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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Confessions of a Cat Burglar (MF, seduction) By Terri Madison (terri_madison@hotmail.com) *** The target: Leather 'N Lace Clothing Store Time: 8:00p.m. Just doing some shopping for supplies. Hmmmm, I wonder if "shopping" is the proper term? Doesn't it imply that I'm going to pay money for what I take home? Semantics, semantics. Three outfits catch my fancy right away. The first is a black leather catsuit which laces up in the front. The second is a "keyhole" Lycra bodysuit, and the third is a spandex number, of the sort immortalized by Jeri Ryan on Star Trek Voyager. All in black, of course--after all, a cat burglar needs to be able to steal away into the night undetected, doesn't she? Some gloves, too--these leather ones should do nicely. Finally, a few thongs. Not mandatory cat burglar issue, granted, but a gal's got to live a little, doesn't she? Taking my eight items, I step into the dressing room, ignoring the "3 clothing item LIMIT in changing room" sign. Yes, I have a bit of disregard for rules and laws. Most cat burglars do--it comes with the job. Surveying the dressing room--a full-length mirror covers the wall, undoubtedly with a camera behind it. Is he watching me right now, perhaps trembling a bit in anticipation? (I know it's a "he"--only one gal's working tonight, and she's on the register. Yes, I've done my homework.) Climbing out of my jeans and shirt. No bra, no panties...they only complicate things, don't they? I stand here admiring myself in the mirror for a moment, checking out my firm breasts then pirouetting to show off my firm, heart-shaped ass to my unseen watcher. Slipping into the first suit, the leather number. Hmmmmm, I love the way this one shows off the deep canyon of my cleavage. Watching myself in the mirror, I rearrange my breasts in the outfit so that they're pressed tightly together, then loosen and re-tie the laces so that the outfit just barely covers my nipples. Then I give myself a once-over in the mirror... mmmmmm good enough to eat! The disadvantage is that this suit zips in the back. This will create a problem for me, as I have a kind of phobia about not being able to slide my fingers into my horny cunt whenever and wherever I please! Experimentally, my hand drops to my crotch and begins rubbing. I can barely feel it through the leather. Moving on to the second catsuit. The "keyhole" is appropriately named, as it would easily facilitate a hot, horny guy inserting his throbbing "key" right between my boobs. But again it zips in the back, thus denying me the ability to unzip and take care of things on the fly. With this one, however, it's much easier to rub myself, as I'm now demonstrating. (Experimentally, of course!) I can feel my clit throbbing, begging to be released from the tight, body-hugging catsuit, as I massage it in slow circles. Stripping the suit off... I stand naked and gently rub my clit. With my free hand, I massage my pussy lips. Mmmmmm, I'm already quite wet! I know that I'm probably being watched, but I don't give a fuck. Slipping two fingers inside as I rub my clit... I look at the wanton, depraved slut staring back at me in the mirror. "Ohhhhhh you wench..." I gasp as my fingers pick up their tempo. "Mmmmmm, that's it, fuck yourself... fuck me!" I moan as I mash my large, firm boobs against the cool glass, then lean in to french- kiss my mirror-slut as we both finger-fuck ourselves. "Yes.... yes...." Almost there... That familiar throbbing, deep in my pussy... "Mmmmmmm.... MMMMMMMMM... MMMMMMMMMM!!!!!" Pursing my lips tightly together, so as not to broadcast my pleasure to the entire store... Oh fuck this is good... I'm coming down from my peak, rubbing my clit between my fingers, when the knock at the dressing room door comes. "Um, hello? Ma'am..." The unmistakable voice of a teenaged store clerk. I smile. "Yes, what is it?" I ask, still playing with my pussy. "Um, well, store regulations are--" his voice lowers to almost a whisper "--you have to wear, um, underwear when trying on clothes..." He trails off. "What else do 'regulations' say?" I grin at his obvious embarrassment. "Well... ma'am... um, you're not supposed to--" "I'm not... mmmmmm... supposed to what?" I pant, my breathing becoming labored as I again start to feel that wonderful throbbing. "Well, you're not supposed to-- um, that is..." He clears his throat and continues boldly. "Regulations say that the dressing room is, um, only supposed to be used for trying on clothes." In a bold move of my own, I throw the door open. A young man of about 16, lanky and red-faced in his Leather 'n Lace smock, stares back at the naked, 26 year old blonde standing before him. Grabbing him by the lapels, I pull him into the dressing room and shut the door, slamming him against it, then I drop to my knees and begin fumbling with his belt buckle. "And just what--" In one fell swoop, I pull his pants and underwear down. "--do your 'regulations' say about getting blowjobs from customers?" His cock springs out at me--not very thick, but a good seven inches. I tentatively lick the drop of precum from the tip of his prick, as I wait for his answer. He's now beet-red and I can see him trembling. "Um... they say... not to..." "Oh." Smiling naughtily up at him. "Shall I stop, then?" "No..." Good enough for me. Without hesitation, I wrap my lips around his hard cock, feeling that little thrill I always feel when I'm in the act of disobeying some rule or breaking some law. Hmmmm, the age of consent is 18 in this state, pity, pity, pity. Now reaching back to stroke his balls as his member disappears inch by inch into my mouth... then back out, and swirling my tongue around the tip. "Mmmmmmm," I moan as I suck him back in, taking his prick nearly to my throat before settling down and slurping noisily on his cockhead. "Oh, wow... oh man this is great... wow..." I'm getting rave reviews from above. I momentarily pull him out of my mouth with a loud, wet slurp, leaving a string of saliva from his dick to my lips. "Is this your first time, honey?" "Yeah... well, I mean, um, Erica... that's my girlfriend," he explains, a twinge of guilt crossing his face, "...Erica, she let me play with her, um, her boobs once, but." "But she never sucked your cock?" I give his shaft a few lollipop licks, then take him back in my mouth. "Um, ahhhhhh, no..." Popping him out of my mouth again. "Well, mmmmmm Erica doesn't know what she's missing, now, does she?" I grin. "You can play with my boobs too, if it'll make you feel more at home." He obliges me, leaning down to grab two handfuls of tit. My mouth descends on the side of his cock, kissing and playing it like a flute. Working my way down the shaft to his balls, and sucking them into my mouth one at a time. Then giving his sac a nice tongue bath as his hands explore my breasts. Slowly, inexorably, my tongue covers every square inch of his balls, then returns to his shaft, teasing him even more. I can tell that he's ready to shoot his jism, and I know he'll go off as soon as I slip his cockhead back into my mouth, so I take my time licking up and down his throbbing cock shaft. "Oh ma'am.... please..." One more thing. "The camera?" I gesture at the full-length mirror. "Uhhhhhh, it's ok... I uhhhhhh shut it off before I... ummmmm... came out." Perfect. I could just kiss him. In fact. I lead him to the dressing room bench and sit him down. Then I sit on his lap, facing him, my pussy rubbing lightly against his throbbing cock. For the first time, I notice his name tag. "'Mitch'... mmmmm that's a nice name. I'm Terri..." "Ahhhhhhhh, pleased to...ummmm, meet you, Terri..." "Likewise," I gasp as his cock finds its way into my dripping pussy. "Mmmmmmm just lean back and relax, Mitch... enjoy the ride..." His first "ride"... the very thought of stealing Mitch's innocence sends spasms through my cunt. Quickly picking up speed, I note that my young lover's eyes are glued to my 36-D boobs, which are bouncing furiously up and down in tune with the intense fucking I'm giving him. "Yeah... watch 'em bounce for you, that's how good you're FUCKING me, mmmmm..." I rub my clit as I impale my cunt on his shaft. "Oh MMMMMMM so FUCKING good... ohhhhhh fuck, Erica doesn't know *what* she's missing." "Ohhhhhhhh god..." With a grunt, Mitch buries his cock deep inside my cunt as he begins spurting his hot jism. As my pussy gets filled with his sperm, the pulsing from deep within boils over, and I'm barely able to hold my screams in as I cum with him... Then we're in each other's arms, embracing as we slowly come down from the peak we're on. "Wow," he struggles to catch his breath. "That was great." "Mmmmmm thank you..." I kiss him softly on the lips. "You'd better get dressed, and get back to work." He dresses quickly, stopping twice to play with my breasts. Cute boy. I smile after him as he hurries off to tell his friends a story which they will never believe. A fairly good-looking, large-busted slender blonde pulled him into a dressing room, then proceeded to suck and fuck his brains out. Yeah, right. Still naked, well-fucked and content, I sit down and relax for a few minutes. Then I set about gathering up my clothes. Hmmmm, I never did get to try on the third outfit. Oh well, plenty of time for that later, I muse as I fold it up and stuff it in my handbag along with the others. Then I finish dressing. Finally, applying a fresh coat of lipstick, I walk over to the mirror and plant a kiss on it, leaving a little reminder for my newfound friend when he turns the security camera back on. Knowing that he'll immediately think of my lips, and the time they were wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock... That accomplished, I exit the store without incident, and am off to plan my next job.... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 15