J. Forte
The Sex Thief

Introduction

… and allowed him freedom from worry about repercussions-lawful or otherwise. He smiled to himself as he sipped his dry white wine… Patricia has excellent taste, he thought, and wondered how she would react to his tastes.

He reviewed his knowledge of her: Patricia Walters, age 25, height 5'6", blond hair, fair complexion, weight 124 pounds; occupation: secretary-girl Friday for one A.T. Davies, Executive Vice President, Lansco Corporation: Bank: California National-savings, checking; marital status: single; sexual preferences: male, male-female. No current sexual involvements.

The headlights of an automobile splashed across the driveway of the modest home and the man watched through the window as the woman parked, stepped out of her car and reached back for her purse. He smiled again as she locked the door carefully, then turned and walked briskly up the narrow walk to the front door. He heard her fumbling with the security lock on the mail box and he set the glass of wine aside and stood to close the drapes quietly as she inserted her key into the lock of the front door. He walked leisurely to the alcove entrance of the home, stood beside the ornamental room separator and waited. A diffused light splashed into the narrow hallway as the woman opened the door and reached for the light switch beside the door.

"Damn!" she swore softly as she touched the switch and the light failed to come on. The man heard her sigh heavily as she set her purse on the low table near the door, then closed it with a slam.

As Pat walked toward the kitchen of her home to check the light panel, she was startled as someone stepped behind her, twisted an arm behind her back and closed a gloved hand over her mouth. Fear struck suddenly as she realized what was happening, and she struggled ineffectually against the man's greater strength.

"Don't resist, Pat…" he told her calmly.

As she ceased struggling, Pat felt the hand move from her mouth to her throat and a second pang of fear coursed through her trembling young body-but no pressure was applied. She swallowed thickly and asked in a choked voice, "Wha… what do you want?"

"Your cooperation," he replied simply, and twisted her other arm to the small of her back. With a practiced ease, he took two turns with a thin nylon cord and bound her wrists together.

"Please… please don't hurt me!" she begged as she felt something being placed over her eyes and struggled briefly, as the dim light inside her hallway was cut off; she found herself in total darkness.

"It's just a sleep mask," he told her as he adjusted the elastic band that held the mask in place. "Don't try to remove it and you have my word-you will not be harmed."

"I… I have a little money…" she offered weakly as she sensed him move in front of her. "My purse… the dresser, I…"

Pat gasped as the man's mouth closed over hers warmly and she tried to pull away as his body pressed to hers. She felt his hands on her arms; then they moved to her waist as his tongue probed her mouth and she tried to twist her bead away. He took hold of the back of her head with one hand and held her firmly as she realized the futility of her struggle.

She forced herself to relax as he kissed her and, as his tongue entered her mouth, her breath came in tagged bursts.

Pat was suddenly outraged as his free band roamed from her waist to her hip, then moved slowly to cup the cheek of her ass. As his gloved hand massaged her gently, a new fear washed over her as she realized: he doesn't want my money!

"What… what are you going to do with me?" she said in a very small voice as his lips left hers.

"I am going to make your fantasies a reality, Pat and I'm going to pleasure you as you've never been pleasured before…"

"Oh, God!" she gasped, "You… you're a sex fiend!" and she felt her body shake uncontrollably as a low laugh came to her from the darkness.

"Not a sex fiend, Pat… a sex thief." He kissed her again lightly and remarked, "You see, I am a very special kind of burglar-I never take anything you would miss, and I always give as much as I receive?"

Thoughts of the Boston Strangler and a half dozen other reported sex criminals came to Pat as she listened to his cairn voice and a new fear crept into her being as she realized she was totally in his power.

There was nothing she could do to stop him and thoughts of help drew a blank-it was Friday evening; she was expecting no one, and her weekend was clear of any obligations.

"Please… " she whimpered, "please don't hurt me!"

The man took hold of her arm and led her into the comfortably furnished living room of the home. He picked up the glass of wine from the table, drained it and set it down again, then he began to undress slowly. It was these moments he savored-those before the initial contact, and the knowledge that he was going to have his will with this beautiful young woman stirred the old fire in his body as he removed his gloves and his windbreaker and pulled his sweater over his head. He glanced toward the glass doors of the patio where he had entered the home-a dim light came in and it was just enough for him to see the woman standing before him as he sat to remove his shoes and socks.

Pat heard a zipper as it was drawn down and her heart beat heavily in her breast She considered screaming-but only momentarily, for her home was separated from the neighboring house on one side by the attached garage, while on the other side, a high hedge ran between the neighbor's garage and her dwelling. There would be no help, she decided-and what was to happen, would happen. But why her? What had she done to deserve this? The questions came to mind and went unanswered as Pat heard the man stand and his bands touched her body.

The man reached out and began to unbutton the sheer blouse Pat was wearing; and as his fingers touched her, she tried to move backwards. "Don't resist!" he told her sharply and pulled her forward again. As he pulled the waist of the garment from her short skirt, he sucked in his breath as her brassiere was exposed. He slipped the blouse over her naked shoulders and fumbled behind her back for the catch on the under-garment. As he freed it, he took hold of the thin straps that ran across her shoulders and he snapped them easily.

"Oh… " Pat whimpered as she felt her brassiere being removed and a rush of cool air caused her to chill slightly. Then she felt hands at her waist and as the wide belt was unbuckled, she felt both skirt and belt fall in a heap around her feet.

Kneeling, the man raised first one foot and then the other as he removed the skirt from about her feet. He looked up at the dark patch beneath the woman's pantyhose and he ran his hands up the backs of her full thighs and pulled her to him. As he nuzzled the nylon-covered nest between her legs, he inhaled deeply and felt his prick twitch as it lay against his naked leg. Slowly, he drew down the pantyhose, pulled off her low pumps, then the last garment, and gazed up at her lovely, naked body as she stood trembling before him in the dim light of her living room. He kissed her knees and ran his hands from her thighs to her calves as the heat rose in his body; then he cupped her full ass cheeks in both hands and nuzzled her crotch with his cheek. He heard her low whimper as he forced her legs apart and kissed the soft flesh of her belly an inch above her pubic mound. He found the button depression of her navel and kissed it wetly, insinuating his tongue, then tracing patterns on her bare flesh with its wetness. Again she whimpered is be moved lower and lower; and as his mouth closed over the full, pouting ups of her pussy she gasped loudly.

Pat felt his mouth and hands on her shaking body-audit was hardly what she had expected. He was as gentle as any lover she had ever enjoyed and a strange perversity overcame her as she felt his tongue probe her belly button, then move lower as his hands rubbed the cheeks of her ass gently. She was becoming aroused and she knew it-she fought the feeling as it grew and she cursed herself silently for responding to his sensual caresses. Then his mouth closed over her cunt and she gasped. She did not move, did not breathe as she waited for what she knew was coming. And as his tongue probed forward, separated the soft folds of her pussy, she shuddered involuntarily and a low moan escaped her lips.

"Ohhhhh. Oh, God… " she moaned,

The man smiled inwardly as he felt the woman responding and he found the small nub of-flesh in the folds near the top of her cunt and sucked it into his mouth to nibble it gently with his lips. As he extended the tongue then and lapped her lewdly exposed pussy, he felt an imperceptible movement in her lush hips and he opened his mouth fully to suck in the wet folds of her pussy lips. He tongued her gently and pulled her to him as she began to respond, and as he heard her breath come sharply, he stopped and sat back away from her. He looked up and she was still arched as he had pulled her. Smiling, he stood and took hold of his stiff prick to rub it against her hip; then he nudged it into the wet deft of her pussy and continued around her body, touching her with nothing but the throbbing head of his cock. As he rubbed it gently over the twin mounds of her soft ass, the woman moaned again and pushed back against him. He shoved his prick between her legs and reached around to cup her tits.

"This… this is insane…" she told him breathlessly, and squirmed against his warm body as his prick was trapped between the cheeks of her ass and rubbed the bottom of her pussy.

"Is it?" he questioned, and kissed her naked shoulder, then moved his mouth to the nape of her neck. As he brushed her short hair aside and kissed her there, she shivered strongly and ground her ass against his thrusting prick. She felt the palms of his hands as they moved in small circles over her erect nipples; then they paused to squeeze her tightly before moving down her body, over the smooth plane of her stomach, and above her pubic mound. She pressed even harder against him as she felt the finger of his right hand part the folds of her pussy lips and begin a slow stroking motion.

Pat felt the tingling sensation in her loins and she knew it was the prelude to orgasm. The man's finger stroked her erect cut as she squirmed against him and she could feel the throbbing of his huge prick as it nested in the moist folds of her pussy. "Ohhh… Ohhh, no… I'm m… " she whimpered, and bit her lip to keep from saying the words.

Slipping a finger into her cunt and hunching forward, the man asked her, "You're what? Tell me tell me!" he breathed softly into her ear and licked her neck wetly.

"Nooo… this can't be happening… I… Oh, God! Jesus, God! Forgive me! I'm… I'm coming!" she cried out and her body shuddered as the first wave of her orgasm broke over her writhing body.

The man shoved two fingers into her quivering cunt and pressed upwards with his prick. The swollen head was enveloped by the soft wetness of her pussy as she discharged her juices and gasped for breath, then cried out again.

"Ughhhhnnu… Ughhhhnnn… yes! Yessss… fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee!" And she sagged in his arms as her legs refused to hold her. The crescendo of sensation washed over her quivering flesh like a giant wave and left her gasping for breath as she felt his fingers dig into her sopping cunt and his hand squeeze her aching tit. Her head reeled as she felt him withdraw his fingers, then raise them to her lips to force them into her mouth.

"Lick them…" he told her huskily.

Without thinking, Pat took one finger after the other into her mouth and she tasted the-bittersweet juices of her own cunt as his other arm went about her waist to support her. As she licked out with her tongue, Pat was awed by the seeming swiftness with which the orgasm had taken her-one moment, she was in fear for her life, the next she was writhing in her unknown assailant's arms, begging him to fuck her! My God, she thought, if he can do that with his fingers…

And the thought was left hanging as Pat felt herself lowered to the floor. She sat on her knees and swallowed thickly as she felt his hands on her face then his mouth on hers as that hotly probing tongue came again. As their lips parted, she heard him whisper, "I'm going to put my prick in your mouth, Pat… I want you to let me fuck your mouth… I want to shoot my come into your throat… I want you to taste me…"

And as the obscene words droned on, Pat felt herself being aroused again-the thought of being forced to suck a man's prick was something new to her, but as he kissed her again it was not necessary for him to force his tongue between her lips-she took it willingly and responded to his kiss and sucked his tongue deeply into her mouth.

The man looked down at her and smiled; in the dim light, she looked like some vestal virgin awaiting sacrifice. Her hands bound behind her caused her full breasts to jut outward, the nipples slightly upswept and turgid. He cupped her face fully with both his hands and moved forward slightly until the glistening head of his swollen prick touched her lips. He felt a thrill go through his body as his captive opened her mouth slightly and licked out with her soft, wet tongue.

"Yes…" he told her, "lick it good, Pat… lick it all over!"

Pat felt the tactile surface of his prick as she laved it wetly, and a thrill went through her as she envisioned it standing straight out from his hairy loins. She longed to take it in her hands, to feel the pulse of it, to love it, caress it-to feel it deep inside her. She swallowed again, licked her lips, then ran her mouth over the entire, throbbing length.

Taking hold of his huge prick in his left hand, the man shoved forward slightly with his hips and saw the head disappear into the woman's hotly sucking mouth. He watched as she took more and more of it in and he could feel the roof of her mouth, her tongue on the bottom; and finally the swollen head nudged the back of her throat. He withdrew slightly, then took hold of her head with both hands and told her, "Breathe through your nose, Pat… " and he shoved forward brutally to bury his aching cock in her throat.

Pat gagged and tried to pull back, but she could not-and for an instant she experienced the panic that comes with choking. Then, somehow, she relaxed and she felt the head of his pulsing prick slide even further into her constricted throat. But there was no gagging, no sensation of choking-just the purely sensual pleasure of having her mouth and throat filled with the man's prick. She squirmed, at his feet and as he pulled back slightly she swirled her tongue along the fiat underside of his cock.

"That's it… relax and suck me off… suck me deep… lick my prick!" he told her huskily as she began sucking him again and taking the length of hi amp; cock into her-throat without his shoving it.

He held her face tenderly as he stroked back and forth, in and out of her hotly sucking mouth. Her lips were ovaled obscenely and as he withdrew his cock nearly to its head, her cheeks sucked inward and she fought to take it in again, deeply. He stood like that for what seemed an eternity, his prick sliding into her throat, then withdrawing to the head, while, on her haunches, the woman squirmed uncomfortably, alive with desire Then he felt his juices rising The sensation caused his knees to tremble and as the feeling washed upwards from the back of his legs to his stomach, he began fucking her mouth faster and deeper, his balls swinging free and slapping her obscenely on the chin. He tensed and held her then, his prick buried in her throat as the first contraction wrenched his body and his prick swelled to erupt in great-gushing spurts. The woman swallowed, the muscles of her throat constricting and sending great waves-of pleasure coursing through his spasming body. Pulling out until only the head remained, he felt her swallow time and time again as though she was afraid she would lose a precious drop of his hot come as he gushed into her sucking mouth.

Pat felt him coming and she nearly choked as the first glob of sticky come gushed into her throat. She swallowed frantically and felt her throat filled to overruning; then he pulled back and as the successive -spurts burst forth she was able to taste the faintly acrid fluid as it filled her mouth, washed over her tongue and down her throat. She shivered as she felt a final contraction; and as the man pulled his hips back, she felt a great emptiness overcome her as his still-stiff prick was pulled from her mouth.

The man lifted her to her feet and kissed her fully on her wet mouth. His tongue probed the depths where his prick had heated the flesh through friction, and Pat thrilled as their tongue touched intimately and his hands cupped her ass cheeks fully.

Then she was twisted, turned, and she felt herself bent forward over the back of a low chair. A sudden panic came to her, but it too passed, as had her previous panic, and she felt him spread her legs lewdly and press his face between the cheeks of her ass to lick her wetly with his hot tongue.

Kneeling behind her, the man looked at the tightly puckered flesh of her ass-hole. In the dim light it appeared much darker than the surrounding flesh and a light growth of hair grew about the fringes. He kissed her wetly, then dragged his tongue from the bottom of her pussy upwards and forced the tip of his tongue into the tightly clasping orifice. He felt her shudder, and as he leaned back he noticed that she was breathing heavily.

Standing, the man took hold of his prick and milked it once. A drop of semen appeared on the glans and as it threatened to fall, he moved forward and smeared the mucus over her exposed ass-hole.

"Oh…" she gasped as the felt his prick where no other had ever been.

"Oh, yes…" he said huskily, and wormed the head of his prick into her tightly clasping дsshole, "I'm going to hick you there, Pat… I'm going to fuck you in the ass!" and he took hold of her hips firmly and shaved forward.

"Ughhhhn!" she murmured, "God, no! Don't… please-don't… Don't fuck me there!"

He laughed as he felt his prick intrude into her nether hole and her body stiffened under his thrust. Then the second sphincter opened and he shoved forward brutally to bury his prick deeply in her hot ass-hole. As he reached forward to take hold of her heaving tits, he told her, "And this is just the beginning, dear Patricia… we have until Monday morning… and I'm going to do things to you that you have never dreamed of!"

Pat felt her rectum filled and she bit her lip as the pain subsided and he withdrew his prick slightly. His words frightened her at first; then, as he began to stroke her gently again and again, her body began to respond, and she realized that it was not fear she felt-but excitement! His words echoed in her brain… do things to you that you've never dreamed of… and deep inside her helpless body, Pat knew if he were to release her bonds at that very moment, she would welcome the things he was going to do to her welcome them!