Thread: The Burglar

The burglar stood in the shadows between the street lights, still as a statute, watching the house. The householder had switched off the last of the lights, but he still waited, giving her time to fall asleep. For the hundredth time he checked the bag at his feet, seeking reassurance through its presence with the tools of his trade that his skills had not deserted him during his five years in prison. He needed to be sure before he could feel truly free. Still he waited until he judged the time was right. Then he flitted across the road. The front door looked solid and secure, well lit too, so he moved to the back of the house. His hands found what he needed from his bag in the dark and instantly he was back into his old routine. A suction pad attached to the pane, a quick circle with the glass cutter, and a sharp tap. He reached into the room and freed the catch, easing up the window just enough to climb inside. He passed through the sitting room, noting the items that he might take. The ring lying on the table, the new television, a credit card bill containing personal details sticking out of a drawer. He paused in the hallway, but all he could hear was rhythmic breathing from upstairs. Again he checked his kit. He wouldnt need the whole bag, just the few items necessary. He laid them on the bottom stair and stripped off his clothes. For the first time in five years he felt safe naked. One of the first lessons he had learnt in prison was that being a muscular well-hung black guy was not always an advantage. He stretched in the cool night air, letting the smell of the prison ooze from his pores. Slowly, one careful step at a time, he mounted the stairs and crossed the landing. Pausing outside the bedroom, he allowed his eyes to adjust to the gloom. He would need to act quickly, before the householder was aware of what was happening. Again, he found that his old skill had not deserted him. A strip of tape across her mouth stifled her screams of surprise, two quick clicks and she was handcuffed to the bed, her arms spread wide. This was the moment of truth, the moment he had wondered about as he thought of his eventual release, lying on his bed in his dark cell. How would he react when, after five years, he found himself with a woman again? Had he retained his powers and skills like riding a bike or driving a car? Or would he be so overwhelmed by taking a woman that he wouldnt be able to control himself? Or perhaps after the brutal regime he had encountered, he would not be able to function at all. To his relief, as he dodged her flailing feet and pushed her thighs wide, he found his cock stiffening. And as he forced his way inside her, he quickly settled into his old routine. Riding hard and with her bucking beneath him, he relished the sensations of her warm juices around his cock and the feel of her soft delicate flesh under his palms as he grabbed at her tits and ass. He tried to prolong his pleasure, but soon had to surrender to the urgent need of his balls to dump their load. No worries, he had the rest of the night ahead of him. Rising onto his knees, he ripped away the tape from the womans mouth. She choked and cursed him. Wayne! I wasnt expecting you until tomorrow. Why didnt you just ring the doorbell? He leant across her and released the cuffs, freeing her hands so that his wife could hold him and sooth away the memories of their time apart.