The interesting thing about being a sneak thief is that you never know what's going to happen next. Sometimes it can be bad, sometimes it can be ultra cool. And if you want to know about the best, the best of the best, let me tell you about a house that Guppy and me broke into a few weeks ago.

Middle of the afternoon, a prosperous street, no cars outside the place, probably nobody home, great. We came in over the back fence, cut out some glass from the kitchen door, reached in and opened it, tiptoed inside. And then we heard giggles and gasps coming from the front room.

Guppy raised an eyebrow, like he's asking me if we should get out, but I shook my head. Whoever was in there, it sounded to me like they were too busy to have heard us come in. What I was sure I was hearing was a couple getting set to start screwing each other, hot and heavy, and I wanted to see the action. Because at that time of day the husband wasn't likely to be home, which meant there was an excellent chance that the lady of the house was entertaining herself with somebody other than her lawfully wedded spouse. Which might mean we can find out something here to our advantage. Blackmail pays as well as burglary and if it's a woman you're blackmailing, it can be a lot more fun. So, I sneaked up to the front room door, found it halfway open and took a careful peek around it. And what was transpiring in that respectable room had me grabbing for my meat in seconds.

It certainly was a couple, and yeah, they were half naked and sprawled on top of the couch, kissing and pawing at each other, with one of them using a massager on the other. But what had my eyes bugging way out was that it was a pair of women with the hots for each other. I signalled Guppy to take a look and his jaw dropped open at the sight. He gaped at the action for a second or two, then turned his head to me. I drew out the pistol from my pocket. It's not a real one but it sure as hell looks like one and that's good enough for me. Either I frighten them or I start running. And I was betting I could sure frighten these two love birds.

I charged in like Bruce Willis, slapped one of the woman on the shoulder, she looked around and found herself staring into the pistol barrel, her face went white. Blonde, nice to look at up close, and terrified.

"Off the couch, lie down on the floor, on your stomach, or I'll blow a hole right through you."

The blonde did as she was told, and left on the couch was a lovely little plump brunette wearing nothing but a blue shirt and a pair of 'fuck me' high heels. The brunette moved her hand towards her cunt and I put the business end of the pistol against it. I told her to get down on the floor alongside her friend, butt up, or I'd shove the muzzle inside her and pull the trigger. She squeaked in fear and slipped down off the couch and onto the carpet, putting a lovely rounded ass on display in the movement. Guppy tapped my arm and pointed to an open suitcase next to the couch. Inside it are all kinds of sex aids, dildos and whatever. But what interested me most were two masks and a bondage strap.

I grabbed one of the masks, put it on the brunette, then the other one on the blonde, and told them to roll over on their backs. It was as easy as that, they couldn't move fast enough for me. Then I tied the middle of the strap to a table leg, used one end to tie the blonde's left ankle to the brunette's right ankle and then put the other end around the blonde's other ankle.

And that was it, we'd been inside the place about a minute and we've got two mostly naked woman tied down and stretched out at the carpet at our feet and I don't know who was more surprised, me and Guppy or these two great pieces of snatch.

"Please . . . please don't hurt us," The blonde whispered.

I put my fingers to my lips to tell Guppy to keep quiet, then got down and began unbuttoning the blonde's shirt, which was all she was wearing, just like her very special friend. As I undid the buttons the blonde reached up and pulled the shirt apart to show me her tits. A co-operative prisoner. It all seemed like some kind of fantastic hot dream, even as I was leaning over to give both of her points a sharp bite and to see them perk up again. The blonde gasped as she felt my teeth on her nipples.

"Please, don't hurt us," the brunette whispered.

Guppy kicked the brunette on the ankle and she yelped in pain. The blonde gasped again, louder this time, and wriggled around on her back, showing off everything she had. Maybe men weren't usually her bag but it looked as if she was ready to make an exception under the circumstances. The circumstances being that it was better to have a cock aimed at her than a cocked pistol.

I stood up and began stripping. Guppy snorted with laughter and pointed at the women. Both of them had their mouths open and their lips were running around their lips. They could hear my clothes falling on the floor and they both know what they were going to have to do next; they weren't even waiting for the word of command.

"OK, ladies, what's your names?" I asked them. "You, the blonde, what's yours?"

"Annette, please sir," she answered and Guppy slapped his hands together over his head like he's scored a winning basket because of Annette's obvious submission to us. Both of the women flinched at the sound of his palms hitting together, each of them probably thinking the other one had just been slapped.

I pressed the bottom of my foot down between the brunette's opened legs, crushing her neatly trimmed little beard: "What's the matter, cat got your fucking tongue?" I asked her. "Or did you wear it out licking Annette's cunt?"

"No sir, no sir," she answered quickly. "My name's Shelley."

"OK, Shelley. You like licking girlies' honeypots, hey? How about licking my cock, do you want to do that for me?"

"Yes, please, sir, I'd like that very much."

END OF PART ONE

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