John was exhausted as he drove home that night. He had just put in a twenty-hour day. The annual report was due and there was no way to avoid the deadline. It was almost three A.M. as he turned onto his street in an affluent suburban neighborhood. He noticed an unfamiliar vehicle parked on the street near his home. There had been reports of a cat burglar in the neighborhood and he was immediately suspicious. He turned off his headlights, cut the ignition and coasted into his driveway. He was glad he did as he rolled to a stop he noticed a silhouette cross in front of an upstairs bedroom window. He lived alone. His wife had left him a year ago because of his late nights at the office. She was tired of being an “office widow.” No one should have been in the house. He was angry. Someone had invaded the sanctity of his home. Without thinking John entered the house quietly, planning to surprise the burglar and getting a little vigilante justice. He was a big athletic man but he failed to consider the fact that burglar may be armed.
Mary was a very attractive small woman. Extremely bitter over the life that fate had handed her, she had turned to a life of crime. One of the ways to improve her life would have been to marry a rich man. She could have done so except for the fact that she hated men. She was a lesbian. She didn’t hate men because she was a lesbian but it sure didn’t help. She didn’t like many women either but she found that she much preferred their company in bed and out, from her two terms in prison.
She selected the houses at random and had already taken a number of valuable items from neighboring homes. The items were small and might not be missed immediately. She kept the booty in the trunk of her car on the street. She had entered the house through an upper story window. She had already found a number of valuable items and was preparing to leave. The bedroom light flashed on and the two of them looked at each other in stunned silence.
He had no desire to desire to beat the “living crap” out of an attractive woman. Mary was rapidly assessing her chances of escaping. John reached into his pocket, took out his cell phone and began to dial nine-one-one. Mary had no doubt what he was doing. She could not afford to go back to jail. She shouted, “No, wait.” John looked at her doubtfully. Mary used the only weapon she had at hand, her sexuality. She slipped off her pants, visibly trembling as she did so.
John hadn’t been with a woman since his wife had left him and this woman was a woman with a capital double U. He motioned her over to the foot of the bed and to lie down. She did so without hesitation but it was apparent that she was not enthusiastic about it. This just wouldn’t do. John liked his partners to enjoy his company as much as he enjoyed theirs.
He kneeled down between her knees and softly touched her inner thigh tracing a path up to her pleasure zone. She was shaved clean except a neatly trimmed heart-shaped patch above her vertical smile. She was a natural blond. He gently blew his hot breath on those beautiful lower lips starting at the top and working his way down Then moistening his tongue he lightly retraced his path back to the top. Then he started again at the top. He blew as he went back down but this time his breath felt cool. Then using his nose pressed a bit more firmly he followed that tender cleavage up. He then repeated his first step and his breath felt warm. She had to admit it felt nice but she didn’t want it to feel nice, she wanted it to be over. Was he actually trying to make her feel good? Men don’t do that. Why couldn’t he just be done with it? He kept on repeating those same steps and try as she might to avoid it, she began to get aroused. He could feel those lips begin to separate and he knew he was getting to her. He pursed his lips, covered her clit with them and began sucking. He sucked her clit softly at first. Then he increased the intensity.
“What the heck is he doing now,” she wondered? It quickly became apparent. Her clit was swollen, engorged with blood. Each time he touched it with his tongue it was like fire. It was a good thing those touches were light. It was almost painful. Try as she might she couldn’t avoid it, she was cumming. Damn him. She did everything she could to hide the fact from John. She tried to appear calm and kept her breathing under control. John could tell that something was happening but he thought it was only a small orgasm. He kept licking. Now he was tracing the letters of the alphabet on her swollen pearl. He inserted two fingers into her tunnel of love and began stimulating her G-spot. Mary was surprised by the sensation. Her girlfriend had never been able to do that. “Oh, yeah,” she thought, “She has long fingernails. She can’t do it without scratching me.” This orgasm couldn’t be hidden. It didn’t stop her from trying. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. She stifled the scream she wanted to release but she knew, that he knew, he got to her.
John laid down beside her and pulled off his pants. Mary was really mad now. Not only because he had played her like a violin but he didn’t even have an erection yet! John said, “Straddle me.” She didn’t see what good that could do but she complied. “Now lower yourself and use the head to masturbate,” he ordered. She did nothing for a moment but John held the cell phone up with his thumb over the “Send” button. She got the idea and did as she was told. Her clit was beginning to dry a little and they both noticed the increase in friction. John said, “Use some of the juices from your hole to lubricate it. Slide the head down your cleavage and get some juice on it.” “More orders,” she thought but she didn’t have much choice. So she did as she was told and kept on massaging herself. Another orgasm was coming and he was only just now getting an erection.
In an effort to speed things along instead of transferring the juice, she pulled him inside her. “Stop it,” he shouted, “Pull it out,” Astonished she did it but she was more than a bit confused. John’s divorce was not yet final and intercourse in that situation was outside of his personal moral code. She peaked again and he wouldn’t let her stop. Now she was having almost continuous orgasms. She could not stand it anymore. She had to end this. Again she pulled him inside her and she began frantic pelvic thrusts. She ignored his commands to stop. He tried to push her away but wrapped her legs around him and bear hugged him with her arms. Her inner muscles were involuntarily rhythmically spasming. John felt her hot gushing cum dripping over his balls. In a last effort to make her stop he slapped her ass a lot harder than just firmly. At that moment three things happened almost simultaneously. Mary had the most intense orgasm of her life. Her vaginal muscles locked onto John’s shaft in a very painful grip. John climaxed but couldn’t release his load because of Mary’s grip.
Tears flowed from John’s eyes from the pain and Mary discovered she was crying too. She wasn’t the person she thought she was. They tried to disentangle themselves but that hurt even more. She lay on John and waited for nature to take its course. Finally her muscles relaxed and John’s cum flowed into her. They pulled apart and Mary moved to get ready to leave. “Where do you think you are going? You aren’t done yet, You have some cleanup to do.” John said. She kneeled in front of him, and began licking him clean. As she did so, he got another erection. She began to feel a sense of power over him and proceeded to suck him dry.
They both got dressed again and Mary began to leave. “Nice try,” said John. Mary looked at him questioningly. “My property in that bag, put it back.” Sheepishly she complied. John followed her down the stairs and as she was leaving he said, “If you come back, use the doorbell and bring a girlfriend.” Mary said nothing. “Damn, damn, damn,” she thought as she walked down the driveway, There was a tremendous inner struggle going on inside her. Finally she turned, “Fifty-seven-forty-nine, fifty-seven-forty-nine,” she thought as she memorized the numbers above his door. She just might be coming back. “I might be a cat burglar but he stole my pussy,” she thought as she drove away.
