The Burglar
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I heard the noise a few moments after I turned off the bedside light. A tentative scratching at the back door, like someone trying to fit the key hole in an unfamiliar door. The noise stopped a moment. Then there was the unmistakable sound of the door handle being turned and the shudder of the door frame as the door was opened.
The house was unusually empty. Steve and John, my flatmates, were at some sports event for the weekend. Kim, my girlfriend had said she would come around, but had not turned up so far. Usually when Steve and John came back at this time on a Saturday night there was nothing tentative or quiet about the way they entered the house, or the volume of the tv one would turn on while the other got a beer from the fridge. I was upstairs, but directly above the back door.
When they were not there, in the silence of the night, I could hear any normal noise from the room off the back door, our combined kitchen and lounge. At the moment I could hear nothing. It was possible one of them had come in so drunk he had collapsed asleep on the sofa. It would not be the first time. But the door had not been shut. One way or the other I had to go downstairs.
I grabbed my robe and tied it on then quietly opened my bedroom door. Looking down the stairs I could see light under the lounge door. I walked slowly down the stairs, if for no other reason than it was a house for students with all the lack of attention to small repairs that implied. It would have been easy to trip over the creases in the stair carpet. A couple of steps creek. Each time I stopped until I was sure there was silence. When I got to the door I leaned forward to put my ear close. Still silence. I took a breath. The handle was a little stiff and you needed to lean down on it to open it properly. It was never opened silently. I started to creek it down.
The handle flipped down and the door yanked open away from me.
I stumbled forward, falling into to someone who gasped and we fell together, me on top. I felt hands flailing at me, trying to push me off. I had the advantage of weight and used it to push my legs between theirs while grabbing the arms. With an extraordinary writhe, I felt the body turn and one of the legs go up to my crotch. The pained weakness spread through my legs and body. I let go just enough that when pushed again I lost my balance. I was pushed again as they got up, but I was not so weak I could not move. I sprang up and in one step collided again with them just as we got to the door. I grabbed their waist while reaching for the light.
The explosion of bright, fluorescent light stopped us both momentarily. Pushing aside their legs so they fell to the ground, the weight pulling me down as well. It was as tried to keep hold, I realised I had grabbed a woman’s breast. Even in my confusion as fell forward I thought about its shape, its feel in my hands. The hardness of the nipple through the clothes.
This time she cried out when I fell on top of her. She tried to push up again, but I just kept my weight on her. She was trapped.
“Get the fuck off me you sick bastard.”
I said nothing. My hand was still on her breast, kept there by the weight of our bodies. As she wriggled to get free, my hand moved back and forward across her breast. The hard nipple moving across the palm of my hand. She kicked and twisted again, but I was ready for it this time and leaned down. All she had managed to do was turn herself round. My face was next to hers, my chest on her chest, my erect cock slipping through my robe, squeezed between my body and her upper thigh.
I grabbed her wrists and push myself up so her arms were pinned either side of her head. She had had a cap on, that was now off her head, letting her thick brown hair flow out. Her face was pleasant, but it was her flashing green eyes that caught your attention. Particularly when framed with arms that were pinned down on either side of her head.
“Shouldn’t it be me asking what the fuck you are doing?”
She responded by trying to loosen her arms. I held her down, then just as she stopped, whipped her round, putting her arms behind back. I saw an unplugged cable for a laptop, so I wrapped it round her wrists, tying it tightly.
“You’re hurting me.”
“Good.”
There were no other spare cables. She was wearing jeans with a belt. I undid the belt and started to pull, but it had a big buckle and her wriggles made it impossible to get it off. So I undid the button and fly, and slid them below her knee. She wriggled more but her legs were so wrapped up in the jeans that all her movements tangled her up even more.
I got up and dragged her by the feet towards the phone. I picked it up, but as my finger hovered over the buttons I looked down at her. She was completely helpless. Her hands tied behind her back meant her breasts had been thrust forward. She was wearing old knickers, the type girls wear when they are not expecting to show them to a boyfriend. I could see a dark shade where her bush would be. A couple of stray hairs peaked out of the side.
“Please don’t ring anyone. Nothing’s taken. I’ll never do it again.”
If the police came now they might start asking why I had pulled the jeans down. She might even start claiming I dragged her in the house. It’s strange what Weinstein and the like get away with, yet fear of accusation is a shadow on the lives of so many men. There she was, chest pushed out, a thin sheen of cotton between her and…
I put the phone down, stepped over her and ripped the knickers off. She whimpered, trying to move to hide herself, but again the tangled jeans rendered her unable to move. She had a beautifully unshaven pussy, with hair slightly lighter than her head hair.
“What are you doing?”
“Not ringing the police.”
I pushed my hand between her legs, right into her. There was no resistance from her pussy. Felt good on my hand.
“Is that better than the police?”
“You’re a fucking sadist.”
“Not normally, so I had better get the most I can out of this one.”
I pulled my hand out of her and used both hands to tear her blouse open. I started to pull at the functional wired bra, then stopped myself. I went to the kitchen and got out a sharp knife that I allowed to hang loose, touching her, and gently slipped down. Two sharp nicks severed the bra straps, another tug separated the two cups. The breasts tumbled out, the nipples enticing me so I could not resist playing the back of the knife repeatedly across them. She dared not struggle now. One slip of the knife would have seen her breast stabbed, or a deep cut into the nipple.
“Open your legs, nice and wide.”
She complied.
By now my cock was so excited I could have come just sitting there. I pushed it into her, coming quickly within a couple of thrusts. I knew there was more in me but did not want all of it to go into that pussy, however beautiful.
“Now your mouth. Nice and wide”
I stood up and pushed myself in her. She gagged a couple of times but I carried on. It felt so good. A true face fuck. I came again, with the semen going straight down her throat.
I stepped back and looked down on her again.
“Please let me go now. I promise I won’t do this again, ever.”
For the first time since I had known she was the burglar my cock was not so hard it was uncomfortable. I looked at her body: large breasts spilled over a torn blouse, her pussy open between her legs. I was not going to give this up quickly.
I grabbed the remains of her knickers, cut off one arm of the blouse and formed a gag. She resisted, but I forced her head into it. Then I used the other arm as a blind fold. I got a cup from the kitchen and pissed into it. I placed it next to her.
“That’s if you get thirsty tonight.”
I stood up and walked away. She whimpered and said something I could not hear through the gag.
“If you struggle, I will hear you. You entered this house when you shouldn’t. Now you are mine to do with as I want. Forever.”
I walked upstairs.
Next morning she was asleep when I came downstairs. I put on some coffee and looked at her, partially clothed, her arms and legs showing where the ties had bitten to her skin. Her breast rising and falling gently in the rhythm of a contented sleep. She looked peaceful, her head resting on her arm.
I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, waking her. I slowly untied her, handed over her robe and she removed the remains of her clothes. As she sipped her coffee I carefully rubbed a balm where the ties had been. When that was done she lay face down on the sofa naked, so I could give her the usual Sunday morning massage. Kim sighed contentedly, “Next time your flatmates are away I want you to be a policeman who comes in and catches me in the act. There a couple of good uses I can think of for a truncheon…”
The house was unusually empty. Steve and John, my flatmates, were at some sports event for the weekend. Kim, my girlfriend had said she would come around, but had not turned up so far. Usually when Steve and John came back at this time on a Saturday night there was nothing tentative or quiet about the way they entered the house, or the volume of the tv one would turn on while the other got a beer from the fridge. I was upstairs, but directly above the back door.
When they were not there, in the silence of the night, I could hear any normal noise from the room off the back door, our combined kitchen and lounge. At the moment I could hear nothing. It was possible one of them had come in so drunk he had collapsed asleep on the sofa. It would not be the first time. But the door had not been shut. One way or the other I had to go downstairs.
I grabbed my robe and tied it on then quietly opened my bedroom door. Looking down the stairs I could see light under the lounge door. I walked slowly down the stairs, if for no other reason than it was a house for students with all the lack of attention to small repairs that implied. It would have been easy to trip over the creases in the stair carpet. A couple of steps creek. Each time I stopped until I was sure there was silence. When I got to the door I leaned forward to put my ear close. Still silence. I took a breath. The handle was a little stiff and you needed to lean down on it to open it properly. It was never opened silently. I started to creek it down.
The handle flipped down and the door yanked open away from me.
I stumbled forward, falling into to someone who gasped and we fell together, me on top. I felt hands flailing at me, trying to push me off. I had the advantage of weight and used it to push my legs between theirs while grabbing the arms. With an extraordinary writhe, I felt the body turn and one of the legs go up to my crotch. The pained weakness spread through my legs and body. I let go just enough that when pushed again I lost my balance. I was pushed again as they got up, but I was not so weak I could not move. I sprang up and in one step collided again with them just as we got to the door. I grabbed their waist while reaching for the light.
The explosion of bright, fluorescent light stopped us both momentarily. Pushing aside their legs so they fell to the ground, the weight pulling me down as well. It was as tried to keep hold, I realised I had grabbed a woman’s breast. Even in my confusion as fell forward I thought about its shape, its feel in my hands. The hardness of the nipple through the clothes.
This time she cried out when I fell on top of her. She tried to push up again, but I just kept my weight on her. She was trapped.
“Get the fuck off me you sick bastard.”
I said nothing. My hand was still on her breast, kept there by the weight of our bodies. As she wriggled to get free, my hand moved back and forward across her breast. The hard nipple moving across the palm of my hand. She kicked and twisted again, but I was ready for it this time and leaned down. All she had managed to do was turn herself round. My face was next to hers, my chest on her chest, my erect cock slipping through my robe, squeezed between my body and her upper thigh.
I grabbed her wrists and push myself up so her arms were pinned either side of her head. She had had a cap on, that was now off her head, letting her thick brown hair flow out. Her face was pleasant, but it was her flashing green eyes that caught your attention. Particularly when framed with arms that were pinned down on either side of her head.
“Shouldn’t it be me asking what the fuck you are doing?”
She responded by trying to loosen her arms. I held her down, then just as she stopped, whipped her round, putting her arms behind back. I saw an unplugged cable for a laptop, so I wrapped it round her wrists, tying it tightly.
“You’re hurting me.”
“Good.”
There were no other spare cables. She was wearing jeans with a belt. I undid the belt and started to pull, but it had a big buckle and her wriggles made it impossible to get it off. So I undid the button and fly, and slid them below her knee. She wriggled more but her legs were so wrapped up in the jeans that all her movements tangled her up even more.
I got up and dragged her by the feet towards the phone. I picked it up, but as my finger hovered over the buttons I looked down at her. She was completely helpless. Her hands tied behind her back meant her breasts had been thrust forward. She was wearing old knickers, the type girls wear when they are not expecting to show them to a boyfriend. I could see a dark shade where her bush would be. A couple of stray hairs peaked out of the side.
“Please don’t ring anyone. Nothing’s taken. I’ll never do it again.”
If the police came now they might start asking why I had pulled the jeans down. She might even start claiming I dragged her in the house. It’s strange what Weinstein and the like get away with, yet fear of accusation is a shadow on the lives of so many men. There she was, chest pushed out, a thin sheen of cotton between her and…
I put the phone down, stepped over her and ripped the knickers off. She whimpered, trying to move to hide herself, but again the tangled jeans rendered her unable to move. She had a beautifully unshaven pussy, with hair slightly lighter than her head hair.
“What are you doing?”
“Not ringing the police.”
I pushed my hand between her legs, right into her. There was no resistance from her pussy. Felt good on my hand.
“Is that better than the police?”
“You’re a fucking sadist.”
“Not normally, so I had better get the most I can out of this one.”
I pulled my hand out of her and used both hands to tear her blouse open. I started to pull at the functional wired bra, then stopped myself. I went to the kitchen and got out a sharp knife that I allowed to hang loose, touching her, and gently slipped down. Two sharp nicks severed the bra straps, another tug separated the two cups. The breasts tumbled out, the nipples enticing me so I could not resist playing the back of the knife repeatedly across them. She dared not struggle now. One slip of the knife would have seen her breast stabbed, or a deep cut into the nipple.
“Open your legs, nice and wide.”
She complied.
By now my cock was so excited I could have come just sitting there. I pushed it into her, coming quickly within a couple of thrusts. I knew there was more in me but did not want all of it to go into that pussy, however beautiful.
“Now your mouth. Nice and wide”
I stood up and pushed myself in her. She gagged a couple of times but I carried on. It felt so good. A true face fuck. I came again, with the semen going straight down her throat.
I stepped back and looked down on her again.
“Please let me go now. I promise I won’t do this again, ever.”
For the first time since I had known she was the burglar my cock was not so hard it was uncomfortable. I looked at her body: large breasts spilled over a torn blouse, her pussy open between her legs. I was not going to give this up quickly.
I grabbed the remains of her knickers, cut off one arm of the blouse and formed a gag. She resisted, but I forced her head into it. Then I used the other arm as a blind fold. I got a cup from the kitchen and pissed into it. I placed it next to her.
“That’s if you get thirsty tonight.”
I stood up and walked away. She whimpered and said something I could not hear through the gag.
“If you struggle, I will hear you. You entered this house when you shouldn’t. Now you are mine to do with as I want. Forever.”
I walked upstairs.
Next morning she was asleep when I came downstairs. I put on some coffee and looked at her, partially clothed, her arms and legs showing where the ties had bitten to her skin. Her breast rising and falling gently in the rhythm of a contented sleep. She looked peaceful, her head resting on her arm.
I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, waking her. I slowly untied her, handed over her robe and she removed the remains of her clothes. As she sipped her coffee I carefully rubbed a balm where the ties had been. When that was done she lay face down on the sofa naked, so I could give her the usual Sunday morning massage. Kim sighed contentedly, “Next time your flatmates are away I want you to be a policeman who comes in and catches me in the act. There a couple of good uses I can think of for a truncheon…”
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