The 'Cat' Burglar

She lay at home asleep in her pj's. This was a typical Saturday night for her. She was fed up with local nightlife and the dating scene. It had been at least 7 months since she had even been on a date much less had any true romance. She was 23 and very beautiful. She stood a little over five foot two with dark hair and blue eyes. She was in very nice shape as well. She had very nice perky breasts and an ass to die for. She had no problems finding men, just problems finding a good one. So instead of going out on the town with her friends, she opted to stay home alone.

She had fallen asleep around eleven. Suddenly she was awoken by a noise. The sound of a door opening, but no one else had a key to her apartment. She could hear someone moving throughout her apartment. She was scared. She remained quite and still hoping that the intruder would not wander into her room. She lay in wait for signs that the person had left, but instead she could hear footsteps coming towards her room. She slowly and quietly moved toward her closet and closed the door. She left a slight crack so in hopes that she might get a glimpse of the intruder, in case she needed to contact the police. The intruder entered her room.

It was a man dressed in complete black and had a ski mask on his face. She could tell that he was a well built standing about five feet nine in height with broad shoulders and well toned muscles that were detailed by his tight black shirt. She tried not to breathe. He walked around her room looking through her drawers, rummaging through her most secretive belongings. He pulled out some of her underwear and looked at them. She hoped he did see everything she kept in her drawers. Then he went out of sight.

She moved to try and see where he had gone and bumped into a box in the closet. Suddenly he appeared back in the room. He moved toward the closet. He slung open the door and grabbed her by her shirt. He pulled a knife from his back pocket and made sure that she saw it. He then threw her on the bed and told her to shut up, as he held the knife at her throat. He looked at her for a moment, gazing at her in her pj's. The he turned the knife towards her pajama shirt and one by one slowly cut the buttons off. With every button lost more and more of her naked body became visible. Then with the cut of the last button, her shirt parted and her perfectly shaped breasts lay exposed for the intruder. She wanted to scream, but she knew better. He lifted the bottom of his mask to reveal his lips. He lowered his mouth to her dark colored nipple and began to fondle it roughly with his tongue. She felt like crying. But the way he licked her nipple made her hot inside. After he was finished with one nipple he worked on the other. He began to tease it with his tongue and nibble at it with his teeth. She was getting hot. She thought to herself, "No, I won't…", but her body began to betray her. She could feel herself getting wet. It had been a longtime since anyone but herself had touched her breasts.

He stopped fondling her breast, and began to untie her pajama pants. Once untied, he slowly pulled them down to her ankles. He stared at her panties. There she lay with her shirt wide open and her pants around her ankles, just one small piece of cloth standing between her and total exposure. He took his knife and ran it up her right leg until he reached the waist band of her satin panties. And with a quick jerk, he cut the band. Then he placed the knife on her left leg. She could feel the cold steel on her leg. He slid the sharp edge up her leg and under the waist band, and sliced the other side of the band like the first. He slowly pulled back the front her panties revealing her neatly trimmed mound of pubic hair and her now soaked pussy. He bent over and took in deep breath through his nose, smelling the sweet aroma of her juices.

Fearing that she might run, he roughly pulled off her shirt. He tied one sleeve to her left wrist. Then he threaded the shirt through the bars in the head board, and secured the other sleeve to her right wrist. With her arms secure he took her panties and stuffed them in her mouth so she couldn't scream. Then he took her pants off, and using his knife cut them in two. Using each leg of pants, he bound her legs spread eagle to the lower bed posts. There she lay totally helpless and at his mercy, with the taste of her own nectar on her tongue.

Again, he knelt to inhale her aroma, this time closer than the last. He reached out with his gloved hand touched her inner thigh. The feeling of the cold leather made her body tense. He moved his hand up towards her wetness. He brushed his fingers against her most secret opening. She jerked around, trying to escape, but she knew she was completely helpless. He ran his leather finger up her slit until he reached her hood. He pulled it back to reveal her pink clit. He rubbed it with his thumb. She tensed and shuddered. He could see her wetness in the moonlight from the window. It shined on his leather glove, from where he had touched her. He placed his finger at her moist opening, and slowly slid it in. There was little resistance. She clenched tight from the sensation of his finger inside. She was crying now. She knew where this was heading. But something inside her was aching with lust. She hadn't felt someone else inside her in a long time. It was a feeling the she had missed. He continued to slide his finger in and out of her drenched pussy, as he lowered his head towards his prize.

He lifted her hood with his other hand exposing her awaiting clit. She watched his and felt his every move. He lowered his mouth towards her wetness. He slipped his tongue out and stroked her clit eagerly. He could feel her swelling from the inside. She was trying to fight him off, but with no avail. Bound and gagged she could do nothing. He licked her with intensity, teasing her clit and calling her a slut and a dirty whore. She could feel his goatee roughly rubbing her pussy lips as he licked her. She was getting wetter. She felt the urge to climax building inside. He withdrew his finger so he could remove his gloves. He placed them in his jeans pocket, and then focused on her cunt again. This time he licked her wetness from her pussy lips. She tasted sweet. First, just gentle laps of his tongue, then he increased his intensity, and finally he plunged his tongue deep inside her. This made her body twitch and quiver. He licked her deep and thoroughly as not to miss a drop of her nectar. He returned his awareness to her clit. It had swollen to the max from all the attention he had given her dripping pussy. He flicked the tip of his tongue at her clit. She felt an urge swell inside of her. He continued quickening his pace as he went. She knew this would do her in. She loved when a man licked her clit. It always got her off. He slid his now bare finger inside her as he continued to work her clit with his tongue. She was no match for the combination of the thrust of his fingers and his tongue. Soon, she climaxed powerfully, tightly squeezing his finger with every contraction of her inner walls.

She lay there panting in exhaustion. He lifted his mouth away from her pussy and slowly withdrew his finger. He brought his finger to his mouth and licked the orgasmic essence from it. Bound, gagged and hopeless, she watched as he undid the button and zipper of his pants, and slid them to the floor. She could see his noticeable erection within his boxer shorts. Not bothering to remove his boxers, he fished his cock out of the slit in the front. She could see the pre-cum oozing from the hole of his dick. He climbed on the bed and straddled her chest, placing is bare dick between her perky tits. She could felt a cold sensation as his pre-cum touched her skin. He took one breast in each of his hands and squeezed them around his rigid cock. He gradually began to slide his cock between her tits, gaining speed as pre-cum leaked from his cock easing the friction between their skins. On every up thrust his dick brushed her chin, leaving deposits of his sticky pre-cum. He pinched her nipples as he fucked her flesh mounds, making her struggle and buck around. There was a fire brewing within her. She loathed him.

He eased his thrusts and slid his cock from the wetness in her cleavage. He rubbed his body against hers as he moved downward towards her pussy. He stopped at the opening of her moist folds and rubbed the head of his cock between her lips and clit. Again she was crying, knowing that this was it. She wrestled and pulled against her bindings praying the she could get free, but there was no chance. He pushed his cock head into her soaked pussy, parting her sensitive lips. He thrust in with no resistance. She could feel his cock invading her most sacred place, hitting her deep, rubbing her from inside. She could not deny that within her subconscious she liked the way his cock felt inside her. He began to fuck her faster, thrusting deep with each stroke, sliding all the way out, just to feel the sensation of his cock head parting her lips again and again. His movements made her pussy ache. An immense pressure was mounting inside. He felt a similar urge building within him. His cock became more and more sensitive with every stroke. She arched back and released a muffled moan from her gagged mouth as she climaxed hard around his throbbing cock, sending wave after wave of orgasms through her body. The constriction of her muscles made him cum hard as he thrust into her cunt depositing his load deep inside her.

He slid his cock out quickly, got up and put his pants and gloves on. On his way out of the bedroom, he cut free one of her hands and left out the door. And there she lay dazed, half bound, exhausted, and used.