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 TITLE: Jewel Thief
STORYCODES: (Fb, pedo, straight, oral)
AUTHOR: Schaid
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   Wearing a tight dress that barley managed to keep her breasts in place
had worked wonders, the staff hadn't even asked for her fake invitation
when she arrived at the doors of the big mansion, which was a bit of a
shame really, since Emma had spent a lot more money on acquiring the
invitation than she had spent on the dress.  The piece of clothing was so
tight that even though she wore a skimpy thong underneath, looking at her
ass, one could still see the outline of her underwear.

   She would be stared at like an animal at the zoo that evening, and so
the staff had also clearly assumed that she was someones trophewife or
hired escort for that particular night.  At twenty-seven years old, while
wearing quite a bit more make-up than she usually did, and earlier that day
having spent hours at some fancy hair salon, she would indeed play the role
of a dumb and harmless blond really well.  But perhaps she might have
overdone it.

   Half an hour after she had been approached by, and spoken with many of
the guests at the party, she was grateful that her reason for attending the
social gathering was because of a profitable job, and not because she
wanted a joyful evening.  She would've been overly disappointed, since the
so-called party was as dull as ever.

   The guests mainly consisted of men, but some had brought their women
companions.  Lawyers, doctors and bankers everywhere in the crowd, every
single one of them close to the age of being her father, or her father's
father more like it.

   She was receiving a lot of attention from all the horny old men, and
while it didn't make her uncomfortable, it made it impossible to try and
slip away from the huge room where the party was being held.  She knew
exactly where she had to go, namely the door marked 'PRIVATE'.

   Staying as close to the door as she could without arousing any kind of
suspicion, she patiently waited for an opportunity.

   Her chance to leave the room unseen, finally arrived when the host, Carl
Erwin, one of the richest investment bankers in the place, probably the
whole country, happily announced that he was going to give a speech. 
People started to gather around him while she quickly slipped through the
door.

   After silently closing the door behind her, she found herself standing
at the bottom of a 'T'-shaped corridor which she recognized all too well
from the blueprints of the mansion, with stairs leading up to the second
floor on the opposite side.

   She removed her high heeled shoes and held them in her hand.  She
enjoyed the feeling of the soft rug under her feet, curling up her toes for
a second as she made sure that the strap of her glittery handbag sat
securely on her shoulder.  Then she started running.

   Just as she reached the stairs, someone opened a door on her left.  She
was already halfway up the steps when it closed, and she was behind the
wall on the second floor, breathing heavily, listening to someones barely
audible footsteps, as he or she, walked past the bottom of the stairs. 
Another door opened, then it closed.

   'Yes!' she thought to herself, and couldn't help but to smile.

   When she was certain that no one was sneaking up the stairs, she hurried
to the left and kept going down into a new corridor.  She took another
left, straight forward, then right, ending up in front of a locked door on
the far side.  She was able to pick the lock in less than a minute.

   Carl Erwin's office was in complete darkness, but she wasn't about to
turn on the lights.  Someone patrolling the outside would definitely take
notice, and might have someone go check it out.

   When her eyes had adjusted well enough to the dark, she walked over to
the expensive looking painting on the wall, behind the masculine desk.

   'If only I could fit this painting in my handbag as well' she thought,
as she pulled slightly on the right side of the frame, causing the painting
to swing open like a cabinet door.

   The safe behind it wasn't a challenging one.  She could've broken into
it within minutes if she'd brought all her tools.  But that wasn't
necessary, since she already knew the combination.

   It hadn't been cheap to get those numbers, but considering the money
that a 110-carat diamond necklace would bring, even though she would have
to split the profits, it would prove to be a very good investment.

   What would've taken her minutes, naturally only took a few seconds when
she entered the combination.  The door clicked open and revealed a small
box inside.  She opened the box, and there it was.

   It would undoubtedly be the original diamond necklace, not the fake
necklace that Carl's wife, Lisette, was currently wearing out at the party.
She only wore the original on very special occasions.

   She admired it for a few seconds, then closed the box and placed it in
her handbag before she closed the safe, got the painting back to its
position and then went back to the door where she'd previously entered.  No
sound was coming from the other side, so she opened it and stepped out.

   She was only able to walk a couple of feet before she heard voices. 
More than one person was fast coming her way.

   Her first reaction was to try and think of an excuse as to why she was
there, but she already knew that wouldn't work.  Since all the security
guards carried guns, she might even be shot, especially since most of them
were probably working as thugs before.  She definitely knew that her dress,
despite all its glory, didn't protect all to well against bullets.

   Fortunately, there was a door on her left, and she knew where it would
lead her.  Maybe she would be able to avoid gunfire.  The doorknob turned,
but much more soundly than she would have liked.  The room was as dark as
Carl's office, so she hurried inside and closed the door carefully.

   When she no longer could hear the peoples voices she breathed a sigh of
relief.  If they had noticed her, they would've been inside there already,
as this was the room of Carl and Lisette's son.

   She didn't know nearly as much about him as she knew about his parents,
except that his name was Eric and that he was eleven years old.  His room
looked like any other boys room at that age, the floor being absolutely
covered with toys.

   The boy was sleeping in his bed, and having kicked his covers off, she
noted he was wearing pajamas.

   Up next to his bed was a window, and despite being on the second floor,
she decided that the window would be the safest way out, as she'd rather
deal with gravity instead of guns.

   She would still probably hurt herself, but she would be much less likely
to run into someone.  She also knew that the boy's room was facing west,
towards the woods, the same direction she would have to go, in order to get
to where she parked the car.

   Still holding her shoes, she was able to sneak to the other side of the
room without making a sound.  The window was easy to open and she peeked
outside.  No one in sight.  She tossed her shoes out.  Seeing them fall
made her realize it was a much higher fall than she had thought, but she
still decided to go through with it.  If luck was on her side, maybe the
bushes would dampen her fall.

   Climbing through the window proved to be somewhat difficult, wearing
such a tight dress.  Hiking it up a few inches, she was about to give the
climbing another try, when suddenly, the boy turned on the lamp above his
bed.

   "Who are you?" he asked, his voice sounding upset.  He was still half
asleep as he sat up, rubbing one of his tired eyes with his hand.

   "Oh, I'm sorry", she whispered, "I didn't know anyone was here."

   "What are you doing in my room?"

   "Don't be afraid", she said, taking a step closer to him, realizing when
it was too late that she was actually making the child more frightened. 
When it was obvious that he was about to cry for help, she threw herself
onto his bed and straddled his much smaller body.

   With her right hand she quickly covered his mouth, with her left hand
she locked his arms up over his head.  He struggled, but gave up almost
immediately.  He was a cute boy, and when she looked straight into his eyes
and witnessed them fill up with tears due to the surprise and fear that had
taken over him, she smiled an evil grin.  This boy was turning her on.

   "Just be calm, and everything will be alright", she assured him.  He
didn't move.  Neither did she, thinking about what her next move should be.


   It would be easy and not too dangerous to choke the boy out, then be on
her way to the car long before he would completely wake up and be able to
get help.  However, she was starting to get really wet between her legs,
and so a much more pleasant solution entered her mind.  A win-win situation
for them both.  Perhaps a double win for her.

   "Do you like girls yet?" she asked, really not knowing what the answer
would be.  A moment went by with no reaction from him.  She loosened her
grip on his arms.  He didn't try to hit her, so she let them go.

   Not removing her hand from his mouth and still keeping eye contact, she
slowly reached down towards the area between his legs.  Through the thin
fabric of his pajamabottoms, she could feel his little penis.  At first, it
was soft, but as soon as she started to massage it slightly, it was getting
harder.

   "I guess you do like girls", she grinned, the thought of her adult body
laying next to this little boy, her hand touching him inappropriately,
causing him to get a hard-on, made herself feel even more aroused.  "If you
scream, I might have to hurt you, so please don't, understand?"

   This time the boy nodded.  He didn't even whimper when she removed her
hand from his mouth.  His eyes were still filled with tears but also
wonder, as he stared at her breasts almost the same way that she had looked
at the necklace in his father's office.  He soon closed his eyes, becoming
more and more aware of the good feeling that she was giving him with her
soft hand.

   "Here's what we'll do", she said, still massaging his cock, "I'll make
your penis feel REAL good, and you wont tell anyone I was here tonight,
OK?"

   "OK, I guess..." the boy said, opening his eyes, but not looking at her,
obviously and suddenly shy rather than scared.  He wasn't exactly sure what
the woman had in mind.

   She pulled his pajamabottoms down to his knees.  His not yet fully grown
penis in perfect view, and she loved the sight of it.  It was small,
average for a boy his age, but it was really hard and pulsated as fiercely
as a grown man's cock.  The head of the boy's penis was still covered by
foreskin, not yet able to peel it back, and she hoped that he wasn't in
some kind of pain by having an erection.

   With her thumb and two of her fingers she carefully started to jerk him
off.  Slowly at first.  Then faster as she grabbed his cock with her entire
hand.  It was clear that this was a new experience to the boy.  Already he
looked like he'd died and gone to heaven.

   She couldn't wait to give him his first blow job.

   "I'm going to put your penis in my mouth, OK?"

   She got down between his legs.  With her face directly above his cock,
she laid down, causing her feet to not have enough room to stay on the bed
as the furniture wasn't exactly built for a grown woman.  She grabbed his
hairless balls in one hand and kept her other hand resting on his stomach.

   The boy didn't get enough time to say or do anything, as she immediately
and effortlessly got all of the his cock in her mouth in one go.  She drew
a deep breath through her nose.  The smell of the boy's sex, his stomach,
was so clean and innocent.

   The boy gasped with pleasure as she continued by expertly massaging the
underside of his cock with her tongue, almost milking it.  From time to
time she would even take his balls as well as his cock into her mouth
simultaneously.  The boy didn't know it but he was in love.

   She sucked him for several minutes, alternating her methods, with the
intention of having him cum in her mouth, even if he was too young to make
produce sperm.  Swallowing cum wasn't something she always did, only when
she was too horny to think rationally.  This was one of those times, no
doubt.  She would've swallowed his cum as easily as cold water on a hot
summer day.

   'But it's taking too long', she thought, as she playfully pushed the tip
of her tongue inside his foreskin, touching the head of his cock with it,
hoping to get it to peel further back as she gently pulled on his cock.  He
wasn't as sensitive as she'd assumed.

   It really didn't seem like he was going to achieve orgasm this way,
despite this probably being the best thing he ever felt in his young life.

   Her logic told her that she would have to fuck him.

   She both wanted and would have to ride him hard...  violently...  or
maybe not.  That might not be ideal.  She would have to do it with him on
top, to let him set the pace!  She wasn't particularly heavy, but figured
that she must weigh a lot more than the him.  She didn't want to crush him,
accidentally wrecking the bed and make a lot of unnecessary noise in the
process.

   When she stopped sucking on his cock and climbed up from the bed, he
made the same face he would have done, she imagined, as if she had just
told him that Santa Claus wasn't real.  She almost laughed.

   "Don't worry", she smiled and let her handbag down on the floor, "I just
gotta get rid of these."

   Reaching up under her skirt, she put her thumbs on either side of the
top of her wet panties.  She slowly pulled them down over her rounded hips
and had them fall down too.

   She stepped out of them, got back into the bed and positioned herself
next to the boy on her back, where she spread her legs, and only just
tickled her clitoris with her index finger.  It was almost enough to make
her orgasm.  "You, come here", she encouraged the boy, at the same time
helping him to get on top of her and in between her legs.

   "What do I do now?" he asked.  The boy was almost too innocent.  She
liked it.

   She grabbed his cock and placed the top between the slick lips of her
pussy.  Now the boy instantly knew what to do.  He pushed forward, and all
of the modest inches he had to offer slid in easily into her welcoming hot
cunt.  It blew his mind how something could feel this good.  Having his
penis played with and sucked had been wonderful.  This was even better.

   He started fucking her almost savagely after a few strokes, and she let
him.  She didn't mind a enthusiastic pounding every once in a while, and at
his age he wouldn't be able to overtake her.

   'That's it, fuck me!' she thought to herself.  She had already been on
the brink of orgasm when the boy first put his cock into her, and now her
body was hit with the full force of that orgasm.  As she was experiencing
that ecstasy, she shivered like crazy while grabbing hold of the kid's
tight ass, burying her nails into the flesh, joining in for its jerking
motions up and down between her legs.

   Her cuntmuscles spasmed uncontrollably around the boy's cock.  It caused
him to slow down for a second, pleasantly surprised at the sudden extra
pressure, but he kept going.  As her orgasm subsided, the boy was soon up
to speed again, and shortly thereafter he fucked her in an even faster
pace. He was definitely getting close to his own orgasm.

   She didn't expect to have a second orgasm before he came, but it
approached fast, forcing her to bite her lower lip so that she wouldn't
scream.

   This time, the spasms of her cunt was more than enough to have the boy
cum as well.  It was obvious.  She felt his entire body tense up, but
because she was still dealing with her own orgasm, and since she was so
freaking wet down there, she had no idea if the boy was actually shooting a
load of cum inside of her - if it was even possible that this eleven year
old kid just might have impregnated her.  That would not have been ideal
either, to say the least, but it was too late to worry about that.

   Not able to handle all the good feelings that his young body was
experiencing for the first time, the boy passed out.  Emma on the other
hand, was completely able to enjoy the aftershocks of her orgasms.  Amazing
didn't even begin to describe it.

   His cock was still hard inside of her as she lay there with him still on
top, shaking, and more than anything she wished she could stay, fall
asleep, wake up the next morning and maybe do it again, but she was sadly
aware of the fact that unless she wanted to get caught, she would have to
leave right away.

   She still allowed herself a couple more minutes of rest before getting
out from under the boy, and out of the warm bed.  She pulled the covers
over him, gave him a kiss on his head, taking a moment to admire his
blissful face and listen to him snore softly before she turned off the
lamp.

   Picking up the panties from the floor, she used them to clean most of
the juices off from the inside of her thighs, as well as from her satisfied
cunt.  It was impossible to tell if some of it was the boy's cum.

   Keeping the drenched panties in her hand, she once again went over to
the open window.  She looked around for a good while before she decided
that, for the time being, it was safe to climb out.  She grabbed hold of
the ledge and eased herself down as much as possible before she let go.

   There wasn't anything graceful about her fall, it was clumsy, and not
comfortable at all.  Just as she had expected.  But she was outside,
extremely close to her goal.  She would have a big hurting bruise on her
left buttcheek for weeks to come, but that she could live with.

   Picking up her shoes, she ran as best she could towards the trees.  It
wasn't easy to walk barefoot in a small forest in the dark, but she made it
to the dirt road on other side in just about ten minutes.  She followed the
road to the south and soon found herself next to her car.

   It wasn't until she had driven for a couple of miles on the main road,
that she realized that she had forgotten something rather important.

   The box with the necklace, inside her bag.  It was still in the boy's
room!

   She almost hit the breaks too hard, but managed to keep the car on the
road while slowing down, staring at the analog car clock.  It almost seemed
unreal how forgetful she had been.

   Luckily, it was still dark, she hadn't met any cars.  There was still
plenty of time and she would never forgive herself if she left without the
diamonds - but would she dare to go back?
   THE END