In a burglary, he took her butt ran hard. With a soft hiss, the cane whirred through the air and ended his flight with a loud clap on her right buttock. Then I licked the center of her lust.

Without excitement I put the crowbar in the narrow gap between the not completely rolled down sun blind and the skirting board of the garden seat in front of the small family home. Slowly, I pushed the lever down until the pressure point was felt. After a brief pause for concentration followed a skilful jolt and with a barely audible crack broke the suspension of the store in the box. No dog barked, no neighbor could be heard. Carefully, I pushed the store upwards until the door handle of the glass door became visible. Apparently, the owners of the house thought that the store offers sufficient protection against unwanted visit, because the door was ajar. I entered quietly, leaned back against the door behind me and closed the curtains so as not to create telltale reflections with the flashlight. The living room was well equipped with some modern designer furniture. It’s a shame that I did not have a moving van, because it would have been worth the effort because of these pieces. I began to systematically search the living room, unfortunately without success. On the left side, the large kitchen joined, also there, the usual secret caches for valuables nothing. A short time later, the guest room and the entrance hall were searched, again in vain. Too bad, because the thing had started very well.

Although my observation had revealed that the residents were on vacation and apparently no recently used vehicles were in front of the house, I had to exercise due caution when ascending to the first floor. The first door led to a small office, where I would have expected a good find, but nothing, no securities, no cash, no jewelry, even the workplace was equipped only with a hopelessly outdated computer system. A passageway on the side of the office presumably led to the bedroom, as the office was originally thought of as a chamber. I opened the door and lit up the room to immediately experience the surprise of the day: out of the big double bed staring out at me, a terrified pair of eyes from the face of a woman. I let the beam of light of the flashlight rest on her not unattractive face at second glance, so she would have no chance to recognize me later.

Lust won: I could not control myself and put both my hands around her reddened bottom

“No movement. If you keep quiet and do not make any trouble, nothing happens to you, “I snapped at the woman. I hoped to have hit the right note so as not to mislead you. I really could not use heroines here. But actually it was lucky that I had met someone, because then I could perhaps shorten the hitherto unsuccessful search for valuables. “Get up and get a hold of something,” my next statement followed in a hard voice. She got up and took the robe off a chair by the bed. Since I continued to focus on the beam of light from the flashlight, I did not hide the attractiveness of the thirty-something woman. A white negligee showed more of her beautifully proportioned body than it wanted to hide.

I caught a glimpse of her butt in thong panties before the bathrobe ended the brief erotic moment. “No wrong thoughts now,” I thought silently. This was not an appointment, but a burglary, with the clear goal of making the inhabitants of the house more comfortable with their valuables. Everything else would be dangerous nonsense. After standing in a blue robe beside the bed, I opened her to what I expected from her. “Bring out your cash and jewelry. If you cooperate, nothing happens to you. But if you try to alert the police or start yelling, I can not guarantee anything. ” Since I never go armed on tour, I had to secure myself otherwise. I therefore rummaged out of my pocket the handcuffs that I carry with me for such cases at every break.

Turn around and hands on the back, go ahead

A short grip, and the two steel clamps wrapped around their wrists with metallic clicks. A control followed, then I was able to focus on the reason for my visit. For the first time, I heard her voice as she tried to convince me that she could not help me, “But I do not know where the valuables are. I’m only here to guard the house, the residents have asked me to live here during their absence. Anyway, I suspect they took all the important paperwork. “Did she really think I would buy her that? But even though she was telling the truth, she needed to know her stuff and at least suspect where the precious pieces were. “All right, I believe you. Then lead me around and show me the possible hiding places, “I replied. And to emphasize my determination: “I certainly did not get in here in vain. I hope for you that we find something! “.

Together we went into all the rooms and I opened all the hiding places and all drawers because of their clues, which were apparently based more on a guessing game than on real knowledge. To open the locked cupboards, she showed me a thick bunch of keys, but even in these refuges was nothing to get. My patience was slowly over. It had started too well. She was probably just a friend of the couple living here, for there was nowhere to be spotted on the few photographs that showed the family. After searching the entire apartment, we were back in the kitchen, in which she desperately showed me the last locked cabinet. Again, there was nothing to get. I had already resigned myself and wanted to make my escape as she went crazy. She spotted the only ajar door I’d come in and ran for it to escape.
The lamp fell to the ground. With two quick jumps, I was with her and grabbed her shoulders. “We did not bet that way, you little savages. Wanted to tell me what? ” For the time being, I continued to hold her firmly and considered the situation. She really wanted to outsmart me. Pretty brave. She actually deserved a little rubdown on the butt, and I decided to teach her a little more discipline over a crook like me.

I hit her butt with the cane, she screamed in a huff

“You will not forget your stubbornness so quickly. Come with me to the kitchen, go ahead “. She sensed my anger and tried to appease me: “Please leave me alone, it should not happen again. I will not tell anything to the police either, honestly! “. I did not let myself be changed and pushed her in front of me into the big kitchen. I grabbed a dishcloth, crumpled it up, and slipped it into her mouth. Then I opened the belt of the bathrobe, pulled it out and wrapped it around her head so that the makeshift gag was pressed firmly into her open mouth. In the middle of the kitchen stood a heavy side table with a thick wooden plate resting on it. I led her to the side table and pressed her down with her upper body until her front touched the table. For the time being I left her bent over the table and searched for a suitable instrument. The first thing I saw was a cane that was used to support a plant. I pulled the one-meter stick out of the pot and stepped sideways behind it. I rolled up and rolled up the open bathrobe until her really handsome butt still stood out in the cool evening air, covered only by the thong. The white cheeks were split by a thin black ribbon that soon disappeared in between. Their curves shimmered in the pale light of dawn and really gave a very erotic picture. With my left hand, I squeezed her shoulder against the table, while I kicked out with the stick in my right hand.

With a soft hiss, the cane whirred through the air and ended his flight with a loud clap on her right buttock. She jumped and wanted a short scream, which was dampened very effectively by the gag. After a few seconds of rest, I took out again and let the stick down a second time, this time on the other cheek. “Mmph” came her reaction, less loud than the first time. I gave her slowly and, I must admit, relish my situation with relish, about twenty strokes with different pauses in between, alternately on the other buttock and in a slightly staggered position. Each clap commented on her with a more or less intense scream in the gag, and at last I could hold her only with difficulty on the table.

Finally, I let her go and took a step behind her to watch my “work.” Her full, beautiful ass was marked with a good dozen reddish welts and slightly swollen, it seemed to me. Honestly, at that moment I had a great desire to touch and knead this beautiful ass with both hands, because the treatment had made me quite keen. The desire won: I could not control myself and put both my hands around her reddened buttocks. I ran my fingers over the gently winding knolls, felt their warmth, and finally reached the area where the Tangier disappeared between her legs. I felt something hot and wet there at my fingertips, and looked closer: The thin fabric band had absorbed its moisture and was completely soaked. Did she feel the same punishment as I did? I had to try it. I grabbed her thong and pulled it to her knees to fully bare her pretty bottom. Now I stroked the reddened cheeks, got back between her legs and a little further, whereupon her breathing deepened and ended in a low groan. My hands and then my lips worked on her beautiful ass, I let my tongue deep in her column disappear and worked me moving and caressing until I reached the center of their pleasure.

“Wow!”, She moaned in her gag

Her lusty sounds broke the last ice. I unbuckled my belt, slipped my pants and panties down just enough to release my long-used tool, and thrust into them with a single, violent thrust. She gave a sharp scream and then began to groan in the rhythm of our joint movements. Again and again I went away, to then dive into it all the wilder in rapid succession. I was completely immersed in the intoxication of the sensuality of that moment. After a time that seemed endless, but in reality only lasted a few minutes, I felt my climax approaching. I could not and did not want to dominate myself, but come as intensively and strongly as possible. In short spasms I poured the juice of my loins deep inside her, and it seemed to me that I was pouring my heart into her devoted lust.

I had never experienced something hotter. When I recovered a bit and stowed my little friend in his place, I knelt down between her legs. What I experienced should be got back in a different way. I used my lips, teeth, and especially my tongue to caress and massage her most sensitive area. With alternating intensity, I let my tongue disappear into her, licking the center of her lust, squeezing and stroking her vagina. Her movements soon made me guess where and how she liked it, and after a few minutes I was glad that I had not taken the gag from her. She reared up, lifted her upper body, then came with a long, sharp scream as I continued on like a wild man. After its climax, I snuggled close to her, stroking, while enjoying the relief of the heat of the moment. Finally I untied her shackles and removed the gag. At first we were both speechless, but then she said:

“Not bad for a simple burglar”. And we both had to laugh. So it happened that she did not show me and we had since repeated this game in many variants. It even seems that she does not feel so uncomfortable with her burglar