Tie Me Up & Make Me Blow You - Chapter 6

Chapter 6
 
"Touché," he said looking at her again as if he was considering her proposition. "Nah, you just want me to cum so you can get my DNA and give the evidence to the police. Then, I'll be convicted for rape instead of burglary. Is that it?"

"No, no, really, I just want my pearls. You can take everything else including me. The pearls have special meaning to me. Please."

"Why?"

"It's personal."

He gave her a long look looking from her shapely ankles to her beautiful face.

"If I return your pearls and keep everything else that I've stolen, I can touch you anywhere and everywhere?"

He looked from her pretty face to her breasts to her panties and to her shapely legs and back to her face again.

"Yes and more than that, wouldn't you want to touch a woman who wants to be touched, a woman who is a willing sexual partner and a woman who wants to touch you, too?"

"So, let me get this straight, I can undress you?"

"Yes, you may undress me."

"I can strip you naked if I so desire?"

"Yes, of course you can strip me naked, silly. You can remove any and all my clothes slow and easy, one piece at a time, while you touch, kiss, and caress me or you can remove all my clothes rough and fast while you slap me, pull my hair, and force me to do whatever it is you want me to do. It all depends on what you prefer to do with me. It all depends on you. This is your fantasy not mine. This is my gift to you for the return of my pearls."

"So, what you're saying to me is that I have your permission to fuck and suck you, so long as I don't take your pearls."

"Yes, you can do whatever, so long as you don't hurt me and so long as you leave my pearls behind. If fucking and sucking is what you want, you may do that. Only, I'd prefer if you'd get me off first. I'd prefer you'd go down on me before I went down on you. I'd like to have a little fun, too," she said with a sexy laugh. "I like for you to eat my pussy first. As well as I love giving oral, I like having oral done on me, too."

"I'm not forcing you to do anything that you don't want me to do. Right?"

"No, you are not forcing me to do anything that I don't want to willingly do."

"And you'll blow me after I eat you and give you an orgasm?"

"Yes, haven't I said that already? I will suck your cock." In the way that she said, "I will suck your cock," would make anyone who heard those words not only believe that she really would suck their cock but also to want to be the recipient of one of her blowjobs. "I will give you a blowjob like you have never experienced before, so long as you leave me my pearls when you go. I will make you a sexually satisfied and very happy man."

"I can cum in your mouth? And you'll swallow?"

"Yes, I don't spit. I'm a lady. Besides, I haven't had my protein today," she said slowly licking her lips around with her tongue. "Matter of fact, not only can you cum in my mouth but also you can give me a cum bath, too, if you so desire. I love it when a man explodes his cum all over my face after shooting some of it in my mouth. It tells me that I've done my job and have excited him beyond his control."

"You won't play any games and drip some of my cum on your clothes for the police to analyze later."

"My clothes? What clothes? You're no Bill Clinton and I'm no Monica Lewinski. You can strip me naked, tear the clothes from my body, and cut off my bra and panty off, if you'd like. Besides, I told you that it's your choice. I'll swallow all your cum or I'll swallow some and you can give me a cum bath with the rest. It's your decision. It's up to you how you use and abuse me. This is your opportunity to explore your wildest fantasy through me. I'm a willing and ready participant. "

"I'd rather cum in your mouth have you swallow it all than give you a cum bath. I wouldn't want to leave any evidence of me on the sheets to be analyzed later in the police lab. Yeah, I'd like that.. I'd prefer cumming in your mouth and you swallowing it all."

"Me, too," she said under her breath and too low for him to hear.

"What about your husband? Where is he? You said he'd be here any minute."

"I lied. My, my, if you analyze and question your burglaries as much as you do free sex, I'm surprised you rob anyone."

"You lied? Then, you could be lying now. How do I know you're not lying now? How do I know you're not setting me up and instead of being caught and charged with just burglary, I'll be charged with rape, too?"

"You don't know. How do I know you'll leave me my pearls after you've had your way with me, after you've fucked and sucked me, and after you've cum in my mouth? We just have to trust one another," she said smiling and batting her eyelashes at him.

"I don't trust anyone, Kathy. You must realize that I don't trust you; especially at this point in time with you're tied to your bed and willing to do anything to get your pearls back. I find it difficult to believe that someone who looks like you is so ready for me to have my way with her. I think you'd tell me anything to save your precious pearls. And I do analyze all my jobs to great detail before taking the risk."

"Well, you screwed up on this one, didn't you?"

"I watched you leave. How was I to know you'd return home?"

There was another uncomfortable silence before Kathy broke it.

"My husband is on his way to the airport for another one of his business trips," she said suddenly looking sad and appearing lonely. "He's always traveling somewhere on the spur of the moment. I don't remember where this time. He doesn't always tell me since..." Her voice drifted off and she looked away. She looked as if she was about to cry.

"Since what?"

"Since he cheated on me and had a long-term affair with his slut of a secretary," she said with an angry tone to her voice that he had not heard from her before, "And since we signed a legal agreement not to exchange fluids with anyone else."

"Legal agreement? What kind of legal agreement?"

"He forced me to sign that if I cheat on him, he'll divorce me and I get nothing, not even the custody of my son.. If he cheats on me, well, I'll be set for the rest of my life and I'll be free without him. I'll get this house and get to keep my car, my jewels, and half of our stock portfolio."

"I think you'd get much of that anyway being his wife. He just can't kick you out on the street. You'd have to attempt to murder him for him not to give you anything. Even, then, he'd be forced under Massachusetts law to give you something."

"I agree and yes the agreement can be contested in court, but without a settlement, I'm not able to fight the legality of the document in court. I won't have the money for legal representation. He can, of course. He has the money, the power, and the influence to drag this through the courts for years with legal appeals. He'll have the services of an entire law firm to fight me for all that I deserve after 24 years of faithful marriage."

"I'm sorry that your husband is such a bastard, but there are divorce attorneys who will gladly take your case and defer payment until after they receive a settlement on your behalf." There was an uncomfortable moment where no one spoke. Then, he did. "Fluids? By fluids, you mean cum?"

"Yes."

"Then, what about this? What about me going down on you? What about me cumming in your mouth? What about you swallowing my cum? And what about me giving you a cum bath? Isn't that exchanging fluids?"

"Yes, it is, of course, and all that I suggested we do is exchanging fluids, but this is different. You're forcing me, supposedly against my will, to do all that," she said feebly struggling against her ties. "You've already tied me up to my bed. Remember? So long as you leave me like this when you go, there's no problem."

"For some reason, I believe you. Just as for some reason I feel sorry for you. I'd hate to be in such an empty marriage as your marriage apparently is."

"Please don't pity me. This was my choice. I married him for the money. I knew what I was getting into when I said I do. Only, I didn't know he'd cheat on me. I didn't know he'd cheat with a younger woman, someone half my age and someone who I was unable to complete with because of her age. She could have been his daughter for God's sakes. He's such a pig. Besides, I had my fun before I was marriage to him. I've experienced plenty of men before deciding to give and devote myself to only one man, my husband."

There was another uncomfortable moment of silence where they both looked at one another. Then, she broke the silence this time.

"Do you like games," she said giving him her most seductive look that would make any man's knees weak.

"It depends on the game," he said turning to her and turning away from the doorway. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well," she said, "I like playing games where I pretend I'm someone else."

She looked at him and smiled. She was so very beautiful and even so much more beautiful when she smiled. No man could resist her charms when she directed her smile at them and especially now where she was so exposed with her legs spread wide open while her limps were tied to the bed posts with her silk scarves.

"That sounds like fun, I guess. Only, I like myself. I don't need to pretend to be anyone else," he said making eye contact with her. "Is the reason why you pretend to be another because you don't like yourself?"

"Oh, I like myself plenty. Trust me, I'm my biggest fan. Only, over the past twenty-four years, I don't like who I have become because of the way my husband treats me or more precisely, ignores me."

"I see. Then, other than the character you play in these sexual games, which would you like to be," he said falling for her hook, line, and sinker.

"The question more appropriately is who would you like me to be? I can become anyone you desire."

She waited for him to respond and when he didn't she continued.

"I could be your school teacher who you have fantasized about since your freshman year in college some twenty-five years ago. You could call me by her name and I could dress in a navy blue skirt and a white cotton blouse that buttons to my neck. I could even wear my garter belt and accidentally on purpose flash you my bright white, cotton panty while squatting down in front of you to tell you what a bad boy you have been. Then, I'd tell you that because of your bad and unruly behavior in class that I must pull down your pants and underwear, take you over my knee, and spank your naked ass with my ruler."

"Where do you come up with these things," he said with a chuckle. 

"Wouldn't you like to feel your exposed erection on the soft material of my navy blue skirt? Every time, I spanked you, your cock rubs against my skirt and against my leg until you explode your semen all over my skirt. Wouldn't you like your first year college teacher to see you naked below the waist and to spank your ass? Wouldn't you like your freshman college teacher to touch you inappropriately while pulling down your pants and while wiping the cum from your cock with a tissue? Then, later, wouldn't you like to be really bad and feel her breasts while you unbutton her white, cotton blouse? Wouldn't you like to force your college professor to have sex with you?"

"Sorry, I was home schooled."

"I can be that airline stewardess who smiled at you and who made eye contact with, but you didn't have the nerve to ask her for her telephone number, when the pilot suddenly emerged from the cockpit. I could ask you if you wanted me to fluff your pillow and while I leaned over you with my big, firm breasts so close to your body that they rubbed against your shoulder...turbulen ce. I fall in your lap and your hands are all over me touching my breasts and feeling my ass while the aircraft is tossed back and forth in the sky. Somehow, one of your roaming hands even makes its way up my skirt and in between my legs. You feel my pussy through my panties, accidentally on purpose, of course."

"You paint an erotic image." 

"Then, while I try and compose myself and while you try to help me up, there's more terrible turbulence and again your hands are everywhere taking inappropriate liberties with my body by feeling my breasts, my ass, and my pussy through my clothes. When I try and get up, I'm tossed hither and yon and my skirt gets caught on the mechanism of the tray table. Then, when the plane dives down and up again, the tray table lifts my skirt all the way to my waist. I struggle to get my skirt down, but it's stuck and I am stuck, too."

"Oh my, you are in quite the pickle."

"My panties are totally exposed to you. You help to release me, but must touch me to do that. You lift me up by my panty clad ass while your fingers find the soft, wet spot between my legs. Finally, I'm free to fluff down my skirt. I could even act embarrassed if that's what you'd like. I could even accidentally on purpose touch you and feel your cock with my hand, because of the terrible turbulence."

"You forget though that I don't mix business with pleasure. I would never be inappropriate with a stewardess, turbulence or not."

"I can be that sexy waitress who gave you an extra big slice of apple pie and who kept flirting with you every time she filled your coffee cup to the brim. I could pretend that I spilled a bit of coffee in your lap."

"I don't know about having hot coffee spilled in my lap."

"I could flash you my panties when I squatted down to wipe the coffee from the floor. Then, I could fall to my knees with my napkin while wiping the stain from the growing bulge in your pants, while you leer down my loose top at my bra and cleavage."

"I wondered why so many waitresses do that to me whenever I'm dining alone. Now, I know. Maybe, next time I'll take advantage of the situation," he said with a chuckle.

"While wiping the coffee from the big bulge that suddenly appears in your pants, my mouth is so very close to your cock. My mouth is so close that you imagine you can feel my warm breath on your cock through the thin material of your pants. I have a low cut peasant blouse that I can wear without a bra even, if that's what you want and if that's what will excite you from when you can see most of my tits, even my areolas down my blouse. While wiping you, my breasts that nearly spill out from the top move from side to side and up and down in sort of a tit rumba while you watch. Would you like that to be your special fantasy?"

"Sorry, but I don't eat pie, too many calories. I've been watching my weight," he said patting his flat stomach. "And I don't drink coffee, it keeps me awake."

"I have wigs of all colors in my dresser drawer and I can be that pretty blonde who you saw at the perfume counter at Christmas time while buying perfume for your wife or girlfriend or significant other. I can spray a bit of fragrance on my neck and down my cleavage and then lean over you for you to smell me while you leer down my unbuttoned top and down my low cut bra." She gave him a sexy smile. "I saw you staring at my tits. Is that what you like? Are you a breast man? Do you like tits? Do you like my tits?"

"I like tits and certainly, I like your tits from what I've seen of them with your clothes covering them."

"So, tell me, do you like looking down women's blouses or are you an up skirt man. I've seen you taking plenty of sneak peeks up my skirt and in between my legs at my sheer panty. I bet you'd like to see me naked. I bet you can't wait to see my trim pussy, to touch it, to rub my clit, to finger fuck me, and to suck and lick my wet pussy while reaching up to feel my big tits and fingering my nipples. I bet you'd like me to be your fantasy woman."

"I don't have a wife or a girlfriend or a significant other. Sorry, again, but I'm allergic to perfume." He gave her a knowing look and she returned his look. "No, I'm not gay if that's what you are suggesting with your look," he said with a laugh.

"I can be that cute foreign hotel maid who appeared that she would have made more than your bed when you traveled away on business and were horny and lonely. You can strip and dash in the shower while I pretend I'm making your bed or you can pretend you are sleeping naked on the bed with the covers kicked off your body. Then, when you come out of the bathroom naked, we can either act surprised or when you awaken from sleeping naked on top of the covers with a huge erection and you see me there in the room staring at your naked body we both can act embarrassed, " she said with a sexy smile.

"I've experienced plenty of those embarrassing situations already."

"I stare down at your erection and you offer me money, fifty dollars to give you a hand job. You are desperate for a sexual release. You are so horny and so hot for me. You reach out and feel my breast through my hotel uniform while unbuttoning my uniform. I watch you unbutton me. I act fearful, afraid to stop you. With deft fingers you flay open my uniform exposing my white bra and panty to your leering eyes. Then, you pull me by my wrist and place my hand on your cock. I wrap my fingers around your stiff prick and slowly stroke you. Your fingers quickly find my nipples through the material of my bra while your other hand feels my pussy through my panty.. You have hands like an octopus. You are incorrigible. You can't be denied, as you hump my hand with your cock."

"If this is your game to make me hot with all this dirty talk, you're succeeding," he said with a sexy smile of his own. "You are actually very good at it."

"I can even resist you in Spanish, French, German or Italian. Then, you offer me one hundred dollars to get down on my knees and blow you and you offer me two hundred dollars more to fuck you. I allow you to French kiss me. You reach between my legs and push my panty aside and violate me with your long, fat, stiff fingers. Then, you move my hand, the one that you put around your cock, and make me stroke you faster, before pushing down on my shoulders and pushing me to my knees. You pull my hair forcing me to open my mouth and when I do, you impale me with your stiff prick."

"Sorry, but I don't do prostitution. There's too much free sex out there to have to pay for any of it from anyone. I'd have to be pretty desperate to offer someone money to take care of my sexual needs. Furthermore, again, I don't mix business with pleasure."

"I can be that sexy redhead you see on the street that catches your eye as you are running for a taxi. Taxi! Taxi! We can share a cab, just like that movie with Angie Dickerson, Dressed To Kill, where a stranger removes her panty in the back seat of a cab and she has sex with him. You can act like the animal that you've always wanted to be while touching me everywhere. Then when the cab driver positions his mirror to watch the action going on in the back of his cab, you quickly undress me and expose my naked body, my tits, my ass, and my pussy to him before you push me down between your legs. You put a hand behind my redhead and push me forward. Now, I'm on my knees on the floor of the cab sucking your cock as you fondle my tits. Don't you see? I can be whoever you want me to be, it's all up to you who you want me to be and what you want me to do."

She was so damn sexy to begin with and when she was aroused from being tied to the bed with her skirt hiked up to just below her panties, she was a vision to behold. She looked hot and she looked ready to be fucked and to fuck. Moreover, she wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to stick his prick in her pussy and in her mouth. She wanted him to cum in her mouth and she wanted to swallow all that he had, so long as when he left, he'd abide by his gentleman's agreement and leave her precious pearls behind. 

It was obvious to anyone who had any sexual experience with women that this woman would be a real animal in bed. It was obvious that she wanted it and she wanted him. It was obvious by her non-stop suggestive monologue that she liked talking dirty and that her dirty talk was exciting her as much if not more, than it was exciting him.
 
In the next chapter the burglar confesses his sexual fantasy.