Ellie had been waiting in the bushes for two hours. She had seen the car leave the house earlier in the day but she wanted to be sure that there would be no surprises before she moved forward. For two hours everything had been quiet, no lights had been on or cars had approached. Now, at a little after midnight, it was pretty clear that the house would be empty for the night. It was the perfect time to strike. Slowly she left the bushes and crossed the street. She crept slowly up the darkened driveway, hidden in the shadows by the black leather cat suit that she was wearing and black leather hood.
She came up to the garage door and confirmed through the windows that the garage was empty with no cars. She knew that the Peterson's two grown children were off at college and had seen Mr. and Mrs. Peterson leave together in their only car, so the house had to be empty, it was time to go ahead with her activities. Her excitement began to build and she felt her bare slit begin to leak into the crotch of the leather cat suit, she had skipped putting on panties tonight so there was nothing to absorb her juices, but that was the way she liked it. She slowly ran her hand down the outside of her suit and had to stop herself before she started to play with herself through the suit.
The suit really didn't fit well. It was left over from a few years ago, when she went to a high school Halloween party as Catwoman. Since then, her breasts had developed (she was a late bloomer and at the time had almost no breasts but when she hit 18 they sprung to a solid C) so she couldn't zip it up past the top of her stomach. This left her cleavage fully exposed and made her feel sexy and turned on when she wore it. Between that and the illicitness of what she was up to made it extremely appropriate.
She left the garage door and headed around the back of the house. She hopped the low fence and walked up the porch steps to the patio door. She tried the handle but as expected the door was locked. She pulled out the makeshift lock pick set that she kept in one of the small pockets on her leg and within a couple of minutes had gotten the door open and slipped inside. This was not the first time she had broken into someone's house like this, although it was the first time that she had tried the Peterson's house. She knew what she was looking for first, but wasn't sure where to go so she wandered slowly through the kitchen on a search for the master bedroom. She passed through the kitchen into the dining room and then into the living room. She spent a minute admiring the living room, looking over the racks of DVDs, book, knick-knacks and a very nice 65 inch HDTV.
As she scanned over the DVDs, she was surprised to find a fair number of obviously adult titles in the middle of the rack. They weren't really hidden, although only someone that was really looking would have seen them. She pulled a couple of them out and felt her arousal level rise as she looked at covers depicting women in various stages of undress, as well as coitus. Some were wearing underwear, some were partially or fully nude. Many of the latter were obviously in the middle of enjoying themselves, some with fingers inside themselves, some riding on toys while they pinch their hard nipples, some impaled by live men. Ellie couldn't resist any longer, she slowly slide the zipper on her cat suit down to just below her belly button, and reached in to begin pinching her own nipples. She sighed as she pinched and twisted them, eventually allowing her breasts to work free so they were hanging right out the front.
Finally she got herself under control and released her breasts. She didn't bother to push them back inside her suit, but picked up a couple of the DVD cases she had really been getting into and carried them with her as she proceeded through the house with her breasts swaying freely. The last room she found on the ground floor was an office. It contained a pretty nice computer, but wasn't what she was looking for so she decided to move on up to the second floor. She crept up the stairs slowly and carefully, despite being sure that she was there alone it just felt right. At the top of the stairs she turned left and entered the first door she came to.
"Jackpot," she whispered as she slipped inside and found herself inside the master suite. She dropped the DVDs on the bed and set straight to work, rummaging through the drawers of the first dresser. Immediately she was greeted by the sight of neatly folded briefs, which told her this was Mr. Peterson's dresser. She pulled out what she thought was a nice pair of black or similarly dark colored briefs (she couldn't really tell in the dark) and put it onto the bed. She then moved on to the other dresser in the room and started rummaging through the drawers that were obviously Mrs. Peterson's. She found a lot of her clothes but nothing else of note in her dresser so she closed it leaving everything untouched. Then she moved on to the night stands. The first one just had a couple of magazines and a box of tissues, nothing special. The second nightstand though held exactly what she was hoping to find, the top drawer was full of various sex toys. There were dildos, vibrators, lube, bullets, eggs, a blind fold, and a couple of pairs of handcuffs.
A smile crossed Ellie's face as her hands came in contact with a leather harness. She pulled it out and found that it was exactly what she had hoped, a panty like harness with a spot to secure a dildo. A quick dig through the dildos in the drawer and she found a nice, large, double sided dildo that was perfect for her. Without a second thought she unzipped the cat suit the rest of the way and stripped completely. She resisted the urge to start playing with herself while she put together the harness with the selected dildo. Then she slipped the whole thing over her legs slowly, almost like she was showing off for someone although in reality she was just anticipating what she was about to do. When she got it up, she carefully positioned the inner head of the dildo at her already dripping slit and slowly slid it inside. Then she tightened the whole thing down so it was snuggly in place and wouldn't move as she did. She looked in the full length mirror and seeing only her silhouette could have sworn she was seeing a man if she ignored the obvious breasts coming out of her chest. She rummaged around a bit and eventually found a girdle in one of Mrs. Peterson's drawers. She wrapped it tightly around her chest and looked in the mirror again. This time the silhouette that she saw looking back could definitely have been that of a guy. She grabbed the end of the dildo and began stroking it like she was stroking her own cock. She let out a gasp as the dildo began to move inside her.
Ellie managed to stop herself after only a few strokes. She went over to the bed and picked up the briefs she had pulled from Mr. Peterson's dresser. She pulled them up over the harness and dildo, just barely covering her new dick. She then laid down on the bed on the side that she was pretty sure was Mr. Petersons. She laid there with her eyes closed and imagined Mrs. Peterson walking in to the room in a skimpy nighty and walking over to the bed. She began to run her hands down her stomach and over the brief covered dildo as she imagined Mrs. Peterson's hands running over Mr. Peterson's body. She felt Mrs. Peterson firmly grasp his/her cock and begin stroking it through the briefs. She began to squirm as she pumped faster and faster, imaging Mrs. Peterson straddling her and rubbing her already hot vagina up and down the still cloth covered cock. Then Mrs. Peterson couldn't wait any longer and ripped the briefs down, lifting up to impale herself on the throbbing member . . .
Suddenly Ellie was jerked out of her dream state by a crash down the hall. She jumped up from the bed and dove behind the mostly closed door to the bedroom. She felt her heart race as she listened intently to try and determine what was going on and how she was going to get away. She scrambled over to the foot of the bed where she had dropped the cat suit and grabbed it before diving back behind the door. Then she listened, and listened, and listened, but heard no other sounds. Finally she slowly moved around the door and opened it slowly so she could see out into the hallway. There was nothing moving out in the hall and no change in the lights in the house. She stood up and slowly moved into the hall back toward the stairs. When she got there she dropped the cat suit across the railing at the top before moving on down the hall further. The first door she came to on the left was standing open so she stuck her head inside. She quickly could tell that she had found the bathroom and didn't see anything out of the ordinary inside, no signs of anything having fallen. She came back out of the bathroom, now standing straight up, and headed down the hall further.
The next door she reached was on the right hand side of the hall and was firmly closed. She slowly turned the knob and opened the door so she could slip inside. Once inside she looked around and at first didn't see anything. Then she suddenly heard quiet breathing, and looked over toward the bed and realized there was a figure laying on it. She moved slowly closer, curiosity getting the better of her senses. When she got close enough she realized that it was the Peterson's son, Steve. He was laying on his back on top of his covers wearing no shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms. His chest and stomach were completely smooth and based on the tent in his pants he was obviously erect. Ellie caught herself licking her lips and her hand wandering down to the fake cock in her borrowed briefs. She then got a crazy idea, he snuck over to the desk in the corner of the room and found a pair of scissors laying on the desk top. She came back over and kneeled down next to the bed. Slowly she moved her hands over the top of the bed. She gently lifted up the waist band of his pajama pants. He let out a quick snort and stirred so she pulled back and ducked down next to the side of the bed. After she was sure he didn't move anymore she perked back up and again slowly worked her hand under the waist band of his pants. She finally got her hand inside and discovered that he wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Perfect," she thought to herself as she put her new plan into action. She slipped the scissors under the waist band of his pants and made a quick cut all the way down to the crotch of his pants. She then slid her hand and the scissors over to the other side of his cock, quickly touching his cock with the cool metal and causing him to stir again. This time she didn't dive for cover, but froze in place until she was sure he wasn't going to wake up. Then she proceeded with the second cut, again from the waist band completely down to the crotch. Once she was done she put the scissors down on the night table before reaching over and grabbing the waistband with one hand. She grabbed a hold of the dildo and began stroking it slowly as she lowered the newly created panel in his pants, revealing his perfectly shaved crotch and erect 6 inches. She smiled as she saw it come into view, and as soon as the cloth was out of the way she grabbed it and started stroking it slowly. Steve began to breathe more heavily as she stroked, but showed no signs of waking up. She stood up and got a better view as she pumped his cock. She let go of her fake member and brought her other hand up, tracing around his pecs. She dragged her hand down and let it slowly trace along each of her abs as she picked up speed. He began to groan as his manhood began to throb harder and harder. Ellie couldn't resist but to lean down and begin tracing his lower abs with her tongue, going lower and lower until she was almost to his cock.
