The Thief 7

The tight form shifted ever so slightly, tightly against the building. No one would notice. All in black, the thief, shrouded in shadow, peered through the window into a well illuminated room.

A handsome man, likely in his fifties, though appearing younger, was removing the last evidence of his tuxedo. An elegant woman, of indeterminate age, dressed in a stunning evening gown pushed the now naked man to the bed.

The form in the window allowed a half smile to creep across her lip as she appreciated the naked man but more so the diamond and emerald necklace the woman wore.

The thief smiled fully as she watched the woman tie the man spread eagle to the bed. The woman placed a ball gag in his mouth. The thief appreciated the assistance this provided.

As the elegant woman extended an exquisitely manicured fingernail to entrap one of the man's testicles, the thief silently open the French window.

"Stiffen for me now, pet," the thief heard the woman say through the now open window. The man obeyed, twitching his generous, circumcised penis to firmness under her less than gentle squeeze. He groaned.

The thief slipped into the room, silent and motionless, behind the full length curtain. The woman reached with her other hand and trapped the man's nipple between her luscious nails. The man arched and moaned. His shaft was fully hard, a pearl of fluid emerging from its tip.

The woman released her man and hooking those fingernails through the slit of her dress, removed a black lace thong. She draped the thong over the man's face and climbed onto the bed, straddling his pelvis.

As the woman reached down between her legs to take possession of the waiting shaft, the thief slipped behind her. The man saw the thief through his lace veil. His eyes widened. The woman understood only his passion. He gurgled a warning through the gag, to no avail.

With a silent, practiced gesture the thief handcuffed the woman's hands behind her back. The thief stifled a scream from the woman with a calfskin clad hand. Carefully and almost tenderly the thief unclasped and lifted the million dollar necklace from that stunning neckline and décolletage. She placed it carefully in her satchel. The thief leaned in and tenderly brushed her lips against the pale cleavage where the necklace had, only moments ago, rested. The woman moaned but whether in despair or arousal, the thief could not tell.

The thief leaned in and sealed her lips to the woman's. Her tongue explored the treasures of the woman's mouth but took nothing but warmth. The thief's gloved hands roamed the woman's body. The woman's dress slid to the floor leaving her in only a bra and garter. The woman groaned again. The thief's gloved finger softly stroked the woman's nether lips. The tiniest finger separated them so the thief could insert her longest finger ever so slowly in the woman's waiting, warm, wet tunnel. The woman groaned again. The thief stared into the woman's eyes as she slowly, yet firmly and unstoppably impaled the woman. The woman began to hump herself, slowly, on the thief's finger.

"Good girl," the thief said in response to the woman's movement and whimpers. "Masturbate for me," she said allowing another inch of finger to slip into the woman. The pitch of the woman's cries rose. Her hips moved faster. The woman's eyes begged the thief for release. Another half smile crossed the thief's face. The woman moved faster, trying to crush her clit on the edge of the fingers now probing her. The woman rose one last time. The thief stopped and quickly withdrew her fingers from the woman.

"Nooooo!" the woman crooned as the thief locked her lips to hers and inhaled the breath of her failed orgasm from her lungs. The woman collapsed, exhausted, at the thief's feet.

The thief turned now to the man on the bed. The full smile returned. She ran her gloved hands along his torso. Her nails, through the gloves, teased his nipples provoking an arch. Her hands rambled down his abdomen through his groin till she found his balls. A gentle pat and a squeeze hardened him for her. The thief unzipped the crotch of her catsuit. She straddled the man and slowly, without any regard for him, settled herself on his rock hard shaft. She bottomed out as he arched into her. She rode him hard, grinding her clit on his pubic bone as an inch or two of cock bobbed in and out under her rocking pelvis. Her abs tightened and she arched as her orgasmed rippled through her. She continued to ride him. She felt his shaft pulse and she rose off of him in an instant. The man arched and groaned. Her gloves fingers snared a testicle. She squeezed. He grunted as his shaft spurt a ruined orgasm.

"Thank you for allowing me to take your orgasm as well," the thief said as she zipped her suit. Quickly now, the thief returned to the window. She slipped gracefully and slowly into the night. "Two orgasms and a million dollar necklace. Not a bad haul for a night's work," she thought as she disappeared into the dark.