The burglar

Hi. My name is Cornelius and I’m normally quite a laid-back burglar. I take my time. Once I’m sure a house is empty for a few hours after studying the routines of the owners, I go in and I take that time to go round and make sure I get what I want, often not leaving till there’s only minutes left until the owners are home.

This day was no different. I had noticed that the young couple who lived in the house left a small window open in their upstairs bathroom at the rear of the house, and after checking for a few days that they were 9 to 5ers, I was up their drainpipe and in like a flash. Once inside, I methodically went through the house assessing items for their value and building a little pile in one of the back-bedroom floors of my loot. I had just about finished packing it all into two rucksacks when I opened the bedside cabinet drawer and found a few items that raised a chuckle. A couple of dildos didn’t surprise me. I find them in a lot of houses, but the furry handcuffs, ballgags, and a padded blindfold were a little different from the usual. I grinned thinking of the girl who stayed in this house, a long dark-haired beauty, strapped to the bed. I stopped working for a second to have a look at their wedding photo. She looked stunning. Most women look their best at their own wedding, but she looked like she would be hot at any time. Her hair looked dark and lustrous, her eyes soulful and she had a completely enchanting smile on a beautiful light brown face according to the photographs. Right, this changed things! I opened a few other drawers until I found what I was looking for. The underwear drawer. I pulled out some bras and had a look. She appeared to be a little smaller breasted than average, but I’ve never been a sizeist in that regard. As long as the girl looks good I’m keen. I pulled my pants down and pulled out my cock. With slow deliberate strokes, I rubbed my cock on the inside of all her bra cups before stuffing them back in the drawer. Whether she was aware of it or not, I liked the idea that my cock would be all over her tits for the next week or so. I leaned back over the drawer once more and fished out what I was really looking for. A pair of black satin panties. I reclined on their bed and pulled my pants down, luxuriating in the knowledge that I had plenty of time and wrapped the smooth panties round my now stiffening cock. Slowly I began to stroke, gazing at the beautiful woman in the frame on the wall, wondering what her heritage was. Her features appeared to be Indian maybe, but quite light in tone. I was no expert, maybe she was middle-eastern I wondered. On the other wall, a framed scroll showed Ria Morphy as having only recently graduated with an MSc in Financial Studies. Impressive I thought. Smart and attractive. I wondered how her husband managed to land this prize catch, then focused on her smile again and slid those smooth panties up and down my rigid shaft.

My leisure break was disturbed and I was jolted back to the upright position suddenly by the sounds of a car engine in the drive. Fuck! I dropped her panties and put my quickly deflating cock back in my pants then stole stealthily to the window, peering around the curtains but I was only just in time to see the back of a black SUV entering the internal garage. Whoever it was would be in the house in seconds! Why the fuck was anyone coming home at this time?

I quickly weighed up my options and dashed down the stairs as I heard the garage door closing then I grabbed a knife from the block in the kitchen and hid behind the door from the garage into the kitchen just as the girl from the wedding photograph was coming through it. She was dressed in businesswear – a light buttoned satin blouse and a short tight skirt.

“Don’t move!” I growled, grabbing her by the shoulder and pushing her against the wall. She put her hands out to steady herself but otherwise did as I said, “Please don’t hurt me!” she squealed.

“Do exactly as your told and you won’t get hurt!” I said, trying to think of exactly what to do with her. Its one thing telling her to do what she’s told, but another if you don’t know what to tell her.

“Ok, ok!” she panicked, “I’ll do whatever you want, just please, please don’t hurt me.”

She clenched her eyelids shut in terror at the sight of the knife. I turned her round and pushed her through towards the other kitchen wall. She braced herself with her hands and thankfully made no appearance of resistance. I exhaled audibly. Looking down at her tight skirted backside admiringly now I felt as if I was in control of the situation and said “Fuck what am I going to do with you! Why the fuck are you home at this time?”

“I get Friday afternoons off every week”, she panted breathlessly. Fuck! I had watched the house on other days.

“When will your husband be here?”

“About 6, he’s working all day. Please, I, I won’t tell anyone I saw you. Honestly. Please, don’t hurt me”.

I stood there for a few moments thinking about what to do next, looking at her gorgeous glossy hair that I had admired in her wedding photographs minutes earlier. I couldn’t have a witness and she’d call the cops as soon as I left.

Evidently she was thinking the same thing. “Listen,” she said breathlessly, “I haven’t seen your face and I promise I won’t call the police for as long as you need to get away. Just please don’t hurt me.”

“Ha,” I snorted. “As soon as my ass is out that door, you’re straight on the phone and I’m toast.”

“I wouldn’t, honest”, she said. “Why,… why don’t you just tie me up, so I can’t get to the phone”

I thought about this for a moment and remembered the contents of her bedside drawer

“Ok,” I said, and took a handful of her hair tightly to guide her, “move”. I walked her in front of me through her living room and up the stairs, “Don’t look back and lie down on your front on the bed!” I ordered.

She complied quickly and I could make out her eyelids still clenched shut. Good. I didn’t take any chances of her changing her mind, and fished out the blindfold first and slipped it over her head. It resembled one of those blackout sleep-masks that you get in aeroplanes, I thought. Ideal. Next, she compliantly let me slip the furry handcuffs round her wrist and attach it to the corner of her bedstead. I put down the knife now and got a second set of handcuffs, but this time rolled her over roughly so that she lay on her back.

“What, what are you doing?”

“Quiet!” I said and dragged her semi-struggling right arm to the other bedpost so that she lay prostrate.

I looked at her slowly. She really was very tasty, and her breasts heaved rapidly, making me want to get my hands on them. Additionally, her short skirt had ridden up exposing her right thigh and black leather boot. I paused for a moment to consider. I couldn’t. Could I?” I stepped closer to look at her for a little while, her high cheekbones meeting the satin pads of her blindfold, her breasts rising and falling under her light floral silky blouse, then let my gaze drop down to her business skirt, raised at one side and showing a little bit more thigh. Without thinking too far I leaned over and grabbed her hem and lifted it. It came up to just below her crotch immediately, restrained from further lifting by her buttocks pinning it down at the back.

“Stop, what, what are you doing?!”

I made no reply and tugged it a little further to see her plain white panties and her pussy pushing its shape through them.

“Mmm, no! Please!” she said, but not at the top of her voice as I might have expected if I had been thinking more clearly.

She started suddenly to kick her legs. However, I noticed it wasn’t the manic thrashing I might have expected. A token gesture at best. I easily caught both of her boots by the ankle and held them firm on the bed. On a whim, I jumped on the bed and sat astride her legs pinning them helplessly beneath me at the knee. Her kicking had also completed my task for me and raised her skirt to a level where it now sat around her waist like a belt.

“Please, don’t”, she whimpered but without any real conviction. I just took that as an invitation and ran a hand up the inside of her left thigh to rub her pussy through her cotton panties.

I lost some time doing this and began succeeding in pushing them into her a little, then to further my indulgence, I pulled them to one side and began rubbing gently then eventually forcefully at her clitoris. ”Mmm, no, mm, no, please”, she whimpered, but it began to sound like she was enjoying it and her panties and my hand were soaking wet by the time I began inserting a pair of fingers and sliding them up and down her hot moist tunnel.

Suddenly, I stopped though, and looked at her face. She registered a sudden twinge of disappointment and craned her neck towards me. Although she didn’t ask me to continue, I could see she wanted me to.

Instead, I slid my seating position up her thighs, so that my crotch rested against hers through my jeans, and pushed at her.

“Uuuh”, was all the noise she made relating to that new liberty.

I pushed my hands up her body leaning on her torso and traced her contours till they both had a breast firmly in each palm. They were a nice size I thought, they suited her well, and I groped them briefly as they were, but her top would have to go, and without unbuttoning anything, I clutched both lapels and tugged firmly, popping buttons to her navel exposing a nice pink lacy bra. This elicited a sudden gasp from my victim, but nothing so dramatic as when I reached over and grabbed the knife again and ran it slowly up her torso, blade pointing up, but scary enough that she could feel the thin line of cold metal.

“Oh no, please, don’t. Anything else, please do anything else, but don’t hurt me.”

I ignored her and once the blade had passed the center of her breast, I pulled it swiftly upwards, at first stretching the bra away from her body, then suddenly severing it. I put the knife back on the side table and scooped her breasts again in both hands and squeezed them firmly, letting my fingers press in on her small to medium-sized tits.

“Ow, oh, thank you”, she said sounding relieved.

I peeled her bra back to expose her breasts completely and finished the opening of her blouse, then got up and stood beside the bed to admire my work. Down at her crotch, I could see her panties were starting to reposition themselves over her cunt again. I couldn’t have that, and caught her waistband at both hips and growled in a deep falsetto, “lift your ass!”.

Obediently, Ria shifted, and with a tug, her panties were down past her knees and held her boots together just above the ankles. I nodded in appreciation of her well-trimmed pussy, not much more than a square inch of hair above her quim. Nice!

I gave myself a shake. I had come here originally for burglary, not to fuck the occupants, and stepped quickly out of the room. It took me about five minutes at my new rushed speed to fill enough bags with the swag. I should have left at that, but I couldn’t with such temptation waiting for me in the bedroom, so with that, I checked my acquisitions and returned to the doorway.

The housewife was still where I left her, but her head swiveled towards me as I returned, though she stayed silent.

I didn’t say anything but began undressing, and I could see her twitch as she heard my trouser zip coming down. Soon I was naked, and my clothes lay in a fairly neat pile on the floor and my erection was pointing straight at the prone woman on the bed.

“What, what are you doing now?” she asked meekly. Then flinched as my cock brushed her cheek and pressed at the side of her head, “No, please,” came her automatic little response, but she was met with me taking a handful of her hair and turning her head forcefully towards me.

“Suck it bitch!” I snarled.

“I, no I can't,”, she began but was met with my cock pressing at her lips and clenched her teeth shut.

“You can and will, or do you want to get me angry. I know you want to, fucking Indian bitch. I can see you’ve landed yourself a white guy. All you Indian bitches are fucking **** for white cock. Aren’t you?!”

“No, I, I, but,” she protested and as she opened her mouth to object, I pushed my cock straight in. “Ooomph”.

“Now suck it or else. Come on enjoy the taste of a nice big white cock!”

“Nnnnn”, she objected but began to move her head back and forth in a reasonable motion. I let go of her hair and briefly pulled my rigid penis from her lips to climb onto the bed and squat down over her face, facing down towards her good bits!. She used the moment of pause to start to object again, but I slapped her left tit with my right hand and she quietened down and resumed the blowjob. I leaned forward and began squeezing her tits once more, before lying all the way down and thinking what the hell and put my face to her cunt. As I suckled at her clitoris, I could feel her shiver and begin sucking me off more keenly. I was in no hurry, and a blow job normally takes me a while to come anyway, so I kept going at a leisurely pace, tonguing her and reveling in the taste of her juices until I got more than I bargained for and could feel her rising to a climax.

She was almost there, teetering on the verge when I stopped abruptly and could feel her exertions on my cock subsiding too as she began to lose strength.

After a short moment, I got up and stood beside her. She craned her neck towards me but said nothing, mentally imploring me to carry on. I stepped slowly to the foot of the bed and grabbed her ankles firmly in my hands. They were both still held close together by her panties around her ankles. I picked these off and discarded them and then pulled her legs wide apart and knelt in the gap newly created. “You filthy fucking Indian slut. You want this, don’t you! Come on. This is a proper white cock that’s about to fuck you, not one of those little Asian things”, I said, nudging my cock at her pussy lips, but taking it no further.

“Uhuh,”, she said.

“What are you?” I asked.

“Huh?” she asked, dazed and confused.

“I told you what you are. So tell me.”

“Uh”, she said as I ran my cock the length of her cunt but didn’t penetrate. “I’m a filthy fucking Indian slut.”

“That’s right. Now tell me you want this”. I said.

“Uh, yes, I want it, give it to me. Yes! Give me your big white cock!”

“Good,” I said, simply and slid it straight inside her soaking wet cunt. I didn’t bother taking my time, she was almost ready to cum before I started, so I thrust hard and fast into her from the word go.

She responded in a bucking frenzy, wrapping her thighs around me and pulling herself tight against me. In a minute she was coming. “Aaah! Ah! Ah! Oh my god! Ah!!!”she squealed. Thankfully the house was double glazed and stood apart from its neighbours.

“Yeah, you’re **** for a good white cock aren’t you, you fucking Indian cunt!”

After a few minutes, she was spent, but I wasn’t and another little piece of deviance sprung to mind. I grabbed her ankles again and this time, with my cock still in her, pushed them up over her head, so that now her arsehole came into view. I slowed my strokes in her cunt down to feign that I was done also, and listened to her pants subside, then pulled my cock from her now loose and soaking cunt and presented it at her arsehole.

“No, no,” she said, but it was too late, I pushed ahead and my plum was inside her rectum suddenly. “Ow, ow, no, its too tight.” She squealed.

I ignored her but continued to lean down, pressing myself slowly further and further inside her till eventually her sphincter relaxed enough that I could slide back and forth a little then begin to pick up speed.

In a few minutes, she was grunting, but not unpleasantly, and I could feel that she was starting to get into this a little, but the tightness of her arse and the length of time I had been fucking her were bringing me to a conclusion soon. I quickly had a decision to make. Where to ejaculate. I considered staying in her arse, or perhaps jettisoning it all over her torso or face, or even making her taste her own juices by coming in her mouth, but I ended up settling for convention and with the last thrust, I withdrew from her ass and rammed myself back into her pussy and began to coat her internals with my fluid.

I continued till I came to a leisurely halt and eventually withdrew, my deflating cock coated in both our juices. I wiped it briefly on her stomach, causing her to shiver involuntarily, then got up and walked to the head of the bed and wiped it again on her face, then in her hair, and eventually dried it in the rags of her blouse. On a whim, I wiped up a little piece of cum using her discarded panties and dabbed a dot of it in the middle of her forehead in a mockery of a bindi.

I said nothing but got up and started dressing again with the intention of simply lifting my swag on the way out and leaving her there.

“Wait, please”, she said quietly.

“Hmm?” I asked buckling my belt and pulling up my zip.

“Please, can you let me go. I, I,.. I don’t want my husband to find me like this”

“Afraid I can’t Ria. I’ll not be out the door and the sirens will be after me.

“I, I promise. I won’t call them for ages. As long as you like.”

I started to feel pity for her and sat down beside her as I pulled my black jumper over my head. I reached out and tweaked her right nipple and grinned at my afternoon’s entertainment.

“Honestly, I won’t call them at all till after you go.” She paused, then thinking logically said, “I mean, I’d want a shower and to get dressed first. I don’t want the local police seeing me like this”.

“I don’t know”, I hesitated, swaying towards her logic. It would be hard on her to see anyone like this, and it sounded as if she wanted to keep our little adventure hidden.

“There’s something else”, she said and I heard uncertainty and hope creep into her voice. “I, I get every Friday afternoon off.”, she said, then continued, and I know there’s a backdoor key on my keyring in my handbag. I mean, I’d probably never notice it if you took it off of there.”

I couldn’t believe it. She was inviting me to make this a weekly ritual. I knew I shouldn’t but it sounded too good an opportunity to pass up. First, though, I went down to get the key from her bag and help myself to her spare cash, then took her mobile phone and just for good measure, took all the handsets from the walls and went into her garage and put them in her car’s trunk. They weren’t any use to me, but it would slow down her attempts to call the cops if she was lying. I was tempted to use her car for my getaway but thought better of it. Too conspicuous, then eventually I went upstairs to the bedroom once more.

I leaned over her and undid one set of her furry handcuffs, then put the key in her free hand. “Now lie still and count to 500.” I put my hand around her throat. “You wont know when I’ve left so don’t try to cut it short or there’ll be trouble, then get up, clean yourself up, then watch some TV. If you call any sooner than that, well, you’ll wish you hadn’t.”

When I took her hand from her throat, she simply said, “thank you”.

That was last week, now I’m inside her cupboard watching the garage door opening. Ria, I could see through the crack in the door had made a bit of an effort. She wore a leather skirt with her boots and a tight tshirt top this time. She had had her hair done and it looked radiant as it cascaded down her back. But I had watched enough. I emerged from behind her and presented a long screwdriver menacingly.

“Please don’t hurt me”, she said in a sexy voice.

This time I just turned her to face me and threw her over my shoulder and marched up the stairs. I didn’t bother about her seeing me this time as I had a black balaclava on. This only served to heighten her anticipation as I shoved my hand up her skirt while I climbed the stairs. She was already wet.

I dumped her on the bed so that she bounced, and without being ****, she spread her arms wide for me to retrieve the handcuffs. She knew the drill. I loved it!