I'm a bad kid. I have to admit it. I rob houses to feed a pot habit. I've been smoking and addicted to pot since I was 13. But I'm not violent, we're not talking the "aggravated" stuff. I mostly just sneak around peoples backyards and take easy things, maybe steal a bike or an expensive camera or something. Sometimes I'll try and steal Amazon deliveries from peoples doorsteps. Small fry stuff.
The weirdest thing happened to me recently though. I guess it's not so weird, maybe more "bad" in the sense of immoral. But who am I to judge?
It began a few weeks ago, I was scoping out houses in my neighbourhood to rob. I live in a middle class area, my parents are rich but they don't give me a cent. I just live with them, being 19 and a complete loser. I dropped out of school, worked odd jobs, no intention of going to College, and I'm pretty content right now just robbing houses and getting high with my friends.
This one house I was scoping out is occupied by a 30 something woman, Ms O'Reilly. Or Veronica, as my parents call her. Veronica is a rich, snobby blonde woman who has 3 kids and divorced. Her husband was cheating on her with his secretary, that old chestnut, and she kicked his ass out afew years ago.
I see her come and go, taking her kids to soccer practice or going out to the local mall to get her hair done or shop, which she seems to do all the time. She looks impeccable - blonde hair, nails, high heels, tight jeans, curvy figure, fake titts, a real "Selling Sunset" kind of woman. Come to think of it I think she was a real estate agent once upon a time......
Her house is nice, white picket fence, big garage, pool out the back. I know this because I went there as a kid, my family was invited over for a BBQ years ago when Ms O'Reilly and her ex-husband were still trying to play "the Jones's" next door.
A great target as I know she's got tonnes of jewellery stashed in there somewhere, no pet dogs, no security that I can remember, and no man loitering around. Or so I thought....
I picked a day to do the job. A Thursday, at midday, coz I knew that she would be out for a nail appointment, her kids at their dads place (I saw him pick them up in the morning to take them to school) that night, and the neighbourhood would be quiet with everyone out at work or school...
I packed my tools: monkey wrench, gloves, lubricant, ropes, balaclava, spare pair of sneakers, and setup to hide near her house to wait for her to leave. Behind her house is this water canal which is usually a good place to hide. So I waited out there behind a bush growing on its edge near her back fence. Only she never came out. "Fuck" I thought, "Maybe she already left?".........I was dying to get some more weed that night, I had run out and need to get stoned badly. I had smoked my last joint just before hiding. "Its just the weed, the paranoia" I thought to myself. I decided to go in anyway.
I climbed up over her back fence into the backyard. There was a big swimming pool with kids toys all around, a swing set, shit like that. A big deck and a BBQ, the one I remember, looked pretty unused. I made my way to the back sliding door which I found to be unlocked ("Stupid" I thought to myself) and entered the house.
I walked briskly up the stairs to the second floor towards the master bedroom, I couldn't hear anyone else there and I found the master bedroom at the end of the hallway. I went straight to her draws rummaging through her underwear, noticing lots of thongs and lace panties. I found nothing so I went into the walk-in robe where there were boxes and expensive clothing. Then I hear it. The front door closing. Lots of ruffling noises downstairs.
I panicked. I shouldn't have gone this far into the house. Big houses are riskier to rob because you can get caught, I usually just rob backyards. Punk stuff. I tried to run to the window to see if I could get out, but there was a big lock on it ironically, considering the sliding door downstairs wasn't locked......"Shit what do I do" I thought. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, it sounded like multiple people. It sounded disjointed, like they were wrestling their way up the stairs.
I couldn't waste any more time, in my panic I dived back into the walk-in closet, and locked the door behind me. I placed afew boxes against it so they couldn't open it if they tried, and hid in amongst the darkness of the cool closet. I was still high from earlier and the paranoia was intense, but also the thrill and adrenaline too!
Then I heard them, two people crashing down onto the bed in the bedroom before me. I could hear a woman moaning and panting, a man with a deeper baritone voice also moaning and saying things. I peeked out through the slits in the robe door to see what was happening.
Its was Ms O'Reilly alright. But she was with a man, and they were passionately kissing on the bed, their hands all over each other. I recognised the man, it was Darquan Johnson, a local thug from a rough part of town who my buddies would buy weed off only when we were reallllllly desperate. Unlike me, I've heard this guy is a real criminal and someone you don't want to cross. My buddies would tell me stories about him and his gang, and he'd even been on the local news.
I would never have expected Ms O'Reilly to be involved with someone like that, Johnson is just from a different world. But the way she kissed him I could see she was really horny.
"Get on your fuckin' knees bitch and suck my cock" he commanded. He stood up straight and popped his hips out at her. She had lust in her eyes and did exactly what she was told. She dropped to her knees on the bedroom floor and began undoing the belt buckle. He stepped out of his pants and took his shirt off, showing his muscles, hairy black chest. She pulled his pants off and out popped a big veiny black cock nestled at the base were two big black balls and trimmed pubic hair. The balls hung down like goose eggs. Ms O'Reilly was wearing a tank top and short shorts, she ripped both off as Johnson stared at her waiting to be serviced. She kneeled again before him, her big fake titts bouncing around with her movement and pink nipples erect. She had a trimmed hairy blonde pussy and a petite well kept body. Her pussy was wet and ready to be fucked.
She began with sucking his balls one at a time, Johnson had his hands on his hips and threw his head back, moaning lightly and encouraging her. Ms O'Reilly began sucking his cock, little popping sounds as she moved her mouth over his cock, while massaging his balls. Every now and then she would squeeze her nipples and rub her clit between her legs.
I couldn't believe I was watching this. They were too engrossed in each other to detect me in the closet, breathing heavier and my cock also getting hard. It was so trippy the whole situation.
Eventually Johnson lifted Ms O'Reilly up by her arms and threw her onto the large bed. She moaned and submitted to him completely. He rolled her onto her belly and then dragged her up by the legs so she was in doggy style position in front of him, with him standing on the edge of the bed, his cock level with her wet pink pussy.
"You've been waiting too long baby" he said to her, "Your pussy already leaking'". "Oh yeah baby, You haven't fucked me since forever. I need this" she replied, her voice husky and heavy with lust. She was almost begging him.
Johnson rubbed his cock on the entrance of her pussy and then rammed it in aggressively. Ms O'Reilly moaned deeply from her chest and then went limp under his assault. He began to fuck her hard and deep, his big black cock making long strokes and her pussy responding with more juice. The room became a symphony of Ms O'Reillys moans, Johnsons grunts and the sloppy sound of hard wet sex.
I was really enjoying the show myself, never having expected my day to go like this. I was gonna rob this place of some jewellery to trade for weed, and then play video games all afternoon and wait for my buddies to come over.
Just as I tried to lean forward to get a better view, one of the boxes I was leaning on gave way and I came crashing out of the closet onto the bedroom floor. Ms O'Reilly gave a scream and scurried against the wall covering herself with a sheet. Johnson was unfazed, looking down at me on the floor. He reached into his jeans on the floor and pulled out a small pistol.
