, lightly pinching the nipples through her blouse. She tries to back away, shaking her head, but her body gives her true feelings away as her nipples harden under his light touch, and she moans softly. He bends down and their lips meet in a wild passionate kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance. One of his hands leaves her rock hard nipple and wanders down towards her closed legs. As his hand brushes the tops of her thighs her legs instinctively open, spreading as wide as her tight dress and the rope around her ankle will allow. The humid heat of her pussy flows out over his fingers, drawing them towards her flaring desire. He bends his knees, gently rubbing his engorged cock against her leg as his hand brushes lightly up and down over her lace panties. Her hips rock forward, pressing her pussy hard against his fingers as a damp patch quickly forms on her panties. Her blouse is quickly opened and he pulls back to view her large beautifully formed tits, nipples invitingly erect. He gently wraps his lips around a nipple and sucks it into his mouth as his thumb presses down hard on her lace covered clit. She cries out in ecstatic pleasure, the thought of her being powerless in this burglar's hands sending intense waves of pleasure through her body. Abruptly he stops, standing and backing away slightly. He looks her up and down, a slightly smile playing across her lips, blouse open, nipples bouncing and jiggling as she squirms on the chair, skirt hitched up around her waist revealing now sodden panties, and a soft growl of lust and passion rumbles through his chest. He quickly sheds his clothes, his huge erection pulsating almost with a life of its own. He walks forward and she licks her lips as his rock hard phallus bobs and weaves scant centimetres from her mouth. A glistening clear drop of precum forms on the tip of his cock and she strains her head forward, flicking her tongue out to catch it before it falls. He flinches slightly as the tip of her tongue caresses the fat tip of his cock. She looks up at him, then opens her mouth wide. He places his hands on her head and drives his hips forward sliding his cock deep into her mouth. She gags slightly at his sudden entrance, but quickly recovers and push her head forward, taking his throbbing meat in her throat as her lips brush his balls. With short stabbing thrusts he starts to fuck her mouth, her tongue darting all over his cock. One hand leaves her head and reaches down to pinch a nipple hard. She manages to stifle a cry, but can't stop herself from moaning in a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure as he pulls and twists her aching nipple. She pulls back, giving his now dripping cock one last lick as it slides out of her mouth. She looks up at him and smiles seductively. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" she whispers. Before she has even finished talking he's untying her legs and spreading them as wide as he can. Her sodden panties are quickly torn of and he rubs the tip of his cock between her slick, swollen cunt lips. "Yeah, shove it in hard and fuck meeeeEEEEEEEE!!!!!" she cries out as he plunged his fuckpole deep into her hot tight pussy. A swift orgasm tears through her leaving her dazed and gasping as he pumps his hips, ramming his cock as far as he can. She wraps her legs around his hips, freeing his hands to assault her clit and nipples. He rubs a finger back and forth over the tip of her buzzing clit in time with his strokes, the speed and pressure increasing as he fucks her faster and faster. A raw animalistic grunt of pleasure accompanies each thrust as he fucks the hell out of the woman of his dreams. Her cries and moans reach a new intensity as she cums again, her pussy clamping tight around his cock. He slams forward in a cunt suddenly much tighter and let out one final loud groan as his cock explodes in her pussy, spraying hot sticky streams of jism deep into her sweating body. He collapses on top of her as his hips twitch and buck, rutting more and more cum into her already full cunt. As the last drops are pumped out, he slowly pulls his spent cock from her pussy, watching as a stream of cum runs down the crack of her ass. They stare at each other for a few seconds, breathing hard, beads of sweat glistening on both of their bodies, then he stands and quickly dons his clothes. He rearranges her clothes, making her more presentable, then bends down for one last lingering kiss...... BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ. He wakes up with a start. He stares into space for a minute in utter shock. What an incredible dream! Finally, he got to the finish of his dream and it ended perfectly. Smiling, his mind turns to tonight's little raid..... The Cat Burglar of Westchester (c) 2010 Andy Learner ------------------------------- I looked at the email notice on my Blackberry. Crap! My flight had been canceled. I was worried that the storm might affect my trip to Florida. Now I wouldn't be able to join my wife and kids at Disneyworld. "Driver," I called to the cabbie. "Please just turn around and take me home. My flight's been canceled." "Sorry to hear that, sir," the cabbie responded. "Well, better now than after checking in at the airport. There are probably lots of people stranded there." The driver got off at the next exit and headed back to my home in Westchester. I decided I better break the bad news to my wife, Danielle. I debated whether to call the hotel where she and the kids were staying or her cell phone. She never answers her cell phone, but I decided to give it a shot anyway. It rang. And rang. And rang. And then the voice mail picked up. I didn't bother to leave a voice message -- she never checks them. I looked through my paperwork for the phone number for the hotel and called. The operator connected me with my wife's room and my six year old son picked up. "Hello?" he answered unsurely. "Hey buddy. It's daddy. How was Epcot today?" "DADDY! Mommy! It's DADDY! Daddy, I saw a gorilla today! I also petted a snake and rid in big train and and and, oh we had lots of ice cream!" "Really?" I asked in my best dad voice. "That sounds like a lot of fun! I'm sorry I missed it. Say, is Mom there? I need to talk to her." "Sure. And Daddy? Mommy bought me a new t-shirt! It's got Buzz Lightyear on it!" "Wow! That sounds great." "And daddy, tomorrow, mommy says we can see some PIRATES tomorrow." "That sounds like fun," I responded a little less enthusiastically "Oh, and we saw a big parade with Mickey and Pluto and Goofus!" "Goofy," I corrected. "What's goofy?" "Never mind," I tried to respond calmly. "Is Mom there?" "Sure, but what's goofy, dad?" "You didn't see 'Goofus', the character is 'Goofy'," I explained in that voice you get just before you start showing your annoyance. "What's a character, daddy?" "Buddy, can you PLEASE just get Mommy?" "Oh, right! MOM! MOMMY! MOMMY!" he yelled while holding the phone right next to his mouth. After a minute, Danielle came to the phone. "Hello?" "Hey there, my flight got canceled." "What does that mean? Are you coming tomorrow?" she asked sounding all tired and annoyed. "I don't know. I haven't had a chance to talk to anyone at the airline." "Do you think you will be able to come tomorrow?" she asked again. "Danielle, I don't know. There's that big blizzard coming." "I wish you would have come down with us Wednesday," Danielle mumbled. "I told you, I had a big meeting that I had to go to this morning!" "Yes. Yes. I know. Call me back when you know, I'm giving Jessie a bath." Jessie was my 4 year old daughter. "Alright, can you turn your phone on though?" I asked in a scolding tone. "It's on. Did you call?" "Yes, honey. I called. I'll talk to you when I know more. Good night." "Good night," she replied and hung up. It actually wasn't that late. Only 8:30. But, it was early January and quite cold and dark. The cabbie kept the car warm and comfortable, but not too hot. There wasn't much traffic and he had me home before too long. I got my bag, gave the driver a nice tip and opened up the garage door to head into the house. When I got inside, I went over to the kitchen hall to turn off the alarm. Strange, I could have sworn I set it. Maybe it's a good thing the flight got canceled. I heard there were several burglaries in the neighborhood over the last year. I turned all the lights on and looked around. Nothing seemed out of place downstairs. I decided I better go upstairs to make sure everything was safe. Only the one light in the master bedroom was on upstairs, and I remember that I had set the timer to go on at 6pm. I checked the kids' rooms and the bathroom first. Nothing. I cautiously peeked into the master bedroom. Everything was just the way I left it this morning. I must have just been careless. I took off my overcoat and threw it on the exercise bike that I religiously rode every morning. Then, I went over to the walk-in closet, took a peak in, and got a hanger for my suit. I had gone to the airport straight from work, so I wanted to change out of my pinstripe navy blues. I stripped down to my boxer shorts and got into my favorite sweat pants and t-shirt. Danielle is always trying to get me to throw them away because they were so old and torn, but I put my foot down on that one. They are just so comfortable. I felt the call of nature and made use of the master bathroom. Just as I finished washing my hands, I heard a gun cock from behind the opaque shower curtain. "Don't move! And don't turn around," directed a feminine voice. I froze. "Good. Now put your hands behind your head and move into the doorway." I did as she said, and I then I heard her move the shower curtain and come out of the shower. I made a move to take a peek, and in a flash she had the gun in my back. "Don't turn around! The only thing keeping ya alive at this point is that ya haven't seen me. So, I'm not going to warn ya again. Ya look at me, ya don't make it to tamorrow." I closed my eyes and faced away from her. I tried to make a mental image of what she might look like. She was probably about 5 feet 4 inches tall. Her footsteps did not sound heavy and she did not have a foreign accent. Maybe a Boston accent. "Move! Lie down on the bed. Face down," she commanded. I walked slowly towards the bed, climbed on top of the reddish comforter and buried my head between the pillows. While lying face down, the intruder climbed on top of me and somehow managed to blindfold me with one of my neck ties while keeping the gun against my back. As the shock of what was happening started to wear off, I chanced to talk, "Just take what you want. I don't need any trouble." "SHUT UP!" she growled as she dug the gun into my back. "Ya weren't supposed to be back for a week," she muttered. I didn't bother to ask her how she knew that. "Don't move!" she instructed as she got off my back. I heard several drawers open. Then she opened up the door to the walk-in closet. I debated whether to take a peek, but I decided against it. She returned after a minute and I heard the sound of scissors clipping. Then I heard the sound of duct tape being unfurled and more clipping noises. Shit, is she going to tie me up? I might be stuck here for a week! Think. Think. Nothing came to mind and I became distracted by the sound of the wind whistling. "Now grab onto the bedpost," the cat burglar instructed. I groped for the silver poles at the head of the bed, shifting myself into a more comfortable position. I felt the blindfold loosen a bit, but I was still face down so I couldn't see anything. She climbed up on the bed and sat down on my shoulders. I felt the heat of her crotch against the base of my neck and I started to feel a little aroused. I had always fantasized about bondage sex, but Danielle just never seemed to catch on to the subtle hints that I had gave her -- like handcuffs. The intruder fiddled with something for a moment, then, quick as lighting, she took the duct tape and wrapped it around my wrists so that they were tied together. Then, with some thin rope, she tied my wrists to the silver poles at the head of the bed, leaving me with a little bit of slack. It wasn't super tight, but it was clearly going to take a while for me to get free. My captor stood up and marched over to the walk-in-closet. At the back of the closet there was a safe. I guess she knows it's in there. I reflected on what was inside the vault. Probably a few thousand in cash and my wife's jewelry. The only thing of real value was my wife's diamond necklace, but it was insured. The safe had a combination lock on it, and only my wife and I knew the combination. However, it was not a high-end model, so I knew that an experienced thief would be able to open it. I heard her turning the dial, so I knew she could not see me. Quietly, I tried to loosen the restraints on my wrists, but it turned out to be much more difficult than I thought. After a few minutes my wrists became very sore. That tape is going to hurt when I take it off. As the wind whipped through the trees outside, I found that I couldn't hear what my guest was doing, so I decided I better keep still. After another few minutes, I heard the safe close shut and the jingle of jewelry being dropped into a bag. She walked back over to the bed and barked, "Roll over!" As I turned over, the tie that she had used as my blindfold fell off. I shut my eyes as quickly as I could, but I managed to catch a glimpse of the burglar. She had prepared for the fact that the tie might fall off and did not appeared worried by the fact that I could see. On her head, she was wearing my old ski mask pulled over her face, with holes cut out around her eyes. A few strands of blond hair trickled out from the ski mask. Her clothes were all black, like a ninja. They were not very thick though and I could make out the generous curves on her chest. A sudden gust made the windows shake violently. We both looked outside and noticed that the blizzard had arrived. "Shit!" she mumbled to herself. She stared outside the window for a second, as if she were debating what to do. Then, she got more tape and wrapped it around my wrists and the bedposts some more. After she had fastened me tightly to the bed, she climbed on top of me again and sat on my chest. She fixed the blindfold over my eyes again and rolled off next to me. She took her hand, delicately touched my chest, and said, "Looks like I'm staying with ya for the night. Ya better be neighborly if ya know what's good for ya." She dragged the fingernails across my chest down to my cock, grabbed my balls and held them for a second. The she asked in a very sexy voice, "So, are ya gonna be a good boy?" "Y-Yes," I responded hesitantly. Despite my situation, I couldn't help but become aroused. Soon, a bulge started growing in my pants. It had been a while since Danielle and I had had sex and I was incredibly horny. "Well, well. Look at this. Ya enjoyed being tied up, don't ya?" she questioned while gently squeezing my manhood. "Yes," I admitted. Pain did not appeal to me, but I certainly enjoyed watching bondage films as long as no one got hurt. "Maybe it's a good thing ya came back after all." The intruder continued to alternate stroking my chest with her fingernails and reaching down to my cock, giving it a gentle pull. She had made me rock hard, and I found myself lifting my hips up to her touch. I began to breathe more heavily and then she reached under my sweat pants and squeezed my cock. "If I'm nice to you, will you be nice to me?" she asked seductively. "Yes," I replied earnestly. I had no idea what to expect. I'd never cheated before -- but it's not cheating if you are tied up by a stranger, right? Also, it's not like I could give any other answer to that question, I rationalized. The cat burglar stopped stroking me and pulled my sweats and underwear down to my knees, exposing my seven inch, rock hard dick. I heard her place the gun on the nightstand and then pull her own pants off. She sat down on my face, and then positioned herself so that she could suck my cock. Oh, how I do love a good 69. Since I couldn't use my hands and I could see, at first I was sticking my tongue out to try and find the proper hole. I eventually found her clit and started gently massaging it. My captor gentled swayed back and forth into my tongue as she took the tip of my cock in her mouth. She gently bit down on me and pinched my balls. Not a technique I would encourage, but it did keep me hard and aroused. I have never been able to cum from a blowjob, and I didn't know if she was going to finish me, so I concentrated my effort on pleasing my partner. I reached my tongue deep inside her, swirled it around and flicked her clit in random patterns. This continued for about ten minutes until she stopped sucking me and began stroking me hard as she pressed her cunt firmly against my mouth. I felt her take a sharp quick breath and she let out a scream as she climaxed. I licked her juices until she pulled away and started to wonder if she was going to return the favor. She eased up on her grip of my cock and sighed, "Too bad I'm not on the pill." In desperate need to satisfy my lust, I did not hesitate to advise her, "I've had a vasectomy." "Really?" she asked as she began to pull on me harder. "Yes, very painful no matter what those idiot doctors say." She must have believed me because she took my cock deep into her mouth to lube me up. Then, she mounted me and gently took my manhood into her tight pussy. She leaned far over as if to kiss me, but she did not. I felt her shirt rub up against mine and I longed to reach under her black shirt to fondle her breasts. We soon developed a rhythm and I felt myself beginning to peak. Before I could though, she climaxed again and began to slow down. I needed to burst, but she changed positions. She began to ride me cowgirl style and I visualized her breasts bouncing up and down inside of her black shirt. Bound and blind, I could only focus on my own pleasure. As I quickened my pace she massaged my balls softly. That was all I could handle. I let out a low moan and exploded inside of her. I pumped her a few more times and eventually stopped. She stayed on top of me for a minute and then asked, "Where are the paper towels?" I thought for a moment and responded, "In the closet in the hall." She stood up and cum dripped down onto my lower stomach. The intruder walked over to the closet. I heard her open up the wrap on the paper towels and head over to bathroom. She ran the water for a long time and then I heard the toilet flush. I was starting to get cold and my cock had shriveled. The cat burglar strolled around to where she had left her pants. She put them back on and gave me a pat on the leg. She went back to the bathroom, ran the water quickly, and climbed back onto the bed. I felt a warm compress on my cock as she slowly started cleaning me off. Can't leave any DNA behind I thought. She gently rubbed my cock up and down, making sure all my juices were released. She made another trip to the bathroom, got another compress and cleaned my stomach thoroughly. Each time she returned to the bathroom, she flushed the dirty towels down the toilet. The whole process took about fifteen minutes. On the third trip back, rather than wipe me with a warm compress, I felt her blow coolly on my stomach. My entire body tingled and I heard her chuckle quietly. "Tilt your head up," she instructed quietly. I did as she requested and I felt a glass being pressed up against my lips. "Drink. It's just some water." I sniffed it to be sure, and I took a few small sips. "Thank you," I said appreciatively. She brought the cup back to the bathroom and returned to the bed to pull my pants back up. She cleared her throat and said, "Now, I don't want ya to worry, but I won't be able to sleep unless I KNOW ya're asleep." I began to smell a strange smell and started having trouble concentrating. Chloroform! She put a towel over my mouth and... Next thing I know it was light outside, I'm under the sheets and untied. The cat burglar was gone. Was it a dream? I felt my wrists and they were still covered with the glue from the duct tape. No... not a dream. Time to call the cops and the insurance company.