On her head, she was wearing my old ski mask pulled over her face, with holes cut out around her eyes. A few strands of blond hair trickled out from the ski mask. Her clothes were all black, like a ninja. They were not very thick though and I could make out the generous curves on her chest.
A sudden gust made the windows shake violently. We both looked outside and noticed that the blizzard had arrived. "Shit!" she mumbled to herself. She stared outside the window for a second, as if she were debating what to do. Then, she got more tape and wrapped it around my wrists and the bedposts some more.
After she had fastened me tightly to the bed, she climbed on top of me again and sat on my chest. She fixed the blindfold over my eyes again and rolled off next to me. She took her hand, delicately touched my chest, and said, "Looks like I'm staying with ya for the night. Ya better be neighborly if ya know what's good for ya."
She dragged the fingernails across my chest down to my cock, grabbed my balls and held them for a second. The she asked in a very sexy voice, "So, are ya gonna be a good boy?"
"Y-Yes," I responded hesitantly. Despite my situation, I couldn't help but become aroused. Soon, a bulge started growing in my pants. It had been a while since Danielle and I had had sex and I was incredibly horny.
"Well, well. Look at this. Ya enjoyed being tied up, don't ya?" she questioned while gently squeezing my manhood.
"Yes," I admitted. Pain did not appeal to me, but I certainly enjoyed watching bondage films as long as no one got hurt.
"Maybe it's a good thing ya came back after all." The intruder continued to alternate stroking my chest with her fingernails and reaching down to my cock, giving it a gentle pull. She had made me rock hard, and I found myself lifting my hips up to her touch.
I began to breathe more heavily and then she reached under my sweat pants and squeezed my cock. "If I'm nice to you, will you be nice to me?" she asked seductively.
"Yes," I replied earnestly. I had no idea what to expect. I'd never cheated before -- but it's not cheating if you are tied up by a stranger, right? Also, it's not like I could give any other answer to that question, I rationalized.
The cat burglar stopped stroking me and pulled my sweats and underwear down to my knees, exposing my seven inch, rock hard dick. I heard her place the gun on the nightstand and then pull her own pants off. She sat down on my face, and then positioned herself so that she could suck my cock. Oh, how I do love a good 69.
Since I couldn't use my hands and I could see, at first I was sticking my tongue out to try and find the proper hole. I eventually found her clit and started gently massaging it. My captor gentled swayed back and forth into my tongue as she took the tip of my cock in her mouth. She gently bit down on me and pinched my balls. Not a technique I would encourage, but it did keep me hard and aroused.
I have never been able to cum from a blowjob, and I didn't know if she was going to finish me, so I concentrated my effort on pleasing my partner. I reached my tongue deep inside her, swirled it around and flicked her clit in random patterns. This continued for about ten minutes until she stopped sucking me and began stroking me hard as she pressed her cunt firmly against my mouth. I felt her take a sharp quick breath and she let out a scream as she climaxed. I licked her juices until she pulled away and started to wonder if she was going to return the favor.
She eased up on her grip of my cock and sighed, "Too bad I'm not on the pill."
In desperate need to satisfy my lust, I did not hesitate to advise her, "I've had a vasectomy."
"Really?" she asked as she began to pull on me harder.
"Yes, very painful no matter what those idiot doctors say." She must have believed me because she took my cock deep into her mouth to lube me up. Then, she mounted me and gently took my manhood into her tight pussy.
She leaned far over as if to kiss me, but she did not. I felt her shirt rub up against mine and I longed to reach under her black shirt to fondle her breasts. We soon developed a rhythm and I felt myself beginning to peak. Before I could though, she climaxed again and began to slow down.
I needed to burst, but she changed positions. She began to ride me cowgirl style and I visualized her breasts bouncing up and down inside of her black shirt. Bound and blind, I could only focus on my own pleasure. As I quickened my pace she massaged my balls softly. That was all I could handle. I let out a low moan and exploded inside of her.
I pumped her a few more times and eventually stopped. She stayed on top of me for a minute and then asked, "Where are the paper towels?"
I thought for a moment and responded, "In the closet in the hall."
She stood up and cum dripped down onto my lower stomach. The intruder walked over to the closet. I heard her open up the wrap on the paper towels and head over to bathroom. She ran the water for a long time and then I heard the toilet flush.
I was starting to get cold and my cock had shriveled. The cat burglar strolled around to where she had left her pants. She put them back on and gave me a pat on the leg. She went back to the bathroom, ran the water quickly, and climbed back onto the bed.
I felt a warm compress on my cock as she slowly started cleaning me off. Can't leave any DNA behind I thought. She gently rubbed my cock up and down, making sure all my juices were released. She made another trip to the bathroom, got another compress and cleaned my stomach thoroughly.
Each time she returned to the bathroom, she flushed the dirty towels down the toilet. The whole process took about fifteen minutes. On the third trip back, rather than wipe me with a warm compress, I felt her blow coolly on my stomach. My entire body tingled and I heard her chuckle quietly.
"Tilt your head up," she instructed quietly. I did as she requested and I felt a glass being pressed up against my lips.
"Drink. It's just some water." I sniffed it to be sure, and I took a few small sips.
"Thank you," I said appreciatively.
She brought the cup back to the bathroom and returned to the bed to pull my pants back up. She cleared her throat and said, "Now, I don't want ya to worry, but I won't be able to sleep unless I KNOW ya're asleep."
I began to smell a strange smell and started having trouble concentrating. Chloroform! She put a towel over my mouth and...
Next thing I know it was light outside, I'm under the sheets and untied. The cat burglar was gone. Was it a dream? I felt my wrists and they were still covered with the glue from the duct tape. No... not a dream.
Time to call the cops and the insurance company.
