Like a thief in the night

[GoodSon]

{Closed for Sandy and myself}

It was late and I was just getting home from another long day at work. The last four weeks had been incredibly hectic, my boss had gone on vacation leaving me most of his workload. He was not due back for another week and yet another employee had given notice today. I just not cut out for management, I thought bitterly as I parked my car, grabbing my briefcase and started for my apartment.

As I walked up the walkway to the entry, I noticed that once again the security door was propped open, a small rock being wedged under the door to keep it from closing and locking automatically. “Fucking kids,” I mumbled to myself as I kicked the rock out of the way and let the door swing shut behind me. True, they were not really kids but they always seemed to act like it. Hell, they were only four or five years younger then I was, still in college and enjoying life. The days of partying all night and sleeping through classes seem a long time ago. As I passed their apartment I could hear the sounds of loud rap music and shouts and laughter coming through the door. “Shit,” I cursed softly as I made my way up the stairs towards my apartment, the thumping beat of the bass following me. With that racket going on, I’d never get to sleep tonight. I briefly thought about calling the landlord again but after my last noise complaint against them, they had just turned the music up louder. This night was really going from bad to worse quickly I thought to myself as I walked down the hall to my apartment door.

I fished my keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door, stepping into my darkened living room. Tossing my briefcase and coat onto the sofa, I moved towards the kitchen, determined to pour myself a stiff drink. As I opened the cabinet where I kept the liquor, I heard a faint noise coming from my bedroom. I stood there frozen, listening carefully for any sound for a few tense seconds before it came again. I glanced around the dark apartment, noticing for the first time that something did not feel right, as if someone else was there with me. I had been living alone for almost six months now, since my last girlfriend had moved in with another man. I had changed the locks after she had dumped me so it couldn’t be her; I rationalized as I tried to move silently into the living room. Peering at the dim shapes of my television and computer, I noticed that everything had been disconnected, my DVDs and Cds lying in neat piles on the floor. Obvious whoever was burglarizing my place had sorted through what they were stealing; taking only what could easily be resold.

I moved over towards the sofa, fumbling hurriedly behind it until I found the old baseball bat I kept there. I had not played baseball since high school but I’d always held onto my favorite bat. Now the sentimental keepsake was the only form of weapon I had as I moved towards the partially open door of my bedroom. I pressed myself flat against the wall as the beam of a flashlight moved behind the door, my heart beating rapidly as I gripped the bat with suddenly sweaty hands. After a second, the light moved away and I creeped quietly up to my bedroom door, peering in through the small gap. I saw a figure dressed in dark clothes searching through my closet, throwing clothes and boxes aside as they tried to find anything of value I might have hidden there. Swallowing hard I moved into the room, the bat clenched in one hand raised above my head, poised to smash the thief unconscious. “Stop right there,” I growled, trying to make my voice sound gruffer then it really was. “Freeze or I’ll smash your brains out.”

 

[sandmartin]

Too easy - too easy! I kept breathing to myself as I moved around the darkened apartment. It was all gusto on my part, just a way of psyching myself up. In reality I was not at all confident, but that's where the buzz comes in and nothing beats the rush of adrenalin as you break in to what - goodness knows what?

Then you sneak about, picking up a few bits a piece from here and there. Probably doing the absent owner a service really, getting rid of all their old junk so they can have it all replaced by the insurance company with brand spanking new, high tech equipment, not too mention the pocket change I made out of it. But again, it's the buzz that I really do it for - nobody on this earth would ever believe I was thief, unless I got caught that is, even then they'd never believe it. But I won't get caught...
Too easy - way too easy! I kept thinking to myself over and over.

Moving to the wardrobe - anything interesting, of some value. Eeeyuck! Poor guy, where's his dress sense - someone must have beaten me to it and pinched his wardrobe poor guy...
“Stop right there,” I growled, trying to make my voice sound gruffer then it really was. “Freeze or I’ll smash your brains out.”

JESUS! OH MY GOD - Now I'm in the shit - where the hell did he come from!? Without a second's thought I dived across the bed, all on total reflex as he had scared the living daylights out of me, but James Bond I'm not and as I leapt off the bed toward the door, his bat hit me a mis-swing, but it was enough to lay me out on my back across the bed.

 

[GoodSon]

Tim Tuckerman

The thief gave out a small gasp and was suddenly moving, diving over the bed to get away from me. I stood my ground in front of the door, knowing they’d have to get by me if they wanted to escape. A second later the prowler leaped off the bed towards me. I swung the bat as hard and as fast as I could, only hitting a glancing blow to the burglar’s shoulder. It wasn’t much of a hit but it was enough to knock the thief sprawling back onto the bed, clutching at its shoulder in pain.

Without thinking too much about it I leapt up onto the bed, grabbing a handful of the intruder’s dark sweatshirt as I raised the bat menacingly. “Okay, you son of a bitch,” I hissed, the adrenalin causing me to be much more assertive then I normally would be, “don’t try anything like that again or I’ll beat the living shit out of you. Do you hear me?” I asked shaking the thief roughly to get my point across. “Who are you? Why‘d you break in here?” I asked shaking the burglar by the shoulder again, “Tell me who you are or I’ll call the cops.” I threatened, suddenly realizing that I should have called the police first rather then try to tackle a potentially dangerous criminal by myself. “Who are you?” I demanded again as I pushed the large hood of the sweatshirt away from the intruder’s face.

 

[sandmartin]

“Owwww! Shit… My shoulder… Get off me!” My hood suddenly fell away. What a dumb-ass, if I hadn’t worn the hood I might have heard him enter the apartment. He stared down at me in disbelief as I clutched my injured shoulder.
“You’re a girl!” He exclaimed.

Ten out of ten for your powers of observation, I thought to myself. He lowered the bat, but didn’t get off me as I lay sprawled on the bed beneath him, his hand still twisted in the front of my black sweatshirt as he straddled me.

“Who are you?” He demanded, regaining some of his composure and giving me a shake for good measure.
“Your fairy godmother.” I answered defiantly. “Now get off me – you’re hurting me.”
“Don’t get smart with me,” He raised his voice, and then relaxed, his tone losing some of its tightness. “Suit yourself, if you won’t tell me then you can explain it to the police.”
“What’s the difference – you’ll call the police anyhow.”
“So you might as well tell me who you are?”
“Why?” I looked at him with my cold blue eyes, challenging him with far more confidence than I felt.
“WHY – because you broke into my place that’s fucking why?”
“Get off me!” I answered, nursing my bruised shoulder.
“Not until you tell me who you are.”
“Mickey Mouse!”

He shook me roughly. “OW! Shit, my shoulder! Okay, Sandra Martin, my name’s Sandra Martin – now will you get off me, I need to check my shoulder.”
“How’d you get in?”
“You left the door open.”
“Liar – it’s a Yale lock, it locks automatically. Fuck this, I’m calling the police.” He moved off me and I sat up.
“No! Okay, I level with you. When you had a spare key cut for your new lock another key was cut and you were followed back here. I paid for the address and the copied key. Look, I haven’t taken anything, it’s all here. You’ve damn near busted my shoulder. I’ve told you what you wanted to know so can I go now?”

 

[GoodSon]

Tim

A girl! I’m being robbed by a girl, a very attractive girl, I thought to myself as I stared at the young woman in shock. Sandra Martin she’d said her name was although I doubted that it really was. Her story of how she got my key made sense, I’d known going to that shoddy looking locksmith had been a mistake but that still left me with the problem of what I was going to do with her. The smart move would be to simply call the cops and let them deal with her but there was something about her. She intrigued me; even in pain and probably a little frightened by being caught she had maintained her defiant attitude. I wondered how much of her attitude was a front, how much she was using it to cover fear. My thoughts were interrupted as she asked again, “Can I go now?”

“No, you can’t.” I stated simply as I moved over and shut the bedroom door firmly, moving a chair in front of it so she’d have to struggle to get out. “Now, Sandra, you say you’ve taken nothing. I’ll make a deal with you; if I search through the apartment and find nothing missing I’ll let you go. If just one thing is missing, I call the cops. Does that sound fair?” I asked her as I moved over to my wardrobe, keeping watch on her out of the corner of my eye. I quickly searched through the numerous boxes I kept in the bottom, where I hid most of my small valuables. Opening up on box that had held my grandfather’s gold watch, I noticed that it was empty. Turning to face Sandra, I held the empty box out to her.

“So what? It’s an empty box.” She stated as she looked at the box with a blank expression. “What about it?”

“There was an hundred year old gold watch in this box,” I stated as my anger started to grow at her defiance. “But you already know that since you took it.”

“Hey, listen,” Sandra said holding her hands up in a placating gesture. “I didn’t take your watch, honestly. I haven’t taken anything.”

“Why should I believe you?” I asked her as I gripped the bat tighter as I moved toward her, waving the bat slowly in a menacing fashion. “You’re a thief, caught in my apartment, and now a watch is just mysteriously missing. Yeah, I’ll believe that you don‘t know anything about it, you miserable little bitch.” I growled at her as I dropped the empty watch box and picked up the phone, my fingers poised to start dialing. “Now either you give me my watch back or I call the cops.”

“Wait, don‘t.” She called out, reaching into the pocket of her sweatshirt and tossing the watch onto the bed beside her. “There’s your stinking watch back,” Sandra said sullenly, “Can I go now?” She asked eyeing the door longingly.

“How do I know you don’t have anything else?” I asked her as I placed the handset back on the receiver. “What other things do you have hidden in your clothes?”

“I don’t have anything else, I swear.” She insisted as I picked up the watch and placed it in my pocket.

“Prove it,” I stated simply as I moved to lean against the wall, the baseball bat still gripped firmly in my hand.

“Fine,” Sandra muttered as she stood up from the bed and started emptying her pockets, tossing the contents onto the mattress. “See nothing else of yours.” She stated pointing at the small pile on the bed, “Can I go now?”

“You might have something hidden inside your clothes,” I pointed out to her.

“I don’t,” She stated simply as she turned to glare at me, her hands gripping her large sweatshirt protectively. “I’ve got nothing of yours, I swear.”

“Prove it,” I repeated, pointing at the bed with the bat. “Strip.”

 

[sandmartin]

“Strip!”
“You’re kidding me?” The look on his face told me he was serious. “No Way!”
“Fair enough – I’ll call the police.”
“WAIT! Look, you can’t expect me to take my clothes off in front of you – that’s not fair.”
“Fair – who said anything about fair? What’s not fair is you coming in here in the first place. Now I want to be sure that you have nothing belonging to me – that means I go over my place with a fine toothcomb, and even then I can’t be sure. The easiest way is for me to check you’ve got nothing – now strip, pass your things to me or I’ll call the police.”

I stared back at him aghast. He meant it – what choice did I have? I should have owned up and given him the watch right away. Not knowing where to look, I pulled my sweat-top of, wincing as pain shot through my shoulder. He stared straight at me the whole time, waiting patiently with his hand outstretched. I tossed my top across to him and he checked it carefully as I watched.
“Next?” He nodded to me.
I kicked my trainers off. “Do you want to check these?”
“Everything.”

I picked up my shoes and tossed them across to him one at a time, and watched as he inserted his hand into each trainer before dropping them to the floor.
“And the next?” He said unwearyingly.

Reluctantly I unbuttoned the hip fastening at the side of my black slacks and slipped the zip down. Carefully, making sure my underwear remained properly in place as I eased my trousers over my hips and down my legs. He watched me the whole time and I felt myself beginning to colour up as I unhitched my feet and threw my trousers across to him.

He checked through my trousers and let them slip to the floor to join my sweat-top and trainers beside him. He nodded to me to continue.
“Look, it’s a tee shirt, no pockets see, nowhere to keep anything!”
“Take it off and let me see.”
“Right, but that’s it – I’m not taking anything else off.”

 

[GoodSon]

I watched Sandra carefully as she stripped out of her clothes, admiring her slender body as she reluctantly passed me her slacks. I searched her trousers quickly, my attention being more on admiring her toned legs then actually finding any of my stolen property.

“Take it off and let me see.” I told her as she balked at removing her tee-shirt. The dark shirt was tight enough that I could plainly see that there was nothing concealed in it but I wanted to see if she would strip at my command.

“Right, but that’s it- I’m not taking anything else off.” She said sulkily as she pulled her tee-shirt off over her head, wincing slightly as she raised her bruised shoulder up over her head. “See, there’s nothing hidden in it.” She said as she stood there in just her underwear, her hands trying vainly to cover the large amount of bare flesh she was showing me.

“You’re right,” I replied as I dropped her shirt onto the pile with the rest of her clothing. “It seems that you don’t have anything else of mine concealed in your clothing.”

“Then can I go now?” She asked me impatiently as she shifted uncomfortably under my continuing gaze. She really had a nice body, slender and athletic I thought to myself as she stood there before me.

“No.” I told her as I gathered her clothes together and moved them out of her reach.

“Wha… Why not?!” Sandra asked in disbelief, her eyes slightly panicked as she watched me lock her clothes in the bottom drawer of my dresser.

“Because I don’t think you’re sorry you broke in here. I think I need to punish you further.” I told her as I sat calmly down lighting a cigarette as I watched her squirm under my appraisal. “I want you to be repentant of your crime before I let you go. Now, how do you think I should punish you?” I asked her rhetorically, smiling at her shocked and bewildered expression.

“Punish me?” She asked me softly, her eyes darting around the room. “I don’t think you really need to do that. I mean, I’m sorry I broke in here; I returned all of your stuff so why don’t you just let me go? I promise I’ll never come back.”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t.” I assured her, “especially after I’m done beating you.”

“Beating?” Sandra gasped, “There’s no need for that. Besides, I’ll call for help. You so much as touch me and I’ll scream bloody murder.”

“Go ahead,” I told her, “They’ll never hear you. Not over that racket.” I said motioning towards the floor where my downstairs neighbor’s rap music was still pulsing through the thick floorboards. Standing up I move towards her, flexing my hands as if I was about to attack her although I had no intention of doing any such thing. I just wanted to scare her, to see how she’d react to the threat of physical violence. I watched her large blue eyes widen in fear as I neared her, shying away from me as I reached out for her.

“I’ll do anything. Please, don’t beat me.” She suddenly begged. “Don’t hit me. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything can be a lot, Ms. Martin.” I told her, wondering if her sudden submission was genuine or not. “Prove it.”

 

[sandmartin]

Prove it! How the hell did I prove it if I didn’t know what he wanted!? And then it dawned on me. What did all guys want with a woman?
“Oh no! Not that, I’m not doing that.”
“What?” He asked, trying to feign innocence.
“You know.” I answered, watching him sharply. “Let you do stuff to me.”
“What stuff?” Still playing innocent.
“Sex and stuff.” I answered hotly, folding my arms before me to cover myself as I sat on the bed trying to make myself as small and uninteresting as possible.
“Hmmm!” He said as if considering the possibility for the first time. I watched him from the corner of my eye. “What you need is a damn good hiding.”
“And I suppose you’re just the man to give it me…” Ouch! My smart mouth again. He looked at me and I could tell I had irritated him.
“Fuck you – you’ve got a big mouth – I don’t need this shit.” He walked straight across to the telephone beside his bed and picked up the receiver. He pressed one number, but before he could press it again I leapt to my feet.
“No – look, I’m sorry. I know, I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry. What do you want me to do?” I hovered uncertainly, watching his finger poised over the number pad. He looked really pissed at me, I pushed him too far.
“No games?”
“No games, I promise – just don’t call the police.”
“Last chance.” He said pointedly, replacing the receiver. “Any more smart mouth or fucking about and I’ll call the police – right?”
“Okay – what do you want me to do?”
“Take your clothes off – everything.”
Shit! Shit! Shit!I practically danced on the spot. “Nooo! Please not that?”

He picked up the receiver again.
“Okay – look!” I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, letting the shoulder straps slip down my arms as I removed it and bared my chest to him.
“And the rest.”

Oh my God! I let my bra drop to the floor and hooked my thumbs in my briefs before reluctantly dragging them down my thighs, bending my knees coyly to unhitch them from my ankles. I stood up in front of him, one arm draped from my shoulder, the other hanging down my front with my hand strategically position.

 

[GoodSon]

I tried to hide my smile as I saw Sandra reaching around behind her back, unhooking her bra and letting it fall from her shoulders. I admired her pale smooth flesh as she stood there, blushing as she bared her breasts for me. “And the rest.” I said after a second, motioning for her to remove her panties.

Sandra looked at me in silent shock, her pale skin flushing a deep red in embarrassment as she reluctantly removed her underwear. She stood in front of me, trying not to meet my gaze as I admired her slender form. “You’re very beautiful, Sandra.” I complimented her, smiling as I saw her try not to acknowledge my praise. “How old are you?” I asked as I walked up to her, standing very close to her as I reached out towards her. She flinched away from my hands, watching me warily as I reached around her head and let her long blonde hair down. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, Sandra.” I assured her as I combed her hair with my fingers. “I’m not going to hurt you, not if you do as I say.” She just stood there, silently watching my every move, trembling slightly as my fingers ran through her hair. “You’re much too attractive to be a thief.” I told her in a soft whisper as my hand caressed the soft skin of her cheek.

“Please don’t…” She said softly turning her head, trying to avoid my touch.

“This is a nasty bruise, “I commented as my hand dropped to her shoulder, seeing her wince slightly at even that small contact. “I’m sorry if I hurt you too badly.”

“Why?” She asked me suddenly, looking up into my eyes.

“Why what?”

“Why are you doing this to me? Why can’t you just let me go?” She asked, almost pleading with me.

“Why?” I said smiling down at her, “Because I can, that’s why.” My hand which had been resting on her shoulder, slid down her arm to grip her wrist. I moved her arm aside, moving the hand that she had been trying to hide her crotch with. She tried to fight me, tensing her arm against moving but her bruised shoulder betrayed her. She let out a small gasp of pain as I bent her arm back behind her back, her wrist pressed between her shoulder blades. “I won’t hurt you, Sandra.” I told her as I pulled her closer to me, our faces almost touching as she struggled in my painful grasp. “I won’t hurt you, not if you cooperate.”

“Please…” Sandra gasped, trying to free her arm. “I’ll cooperate, just let go of my arm.”

“Okay,” I said as I released her, letting her massage her injured shoulder as she stood before me. “Now put your arms at your sides and spread your legs slightly, I want to get a good look at you, all of you.” I told her as I glanced meaningfully at her crotch.

 

[sandmartin]

The transformation was quite startling, apparent even to me. Without any clothes on I had somehow become less of an individual, far more aware of my vulnerability in relation to him. I was much more aware that I must not provoke him. He was much stronger than I was and had demonstrated that. Piss him off and I might incur his wrath and goodness knows where that might lead.

I rubbed my injured shoulder, my hand instinctively returning to guard the top of my thighs, while my other hand conveniently covered my breasts as I massaged my shoulder. What was he going to do to me? In the darkest recess of my mind I already suspected I knew the answer to that, but I just wasn’t ready to accept the possibility in any other form other than if I piss him off he’s going to rape me…

“Now put your arms at your sides and spread your legs slightly, I want to get a good look at you, all of you.” His eyes rolled meaningfully down to my hand guarding my sex.

With a deep sigh of resignation I let my hands fall to my side and forced my knees to unglue themselves as I grudgingly shuffled my ankles apart slightly. Standing barely two feet in front of me, his eyes latched onto my breasts and lingered as I stared straight at him. I was stunned by his audacity, at the way he stood before me ogling my naked breasts without the slightest hint of embarrassment for what he was doing.

Slowly, right before my eyes, he sank to his knees. My eyes followed the top of his head downward until he came to rest on his haunches, his eyes level with the top of my legs. He reached forward with both hands, placing them between my knees and pushing them outward.

Swallowing hard, I allowed my legs to separate, granting him the view he sort. Inside I was trembling, my fingers twitched nervously as my eyes rolled helplessly around his room. His hands moved leisurely up my inner thighs and every fibre of my body tensed. Again, he pressed outward, insisting on a great display of my sex. I slid my feet along the floor until I felt my sex begin to open.

 

[GoodSon]

I admired her breasts in silence for a few minutes, knowing she was shocked that I wasn‘t even slightly embarrassed to blatantly ogle her nude body. If she was shocked at this, I thought to myself, I wonder how she is going to react to my other plans for her. I studied every detail of her bosom as it rose and fell before me, noting the small nipples as they began to harden in the chill air of my bedroom.

Kneeling in front of her slightly spread legs, I inspected her small neatly trimmed pubic patch. Sandra trembled slightly as I placed my hands between her knees, spreading them slowly to reveal the cleft of her sex. Her body stiffened as my hands slid up the inside of her thighs, stopping only a few scant inches from her pussy. She spread her legs reluctantly, completely exposing her sex to my gaze. She definitely was limber, I thought with a smile as I noticed how far her legs were spread.

“What!” Sandra gasped as my hands slid up the remaining distance to frame her pussy as she stood splayed leg before me. I spread her sex open, examining the pink sensitive skin as she trembled in shame before me. “Please don‘t…” She almost sobbed as continued to study her most intimate parts.

“Very nice, Sandra,” I said to the embarrassed young woman as my fingers lightly traced the contours of her sex, “You’ve got a very pretty pussy.” I released her and stood up, smiling at how she would not meet my gaze anymore. “What’s wrong, Ms. Martin?” I asked the mortified young woman. “No more smart answers, that’s good. Now turn around and bend over, I want to get a good look at your ass.”

 

[sandmartin]

I just couldn’t help myself, I glanced down as his rested at the top of my inner thighs, his thumbs turned inward, running along the ‘V’ between my legs. He smiled as he stared directly at my sex.
“What?” I gasped nervously. And then I felt his thumbs pull outward, spreading the lips of my labia. “Please don’t…” I trembled, not daring to move a muscle.

His fingers curled inward, gently trapping my clitoris and extending it outward. I almost leapt out of my skin in shock, pulling my hips away from him.
“You’ve got a very pretty pussy.” He chortled.

I could have died with embarrassment. He stood up in front of me and smiled. Quickly I averted my gaze, not knowing what to say or think.
“What’s wrong, Ms. Martin?” He said. “No more smart answers - that’s good. Now turn around and bend over, I want to get a good look at your ass.”

Grateful to escape his gaze, I turned before realising what it was that he wanted. Filled with shame I bent myself forward and felt his hands cup my buttocks, kneading them.
“Right over.” He instructed. “Let’s see how tight this nice ass of yours can get.”

His hands continued to knead my backside as I lowered myself further down with a sob of shame.
“Awww! Just look at that!” He chuckled, prising my cheeks apart as he again knelt on the floor.

 

[GoodSon]

Sandra sobbed softly as she bent over, her shapely ass jutting out towards me as my hands kneaded the soft flesh. I knew she was embarrassed and ashamed of having to submit to my whims and that only heightened my enjoyment.

“Awww! Look at that!” I laughed as I spread the cheeks of her ass to expose her small puckered anus to my gaze. Kneeling down behind her, I ran one finger down the valley between her cheeks, pressing slightly against her little pink asshole.
“Don’t.” Sandra gasped, squirming under the pressure against her asshole. “Please stop…”

“Okay, Sandra, I’ll stop but you’ve got to do something for me in return.” I told her, as I stood up, moving over to sit on the edge of the bed.

“What?” She asked me cautiously, not wanting to trust me. “What do you want me to do for you?”

“I want a blowjob.” I stated simply, watching her reaction carefully. She just looked at me in shock for a few seconds before she started slowly shaking her head.

“N… No.” Sandra stammered softly, backing away from me.

“Well, Ms. Martin, either you consent to giving me a blowjob or I call the police.”

“If I do this, will you let me leave?” Sandra asked me, eyeing the bulge in my pants as if it was something dangerous.

“Yes,” I replied, thinking that I would let her leave once I was done with her, not before. I’d let her think that a simple blowjob would get her out of her present situation but it was going to take a lot more then that to satisfy me now. “Now, are you going to be cooperative and suck my cock, Sandra?” I asked her, letting her think it over for a few seconds as I began to slowly remove my clothes. “What’s it going to be?” I asked her as I sat down again, completely nude, my hard cock pointing up at her as she stood silently in front of me.

 

[sandmartin]

“I want a blowjob.” He said staring straight at me.
“N-no.” I replied taken back by his statement.

Again he used the threat of the police over me and I knew as well as he did that he had me. It could have been worse – as if sucking the seed out of his cock wasn’t bad enough – he could have wanted to stick it in me, or made me do things to myself, or even invited a few of his mates over. Endless possibilities were available and I possibly got off lightly. Not that I considered his demand or the alternatives he might have chosen in any way as light or heavy. I was genuinely shocked by his suggestion. The alternatives came not as sequential thought, but more in a jumbled up sense as realised things could be much, much worse without the extreme of dealing with the police.
“If I do this - will you let me leave?” I asked guardedly.
“Yes.” He replied, a little too readily.

I nervously watched him undress from the corner of my eye, surprised that he removed all his clothing. He sat on the bed, his ‘thing’, his cock, pointing up at me from between his hairy thighs. He parted his knees as I stepped forward and knelt down.

My hand closed about him and he lay back, supporting himself on his elbows. I leaned forward not daring to meet his gaze as he watched me. My face flushing brightly as I lowered my lips to him. For a fleeting moment I seriously considered biting down hard on him, and serve him right if I did, though I knew that route would lead to more trouble.

Slowly I began to work his throbbing erection in and out of my mouth, increasing the tempo as he responded. My hand became an extension of my mouth, working his cock to its ultimate goal. For my part I just wanted this over with as quickly as possible.

It seemed to last an eternity, my knees aching as I leaned over him. But soon I could hear his breathing coming in rasps, his thighs tensed as his knees squeezed in on me. I sneaked a peek up at him. His eyes were closed and he had that stupid earnest look on his face that told me he was close.

When he came, there was a hard spurt and then it just seemed to trickle forever as he strained like he was trying to wring every ounce of the stuff out of him. My immediate reaction was to spit his seed from my mouth, but I wanted this to be good enough for him that he would keep his end of the bargain and not dream up any excuses to keep me any longer.

I sat back on my haunches saying nothing, letting him recover himself first. Giving him time to wallow in his conquest of little me, his petty burglar.

 

[GoodSon]

I smiled down at Sandra as she took my cum in her mouth, her eyes showing her revulsion as she reluctantly swallowed. “That was pretty good, Ms. Martin.” I sighed as she sat back, regarding me silently. It had been a long time since I’d gotten a blow job and this little thief was pretty talented with her mouth. I was already looking forward to the next time she’d suck me off.

“Can I go now?” Sandra asked after a few minutes had gone by.

“No.” I told her simply as she started to stand up. “I’m not through with you yet.”

“But you said if I sucked… if I did what you wanted I could go.” She said suspiciously as she looked up at me.

“Yes, I did. But I didn’t say when you could leave.” I explained to her as I climbed off of the bed. “And after that blowjob, I’m inclined to demand a bit more from you.”

“But…” She stammered as she tried to comprehend what I was up to.

“Now, why don’t you climb up on the bed, Sandra?” I directed her, “Lay back and spread your legs. I want to see you masturbate for me. Rub your pretty little pussy until you cum.” I commanded her as I sat down in the chair, lighting a cigarette as I waited for her to comply with my directions.

 

[sandmartin]

Men! Really, enough was enough! I was getting angry now. Annoyed at myself for getting caught, annoyed at being tricked into stripping for him, cross because I had foolishly submitted to his demand of giving him a blow-job when I knew deep down inside it wouldn’t end there, and now this!

Resentfully I knelt down on his bed and rolled myself over to lay back on it. He shifted down the bed to sit on the corner at its foot, watching me as I grudgingly parted my feet. It wasn’t sufficient to give him an eyeful of what I knew he wanted, but it would suffice for my need to comply with his demand.

Feeling self-conscious in the extreme, I moved my hand down to my pubes, running my fingers through my pubes as I stared up at the ceiling wondering irritably where this would end. My middle finger slipped into the valley hidden beneath my pubes and followed it down, gingerly pressing against my clit and then slipping back up and away.

I continued to rub my finger back and forth through the valley, knowing that he was watching my finger carefully. Slowly I began to relax and felt the dawn of arouse starting to break. In the silence it was almost, but not quite, possible to pretend he wasn’t there – that nobody was there. It was just me, my hand and his bed.

My fingers became more adventurous; two fingers travelling the valley, parting the lips and separating around my clit, and then closing in on it to gently pinch and tease it. My breathing was becoming steady and rhythmic as my fingers moved down to my entrance.

As I started to work my fingers inside, I felt his hand close about my ankle, lifting my leg high in the air over his head and down on to his lap. He was now sitting between my widely spread legs, enjoying a clear view as I masturbated myself before him. For my part, I almost didn’t care, I was too engrossed in the feelings building within me. His eyes, I knew, boring into my most secret place as my fingers plunged quickly in and out.

My thighs squeezed together, locking up and pressing back against my hand as a low moan escaped me. I lay back, not daring to move, feeling foolish and humiliated as the feelings receeded and I was once more returned to reality.

 

[GoodSon]

“Damn,” I muttered in appreciation for the show Sandra had just given. “You really are a hot little tramp, aren’t you?” I asked her, noticing how deep her blush was as she came back to herself. “Such a little tramp that you got yourself off while a stranger watched.”

“I… But…” Sandra stammered as she tried to avoid looking at me as I placed my hands on her knees, forcing her thighs apart to expose her hand still cupping her pussy.

“Move your hand, Ms. Martin.” I told her, “I want to see your lovely little pussy after a climax.” When she didn’t move to comply with my command I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from her crotch, my eyes taking in the trace of moisture on her fingers as she tried to fight me. “Sandra, I haven’t hurt you,” I told her through clenched teeth as she struggled to move her hand back to cover her pussy, “yet.”

Whether it was my veiled threat or the realization that fighting me wasn’t helping her any, Sandra stopped struggling against me, sagging back on the bed as she placidly let me move her hand aside. “That’s better,” I said encouragingly as I bent my head down, my face only inches away from her dampened sex. “You do have a lovely pussy, Sandra.” I complimented her again as I reached out, one finger gently tracing the outline of her labia. “I ought to take a picture of it, it’s so pretty.” I told her softly as my finger slowly separated her lips, sliding down the pink valley to the entrance of her vagina. “What do you think of that idea?” I asked her as I thrust my finger into her, noticing how she bit her lip to keep from exclaiming as I explored the silky inside of her sex. “Well, what do you think Sandra, should we take some photos or should I come up with something else for us to do?” I asked her, thrusting my finger deeper into her as a way to give her a hint of what other things I had in mind.

 

[sandmartin]

Oh shit! He didn’t need to do that – I really wished he hadn’t. His finger entered me, my body betrayed me. My hips rising back to push against him before I caught myself.

I closed my eyes, blotting out the vision of his mocking face as I bit down on my lip. He was talking to me, I barely noticed, feeling the passion within me responding to his touch.
“Well, what do you think Sandra, should we take some photos or should I come up with something else for us to do?”
“Something else!” I gasped.

 

[GoodSon]

“Why, Sandra, I do believe you are enjoying this,” I said mockingly as she raised her hips to meet my thrusting finger. “Definitely a hot little tramp,” I sneered as my thumb moved to circle around her clit as my finger curled deep inside her, caressing the wet walls of her vagina. “I bet you want to get fucked don’t you, Ms. Martin. You need a hard cock in your slutty little pussy, don’t you, Sandra?”

She shook her head, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she bit her lower lip, her body writhing under my caress, as she tried to deny my charges even as her body betrayed her.

“Well, you’re going to get what you want.” I stated, my finger slipping out of her as I moved to kneel between her spread legs. My finger slipped out of her, her juices glistening on it as I raised it up to her face. “I want you to lick my finger clean,” I told her as I pressed it against her full lips. “Taste your slutty pussy juice,” I commanded her as I positioned my cock at the entrance of her sex, the head just parting her nether lips. “Suck my finger clean, Sandra.” I repeated as I slowly pushed my hips forward, my cock invading her tight pussy as she moaned beneath me.

 

[sandmartin]

There seemed no end to the shame and humiliation he was prepared to inflict upon me. To compound the situation, I didn’t like the way my body betrayed me. I liked the way his fingers teased me, but not the way the smug bastard could tell from my erect nipples.
“I bet you want to get fucked don’t you Ms. Martin – you need a hard cock in your slutty little pussy don’t you Sandra?”

I shook my head, not daring to meet his gaze as my body continued to respond to his touch. It was as though there were two of us at odds with each other. On the one hand my mind said no, but on the other my body just ignored everything my mind said.

He moved onto the bed between my spread thighs as he withdrew his finger, the instrument of torture, and pressed it to my lips.
“Taste your slutty pussy juice…” I felt him pressing against my sex as he leaned across me. His acorn head carefully positioned between the lips of my labia, ready to push through. “Suck my finger clean, Sandra.” He whispered hoarsely, his eyes staring straight at his finger and my lips.

My lips parted and he pushed his finger in, at the same time he thrust forward with his hips and slide inside me. I gasped briefly, before sucking his finger brazenly, staring directly up into his face as he studied his finger disappearing into my mouth while moving his hips slowly back and forth.

 

[GoodSon]

“Such a tramp,” I told her softly as she sucked on my finger, her eyes never leaving my face as her tongue licked her juices from my finger. I fucked her slowly, enjoying the sensation of her gripping sex on my cock, as she stared up at me. “You should have been a whore instead of a thief,” I taunted her as I slid my finger out of her mouth, “You could make a lot more money with this cute little pussy then you can robbing people.”

“Maybe that’s what I’ll do with you,” I told her as I began to thrust into her quicker. “I’ll bet you’d regret trying to rob me if I pimped your sweet little ass out. There’d probably be hundreds of guys who’d pay whatever I wanted to get their cocks where mine is now.”

My hands slid down to cup her breasts, my fingers pulling gently on her nipples as the tempo of my thrusting hips increased. “I wouldn’t pimp you out, Ms. Martin.” I panted, bending down so that my face was only inches away from hers. “I’m going to turn you into a whore, my own private whore. You’re going to regret ever breaking in here tonight.”

 

[sandmartin]

A WHORE! The bastard, I could have slapped him were the things he doing to me not so nice. And as he continued to work his hips against me, he even suggested I might make a wonderful whore for him to pimp out.

I couldn’t stand much more of this, the rising sensations sweeping over me, soaring me to new heavenly heights. My legs wrapped around his buttocks, urging him on and into me as I clawed at him feverishly. His face hovered inches above me…
“I’m going to turn you into a whore, my own private whore. You’re going to regret ever breaking in here tonight.”
I gasped, crying out to herald my own orgasmic climax.

 

[GoodSon]

I smiled as she gasped out, her back arching up off the bed as she ground her sex against mine. Her eyes were filled with anger at my words even as her body betrayed her, her long lean legs wrapped around my waist as I continued to fuck her.

"That's right, Sandra." I hissed in her ear as her breathing got heavier, "Orgasm for me, my little whore. I want you to cum for me, show me how much of a hot little slut you are." My hand moved down between our bodies, my thumb finding the hard little nub of her clitoris and stroking it gently. This was enough to drive her over the edge, her slender body tensing under me as she bit her lip.

"God yes, Ms. Martin," I panted as her tight pussy spasmed around my invading penis, "You're going to make me cum again, you tramp. I can feel the cum boiling in my cock, I'm going to fill your slutty little pussy with my seed." I warned her thrusting deep inside her as I felt my testicles begin to tighten.

 

[sandmartin]

I lay back on the bed beneath him, feeling ashamed and strangely dirty by the betrayal of my own body. My eyes refused to meet his as he leaned over me spent, grinning down at me. Oh he’d enjoyed that all right, taking advantage of a girl in ways he could probably have only dreamed of.

He suddenly pulled himself clear, rising off the bed, his limp cock glistening in the light as I coyly closed my thighs, feeling his sperm trickling out of me.

Now he had finished, had his way with me in more ways than one, I must be free to go? As he stepped back from the bed, I swung my feet off and reached for my panties and bra…

 

[GoodSon]

I smiled down at Sandra as she lay beneath me, refusing to meet my gaze as her body tensed under me. Despite all her denials she had gotten off almost as quickly as I did. 'Maybe she enjoys being used like this.' I thought to myself as I climbed off of her, moving over to my dresser. I picked up a cigarette and lit it as I watched Sandra demurely close her legs, swinging her feet off the bed and reaching for her clothes.

"Not so fast, Ms. Martin." I told her as she tried to gather up her underclothes. "I'm not through with you yet." I said smiling as she looked up at me in shock and disbelief.

"But..." Sandra stammered as I moved over and picked up her clothes from under her hand.

"Oh, that was very good for the first time, but I wasn't joking about you becoming my own personal whore. You see, I think you're embarassed and probably slightly ashamed at the way you came while I was fucking you, but I don't think you regret breaking in here tonight." I told her as I folded her panties and bra and tucked them neatly into a drawer of my dresser. "And that's why you're not leaving here. You're going to become my own personal love slave, my little whore. When I think you are repentant enough I will allow you to leave, to return to your previous life, but not until I judge you completely reformed." I told her as I opened up the closet and reaching up to the top shelf brought down a simple leather collar that fastened with a small silver lock. "Put that one, Ms. Martin." I commanded her, as I watched her carefully judging what her reaction was going to be.