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Archive name: burglr.txt (MF, seduction)
Authors name: Terri Madison (terri_madison@hotmail.com)
Story title : Confessions of a Cat Burglar

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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....

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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!
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