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The following story is a work of fiction based on a real relationship. If you
are under 18 or if reading adult oriented materials is illegal where you are,
delete the text below. It could be damaging to minors or excite those who claim
that pornography is morally wrong.

This story may be archived, provided it is not changed in any way and provided
that is is free to the reading public. I can be reached for comment at 
WereHot4U2@AOL.COM.

The story's Sex Goddess, in real life, is a beautiful woman that has a wimp
for a husband and she's been fucking me behind his back for years. This is a
tale of how he will find out about us eventually. Enjoy!




The Burglar - Part 1 of 2






I watched through their bedroom window. They didn't know I was there. Of
course, he couldn't know that I was there because he was blindfolded and tied,
very painfully, to the corners of the bed on his back. She stood over him
wearing a Sex Goddess outfit: Garters, stockings, half-cup bra, g-string
panties and 3-inch heels, all black. I hadn't expected to find such a scene
right here in suburbia as I hunted for homes to burglarize.

I watched through their bedroom window. My cock began to swell as I observed
this magnificent woman play with her toy. And that's all he was in her hands.
She was playing him like a finely tuned orchestra. He was thrashing in his
bonds, squirming and trying to escape her torture, while, at the same time,
trying to entice her to give him the sweet release of orgasm.

I watched through their bedroom window. This awesome, powerful woman acted
disinterested as her man's cock twitched and jerked, looking for something to
rub up against. She saw his need and quenched it by delivering a viscious slap
to his exposed testicles. Tears sprang, unbidden, to his eyes as waves of
unimaginable pain coursed through his balls. She sneered at his weakness and
slapped him again, this time even harder. Finally, the pain caused his tiny
erection to subside. 

I watched through the comfortable home's back door. Nothing. I listened
intently. Nothing. I jimmied the lock. Simple. I entered the home.

I watched through the open bedroom door. She circled him, taunting him. 
"You fuckin' wimp! Look at that little pecker. It's not even big enough to
call a cock. Do you think that little piece of meat can satisfy a woman like
me? I need a real man's prick pounding away at my cunt! The most you're good
for is helping me dress for my dates and licking my cunt clean after another
man has spermed me."
"Yes, ma'am," the wimp said. I could hear them clearly now.
"Have you satisfied me lately?"
"No, Ma'am."
"Here's your reward for being so honest," she purred.
From the nightstand, she retrieved a dozen or so clothespins. One by one, she
attached them to his ball sack. His pecker got even smaller as this new pain
dominated his groin.

I watched through the open bedroom door. She reached for a jar of lubricant
and smeared some on his tiny penis. With practiced hands, she deftly began
massaging some life into his limp organ. Soon, it responded to her expert work.
When it reached its full proportion of four little inches, she stood back.
"Look at that pathetic toothpick. You could fuck a thirteen-year-old and she'd
still be a virgin when you were done!"
She lifted the clothespins, exposing his balls, then tied a rope around the
base of his puny manhood, encircling the underside of his balls in the process.
She tossed the rope over the post at the foot of the bed and pulled it tightly,
lifting him from the bed by his groin. His bound arms and legs held him tightly
down, but he thrust his hips up in a futile effort to relieve the pressure on
his nuts. 
I watched through the open bedroom door. The beautiful woman again massaged his
little penis. As soon as it reached its full, but insignificant, erection, she
used a small leather whip to beat his captive balls. Once again the tiny penis
lost its hardness as pain replaced the warm feelings of a moment earlier. All
of the clothespins went flying, snapping off painfully in all directions.
"You can't even maintain an erection, you worthless boy. I give you an
erection and you can't even keep it hard? How dare you?"
She stepped back and began to whip his pecker with the full strength of her
arm. He cried out over and over, but didn't dare move for fear of ripping his
dick and nuts out by their roots.

I watched through the open bedroom door. She was obviously disgusted with this
wimp of a man. She had an incredible body that this little boy couldn't
satisfy. She whipped his limp manhood until it was purple and about the size of
my thumb. Still he whimpered.

I watched through the open bedroom door. The beautiful lady of the house began
to masturbate through her panties. With one hand, she pleasured her pussy, with
the other, she continued to beat his trivial penis.
"God, I need a man," she moaned.
"Yes, Ma'am," he responded.
"I'm going to go out and find one tonight to fuck my wet cunt."
"Yes, Ma'am," he responded again.
"I'm going to make you lick his cum out of my pussy and asshole."
"Please, Ma'am."
"  'Please, Ma'am', what?" she taunted.
"Please, Ma'am, don't let anyone cum in you."
"Fuck you. Your little dick doesn't even reach deep enough to cum in me. I
always end up wiping your disgusting cock-snot off my pubic hair."
"I'm sorry, Ma'am."
"I'm going to make you lick his cum out of my pussy and asshole."
"Yes, Ma'am," he responded again.

I watched through the open bedroom door.  She was working her clit
desperately. Over and over, the whip fell on his exposed package as she
furiously masturbated, searching for that elusive orgasm. She backed away from
the bed, moving right in my direction. She was pulling at her mouth-watering
nipples, rubbing her cunt while looking at her tortured man. His genitals were
now fully purple as the pressure from the ropes continued to work its evil
magic.
"God, I wish I could cum. You've ruined me, you know. I should be able to cum
ten times a night. You just never had the talent to satisfy me. Or anyone else,
for that matter."
"I'm sorry, Ma'am," he weakly admitted.
"When I'm through with you tonight, you're going to regret being born a man
with a little boy's penis."
"Yes, Ma'am."

I watched through the open bedroom door. She came close. I could smell her
arousal, her damp female perfume clouding the air around me. I had to use her.
I had to have her. She stood less than a foot away from me, sadly looking at
the wimp tied to her marital bad. She stepped towards him, kneeling on the foot
of the bed and began to whip his balls again. Her ass was in the air, inviting
me to use her juicy, wet cunt. 
SLAP SLAP, her hand rhythmically tortured his limp rod. I stepped through the
doorway after stripping in the hall. I stood behind her, my hard cock inches
from her steamy love canal. 
Intent on her torture of the helpless weakling, she didn't notice me behind
her. I watched intently until I saw the hand that was in her pussy retreat.
Here was my opening. Without a pause, I stuffed all nine inches of my erection
into the pretty goddess.

Continued in Part 2...

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