Home Invasion (closed for Hadruprider)

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Beth slid open the window and squirmed into the opulent house, grinning behind her black mask that covered all but her mouth and chin. For being such a rich bastard, this fellow had sure skimped on his security system. It had just taken a few snips of the wires to disable it and allow her access.

She tread carefully through the house, soft-soled feet sliding over the carpets, nearly invisible in her black catsuit. She would case the house first, picking out what was most valuable and easiest to snatch, then she would go back through and grab what she could. Better to get away with one very valuable item than several smaller ones that wouldn't net half as much...

Idly she wondered just how he'd come by all his money. Rumor had it he was something of a playboy, though she didn't detect a female presence in this house at all...
 
Mike got back to his home in the stylish, leafy suburbs quite late in the evening, after a long day's work in his office and dinner alone at his favorite French restaurant. He parked his silver Lexus in the driveway and went into his luxurious, spacious home. It was far too large for him, but he liked it and it certainly impressed his visitors.

He poured himself a glass of single malt whisky and relaxed on his big leather sofa. Pulling out his iPhone, he started browsing through his list of contacts, or his harem as he thought of them. His strong, symmetrical features and tall slim frame made him attractive to women. The money that came with his successful entrepreneurship helped as well, as did the specific nature of his business. There was Susie - big and bouncy and enthusiastic, but he didn't feel he had the energy for her tonight. Karen was nice, but it was always difficult to get rid of her the next morning. Then there was Rachel, but he remembered that last week she had told him that her husband would be back this week. So he settled for a relaxing twenty minute session with one of his favorite lesbian videos, on the huge HD screen on his living room wall. In a way, that was simpler.

He went up to his bedroom, undressed completely - it was a warm night and he preferred sleeping naked anyway - and stretched out on the king sized bed, just half covered by his duvet. He took off his Rolex and put it on his bedside table, along with his iPhone and car keys. Thanks to the tiring day he'd had, and the influence of the scotch, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.
 
Beth nudged the bedroom door open and peered inside. Oh my... what a fine specimen of masculinity she had here. And he'd just left some tempting objects on the bedside table. It would be a matter of moments to slip in, scoop them up, and be out of his hair without issue.

But she hesitated. He really was yummy to look at... and she had, more than once, stayed a little longer at places she'd robbed to play around with her victims. Most of them enjoyed it...

She worked quickly, quietly, making quick work of the bedsheets to tie his wrists and ankles down. Then, with a lovely smirk, she began to trace two fingers up and down his length.
 
Mike was having a strange, vague, sexual dream. Or was it a nightmare? A shadowy figure was tying him up, tying his arms out to the sides of the bed, then hauling his ankles out, tying them to the posts at the foot of his bed, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. He tried to cry out, but no sound came. The dream gradually became more real and intense, the dark figure leaning over him and touching his thickening cock.

Suddenly he woke up and realised it wasn't a dream. He pulled on his arms and legs but they really were tied.
"What the fuck! How did you?!" He shouted.
He looked up at the dark shape kneeling over him, with conflicting emotions.
At first there was the shock and horror that someone had somehow broken into his house, presumably with criminal intent. But then he looked up at the silhouette of the figure above him, outlined against the dim moonlight from the window. It was definitely a female figure, slim but curvy, the type he really liked, in some kind of skin-tight suit. She was wearing a mask, so he couldn't really see her face, but he could see her lips, and they were smiling.

"Ssshhhhh!" she whispered, and placed one hand over his mouth. "I'm going to have some fun with you. It feels as though you might like it too," she added, as her other hand expertly massaged his shaft until he was completely hard and then began to slowly pump up and down.
 
Beth chuckled as she stroked the thick, hard cock before her, enjoying the look of shock on her target's face. It was always a treat to see that moment of horror, only for it to slowly give way to lust as she worked her magic. There was a reason she was known in this neighborhood as the Happy Ending Burglar...

Locking eyes with Mike, she leaned down and slowly circled the head of his cock with her tongue, at the same time squeezing and playing with his balls.
 
He had been in this sort of situation before of course, but only as part of the fun and games he enjoyed with various girlfriends. In the cupboard beside his bed, alongside an extensive collection of other products that his company sold, there were some padded handcuffs that had often been used to attach a woman's wrists or his own to the metal framework of the headboard.

But this time it was for real. He was genuinely worried. He really didn't know whether she was going to rob him, injure him or fuck him.

For the time being, the latter option looked the most likely. Thanks to what she was doing, his worries receded. She leant over him, the tight catsuit clinging to the curves of her back and her ass. He wondered how it came off, and hoped that it soon would. He could see her short, dark hair behind the mask and her eyes glinting at him through the eye-slits as she lowered her head and teased his tip with her tongue. Her fingers expertly caressed his balls, rolling and squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure. He gave out a long, slow groan and lifted his hips up off the bed slightly, trying to push into her mouth.
 
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Beth chuckled again. "Oh my, you are an eager one..." She continued to firmly pump his shaft with one hand, and with the other, she slid down the zipper of her latex catsuit until her breasts -- heavy, firm, nipples already erect -- were exposed. "That's for being such a good boy for me..."

Her lips slid up and down the thick cock, teasing him... then she began to suck, slowly but insistently, moaning in obvious pleasure.
 
"They are perfect," he gasped, as she unzipped her suit down to the waist and her full, firm breasts burst out. How frustrating it was, not being able to reach out and feel them or kiss those hard nipples.

Her lips slowly worked down over him, squeezing his most sensitive areas as she slowly drew more of him into her mouth. With his other partners he knew what to expect - Karen loved the taste and would eagerly swallow, while Susie preferred to switch to her hand and watch him spurt over his chest. He had no idea what this girl was going to do, which added to his excitement. He was in no position to issue instructions so decided just to go with the flow. Judging by the skilfull way she was sucking him, "the flow" would not be long in coming. His usual ability to hold it back seemed to be deserting him, as his breathing got harder and faster.
 
Beth bobbed her head, sucking harder, moaning around the mouthful of meat. Mmmm... he seemed to enjoy this. Perhaps he had a kinky side? Liked his handcuffs and bondage gear? Small wonder he gave into this so easily...

She gripped the base of his cock with one hand as she bobbed faster, deepthroating his cock, trying to get him off...
 
Her soft, wet lips slid up and down the length of him, taking almost all of it into her mouth so that her swallowing muscles in her throat squeezed the head. Just in case there was any doubt about who was in control, her thumb and forefinger made a tight cockring around his base, her other fingers stretched across his balls. It was the most intense blow job he had ever experienced. He couldn't hold it back any longer and felt the surge beginning to erupt deep inside. His whole body started to quiver and tense up, straining against his bonds. The dam burst and with a jolt and an animal roar he pumped his first powerful squirt into her. She barely flinched, sucking harder, pulling it out of him as he shot into her mouth again and again. Eventually he started to subside and relax, and groaned and gasped in appreciation.

After a minute or two, as his brain started to return to functioning normally, he said, "That was amazing. Can I do the same for you?"
 
"Oh, if you insist," she smirked and wriggled the rest of the way out of her catsuit, leaving the mask in place. She wore no underwear beneath it -- but then, it wasn't as if she needed it tonight.

Crawling onto the bed, she let her breasts graze his chest and his face teasingly... then crouched over his face, practically sitting on him...
 
He gasped as she slid out of her suit, revealing her beautiful toned thighs and ass. As she moved up over him he just managed to touch those enticing, dangling breasts with his lips.

She slowly lowered herself over him and he could smell her wet arousal. Eager to please her, he wanted to make it as good for her as she had made it for him.

"How do you like it?" he asked, just before his face was smothered by her thighs and pussy.
 
"Don't hold back," she ordered. "I don't like it gentle." To suit actions to words she began to ride his face, grinding herself insistently against his mouth, her wet folds and hard, throbbing clit hot and slick against him. "Oh fuck, baby..."
 
That gave him an idea. He twisted his head to escape briefly from her slobbering pussy and say, "You know, I could do a better job of giving you the rough treatment you like if you were to untie my hands." It was true - he could grip her ass, or slip one, two or even three fingers inside her while he was licking her clit. Leaving her to contemplate that idea, he returned to the task facing him, using just his tongue and his lips.

He pushed his tongue in and out of her as hard and fast as he could until its muscles got tired, then found her clit with his lips, which was easy- it was big and pointy and very hard. He sucked hard on it, pulling the tip of it into his mouth as far as he could, and squeezing its shaft between his lips. As she thrust herself against him, he moved with her rhythm, sucking and releasing at her tempo.
 
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Under ordinary circumstances she wasn't stupid -- she wasn't about to untie a partner until he had exhausted himself with their escapades. But she was so lost in pleasure, so intent on reaching orgasm herself, she wasn't thinking clearly. Fuck, he was good... even with just his mouth he was driving her wild...

She reached over and undid his bonds...
 
Ha! She had fallen for it. Perhaps the intensity of her pleasure was clouding her judgement. He was confident he would now be able to turn the tables on her.

But first he let his freed hands run all over her, which he'd been aching to do before. Up to feel her breasts, cupping one in each hand as she continued to ride his face, feeling her nipples drilling into his palms. Then down over her slim curvy waist to her hips, sinking his fingers into her soft flesh and pulling her towards him, trying to get more of her into his mouth. He wanted to feel her come...
 
"Fuck... yes... mmmmm... more..." She ground down on his mouth, panting, her nipples hard in his hands when he cupped her breasts...

"OH FUCK YES!" she howled, pressing down hard on his mouth as she hit orgasm. Her entire body spasmed as she let pleasure overtake her...
 
For a burglar, she seemed to be making rather a lot of noise, he thought to himself as she started to come, pushing against him so hard that he knew he would have bruised, swollen lips tomorrow.
He moved one hand between her legs and pushed two fingers inside her, helped by her wetness but hindered by her contractions. His fingers worked against her front wall, giving her strong, spasming vaginal muscles something to push against during her orgasm. He wondered what it would feel like to have his cock in there while that was going on, and resolved that he would find out sooner or later.
 
Finally, her orgasm ebbed, and she collapsed against his body, panting and struggling to regain her senses. Dimly she thought she'd better tie him up again... in just a moment...
 
Mike felt the girl's orgasm slowly subside. The vice-like grip of her thighs around his head softened, and a trickle of her cum oozed out over his face. She slid down over him until her legs were around his middle and her breasts in his face, with her arms stretched out holding his arms down.

He felt her whole body relax as her post-orgasm contentment set in, and her breathing slowed down to a normal rate. This was the moment to take control and show her who was the boss, he decided.

With one smooth movement he pushed up her left arm with his right, spun her over onto her back and rolled on top of her.
 
She yelped as he flipped her around, and she instantly began to struggle, kicking and writhing beneath him. Stupid, stupid, stupid! This wasn't how it was supposed to go! She should never have untied him...

She reached up with one hand to jab him in the neck.
 
Mike was taken aback at the ferocity with which she fought back against him.
For a slender, petite girl she had a lot more strength than he had expected. She must work out a lot, he thought, perhaps as training for her career.

He struggled against her, trying to keep her hands under control and away from his throat, his eyes and his balls as they wrestled naked together on the bed. Each time he thought he had her subdued, she would escape again and fight back, so they fought for some time, writhing, gasping and sweating.
 
Truth be told... there was something almost erotic about fighting her captive-turned-captor. The feel of flesh on flesh, their bodies writhing together... before long it was less about trying to get away and more about a game to see who could top. She tried to push him back over, tried to hook a leg around him to mount him.

"Think you can take me, lover-boy?" she taunted.
 
"Take you, huh? That sounds fun. Yes, I fully intend to take you," he replied, allowing her to mount him cowgirl-style for a moment.

Then he remembered the cuffs. He pushed her knee up and rolled her over to the side of the bed where the cupboard was, rolling onto her with his chest pushing down on her breasts to pin her down.
Quickly he reached into the cupboad, grabbed the leather cuffs, and put one around her wrist and locked her to one of the steel bars on the headboard.
 
She bucked wildly against the powerful body pressing her down... and against the cuff that held her wrist to the headboard. No... this couldn't be happening. Never in the years she'd been robbing houses and seducing their occupants had she been caught, let alone the tables turned like this...

"Fuck!" She yanked savagely at the cuff.
 
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