Night Work

A few months back I did as is usual for me. After meticulous observation and planning I went about my business. I had watched a house, knew all the routines and knew the people's habits.

Under cover of darkness I moved silently in the shadows. As I had expected, the small vent to the kitchen window was open. Being small and light helped me climb onto the narrow window ledge, then swing open the vent which allowed me to reach in and open the main window.

I knew that the house was empty, I had seen him and her leave. They took her car because its easier to park than his. I had followed them around the super market one day and heard them say that, that night they would go to the movies. He said that she could drive so that he could have a drink at the bar and also at the meal after the movie. I am very thorough.

In seconds I was through the opening and down onto the kitchen floor. A set of small steps was propped up in a corner and I placed them so that I could use them, if necessary, to make a fast exit through the same window that I came in by.

I had two objectives; to remove her jewellery (she has quite a lot) and to remove his car that sat on the drive. I worked fast; I always like to take the minimum of time to reduce the risk of detection. After a quick scan of the downstairs rooms I headed to the stairs. Looking at my watch I paused on the stair, ten-thirty pm, Lights came on in the living area. Good, just as expected; they had timers in various rooms to try to fool ordinary burglars. But not me. I am very thorough.

I made for the grandest bedroom, it was at the front of the house. I knew because during my night vigils I had seen one or other of them close the curtains as they retired for the night. The bedroom was partially illuminated by a nearby street light. In the drawers to a dressing table I found what I was looking for. No time to be selective, I grabbed at the jewellery and stuffed it into pockets in my coat which I unzipped to make more room.

Unexpectedly the room light came on which startled me for just a second but I realised that it must be a randomised timer. I continued rifling the drawers.

With a force that almost knocked the wind out of me two strong arms swept around me trapping my arms to my sides. I yelled out.

“Got you, you thieving bastard”, a man's voice yelled in my ear. With that I was thrown to the floor. A heavy body landed on top of me and I was winded, unable to fight back. A hand wrenched the balaclava from my head.

“What the fuck... you’re...”, he stopped, his mouth agape.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. I shook my blonde hair loose and it settled down my back.

“You’re...”, he continued, “You’re a woman!”.

I nodded dumbly.

“Then what the fuck...”, he hesitated, looked embarrassed. “Sorry about the swearing but you’re... a woman”.

Despite the circumstances I couldn’t resist a smile, he seemed completely disarmed by the situation. I considered my options. He was between me and the door, if I used my jujitsu training I could get by him but would he catch me before I could escape through the kitchen window. He looked capable of doing me an injury. What was my alternative?

I casually opened the coat that I wore. Hopefully he would see the stolen items lodged there. The guy noticed that under the coat I wore nothing but a bra. He instinctively licked his lips as he got a flash of my small, half-covered boob. There was silence between us.

I took off the coat and handed it to him, offering the jewellery back to him. He gulped at the sight of my small wiry frame. Now he was thinking clearly, perhaps too clearly as, with his hands, he indicated that he wanted more. I feigned ignorance of his meaning. The man pointed to the pants I wore and gestured again.

“Oh but... no... please, not my pants”, I put on a pathetic look.

He reinforced the gesture this time with a nod of his head and reached to tug at the pants. I didn’t want to think where this was going. “I don’t have anything of the house in my pants”, I claimed.

“I can soon call the law, you’re not best fixed to claim you didn’t break in”, he indicated the pants again.

“I know my rights”, I countered. “you can't make...

He interrupted with, “You have no rights, I caught you red-handed, now give me the pants”.

Now I was in a fix. “Yeah but I got a problem”, I pleaded.

“Ha! Too right you got a problem”, he was beginning to enjoy the situation more and more. “You know that I am only asking for my property back and it happens to be in your jacket and pants”.

No matter how I argued that I would hand over all his property he was adamant that he would decide if all the jewellery was accounted for.

“Please, I will turn out my pockets to prove they’re empty”, I tried not to show how desperate I was.

Stepping forward he got to his knees and tugged hard at my pants which in a second were at my feet. Then the man saw my predicament. His face was barely inches from my crotch... my panties-less crotch! I felt his breath on my pubic area as he let out an exclamation.

Weakly and uselessly I mumbled, “Yeah, I go commando”.

In an instant his lips kissed my mons veneris causing me to recoil. Trying to step back caused me to trip over the pants at my ankles. Fortunately the bed was behind me and I fell on it. Unfortunately I fell with my knees apart which allowed the guy to hold my legs apart leaving my pussy bare and vulnerable. Before my hands could cover it his mouth was on my exposed pussy.

Any attempts on my part to lever his face from between my thighs was influenced by the penetrating thrill that excited my clitoris. Instead of my hands pushing his head away my fingers grabbed at his thick, dark curly hair, pulling his mouth tighter to my pussy. The man's tongue felt six inches long as it dived between my pussy lips. It was powerful, lapping deep within my now fast lubricating vagina.

My groan of delight encouraged the guy to a more wonderfully vigorous attack on my sexual organ. The situation, the adrenaline flowing in my body must have heightened my libido and it surprised even me when an orgasm hit my body within seconds.

His hands scrapped at the pants at my ankles and as soon as my feet were free I raised them to the bed offering the oral expert working hard at my groin easier access.

Normally I might have been willing to enjoy the delights he was serving up for some time but right now I needed more and I told him so.

“For god sake fuck me and I hope your dick is as good as your tongue... fuck me! Now!” I commanded.

My pussy felt the coolness of the air as he removed his mouth from it, but only for as long as it took him to rip off his tee-shirt and boxer shorts. I glanced at his cock to see if it was going to be worth losing his expert tongue; yes, it was! Then his mouth met mine and I tasted the mustiness of my own juices on his tongue as it lashed between my lips. His weight pressed my small body hard into the mattress as he positioned himself between my thighs.

I moved my ass quickly as I felt the tip of his dick at my anus and positioned it at my pussy. Opening my legs as far as I could I thrust forward onto his thickness. If the guy had thoughts of gently easing that meat inside me he soon caught on that I was good and ready. He drove it inside me sending a wave of pleasure though my body. Pounding my little pussy hard the guy broke into a sweat and his face turned bright red. In no time at all a second tsunami of exquisite pleasure washed over my entire body.

He must have felt the strong contractions of my pelvic floor muscles and that sensation drove him to his own orgasm. Hot seed pumped inside me as he grunted loudly in my ear and his hands squeezed my body. We lay there, his big body on my small frame, his sweat moistening my skin. We were both breathing heavily.

In the following conversation I told the guy what I did as a living; he laughed and said that he now knew what I did.

-oOo-

Its two months since that exciting episode and now I have a partner; he does a lot of the reconnoitring and the 'value-extracting' of the hauls and I do the entering and recovery of the goods.

Oh, and he enters me from time to time!

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