B&E

[911] send… “9-11, what’s your emergency?” “Yeah, I think somebody’s breaking into my house?”

“Are you still at…” The voice on the line paused, so I could hear her nails, tapping on a keyboard. “Cedar Grove Apartments?”

I lowered my voice. ‘yeah.’ I’d been meaning to move out, maybe get a room mate, or someplace I could have a dog, but then the whole lockdown thing ruined those plans for like a year.

“Stay on the line, officers are on the way.” I heard him out in the hallway, and the door to the bathroom. Before the handle started shaking, and I could even see the lock button sticking out in the light of the phone.

“Huh!” I put my phone down, and pulled the sheet up over the screen. “Don’t hurt me.” It buzzed against the mattress with her voice. I can even guess that she asked if he was in the room with me. It kinda sounded like that. “I’ll give you whatever you want, just don’t hurt me.”

“Huh, sorry.” He turned on the light, and opened the door enough to look in, without coming in. “I thought this place was empty.”

“You’re not a burglar, I mean.” I made sure I talked loud enough for the 911 operator to hear me. “You need money for drugs? I’m a party girl, so I know what it looks like when somebody’s strung out.”

He frowned, and nodded, but he had a mask on. Of course, now that you’re supposed to wear masks, it doesn’t look suspicious for somebody to wear a mask around my building.

I’m thinking fast, wide awake, and I can’t remember my brain ever thinking this fast. Overclocking, on adrenaline, but she said officers are on the way. So, how long will it take them to get here, find my apartment, and. “You’re really pale, and shaking.”

“Huh, well how much money you got?”

“Cash? Let me get my purse.” That ment standing up, naked, and letting the sheet drop. Just a plain old cotton sheet, since the Air Conditioner was barely enough for the whole apartment, and I was hot. Standing up, I pulled out the rubbers first, and dropped them on the bedside table.

“I’ll take those too.”

“Huh, you know, this isn’t exactly my favorite fantasy, lately.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” I picked up the rubbers, and held them out. “Normally, there’s a knock on the door, when I’m all alone, lonely, and he’s looking for directions. Not breaking into my house, in the middle of the night to catch me sleeping, and rape me.”

“I don’t want to rape you.” He said, but his eyes said another thing, and I wasn’t just hot from pulling up the sheets.

I’m not making this up, honestly my best fantasy is him bumping the window. Holding his hands up to look in on me masturbating. Because I live up on the 3rd floor, and even if he somehow got on my balcony. He’d have to get out and around the corner to look in my window, 20′ off the ground. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He finished tucking the folded up condoms in his pocket, and reached out. To touch my arm. “Huh, okay.” I turned so his fingertips brushed my breast, and he gripped it. Gently, squeezing it gently, “But take your time. We have all night, you in a rush to get out of here?”

“No.”

I reached up for his mask. “You don’t have Covid?”

“No, I’m inoculated.”

“Good, me too. Come on.” I took his hand, and lead him out the door. Out to the living room, where he left a drawer open underneath the TV. Nothing in there but DVDs, old DVDs, including my favorite fap material from the 90s. I know, there’s porn on the internet, but my favorite movie isn’t available on the internet, unless I pay for a subscription to the Harmony website. When I already have a copy from the 90s.

“Huh, I don’t know if I can trust you.” He sat down on the couch, unbuttoning his pants. “You might still hurt me, so you ever been tied up?”

“Must be my lucky night.” he shook his head. Stopped unbuttoning his pants. “I had no idea you’re so kinky.”

Of course, I recognized him, as soon as I pulled down his mask. Not by name, just from around the neighborhood. Hanging around the office, or the pool when it was open, but we never talked. He must have seen me too, going out, and coming back late…

Oh, that’s why he didn’t expect me to be home, this early on a Saturday night. It’s like quarter after 11, but the clubs haven’t really gotten back to the way they used to be. “As long as you promise not to hurt me.” He grinned, and I had to laugh.

“Take off your shirt.” He had on a hoodie, a black hoody to match the button fly cargo pocket black pants. Of course, I’d never seen him dressed like that before, but he did have on purple leopard print briefs, with hot pink spots. I laughed. “Look at you in your man panties. Now, get up, and turn around on the couch. On your knees, with your hands on your head. You know the drill, don’t you?”

He just nodded.

“You have the right to remain silent.” And a wife beater underneath the hoody. I picked up off the back of the couch. “You don’t have any weapons on you?”

He shook his head, but I pulled his hand down, to tie one of the sleeves around it, before I pulled down the other one.

“Spread them.” Now that I had him tied up, I thought about waiting for the cops to show up. Teasing him until they came in with real handcuffs, to read him his rights, but that means teasing myself. Fuck that. “What’s this?”

“That’s not a weapon.” I rubbed it in his spandex man panties.

“Well, I have to make sure. Even a flashlight this big could be used as a weapon.” At least that’s what my instructor told me, though I never actually tried it. I never got the chance, but I left my flashlight in my purse. Along with the pepper spray, and the stun gun…

“It’s not a flashlight, either.” If he hasn’t played this kind of game before, he sure was learning fast.

“Turn around.” I got up, and pulled him back. “Sit down,” turning, and pushing him, before he could stand up. “I’ll determine what a weapon it is. Huh!” I stuffed my hand in his pocket, overcum by the urgency of the situation. Now, I wanted to fuck him, quick before the cops show up. “I better put a glove on it for safety.”

He just nodded. Grinning that idiot grin that guys get, when they know they’re gonna get fucked. Quickly rolled the prophylactic on, careful not to catch it on the wrapper when it tore open, or pinch it with my sharp nails.

“Huh, you’re so hot. I knew you’re a hot horny slut. MPH!”

“You have the right to remain SILENT!” I pushed his head back, in both hands. Getting up, so I could hold him, with my weight on them, and pinning his shoulders with my knees. “If you bite me, I’ll hurt you. Got it?”

“MHM!”

“Good, now shut up, and suck my twat.” Good thing the blood didn’t all rush to his cock, so his face was nice and warm. It even had a little more color in it.

I rode his face, until I heard sirens. He’s probably used to the sound too, living in this neighborhood, but before they got close enough for him to wonder if they were for him. I threw my legs over the couch, so I could clamp his ears in my thighs, and ram his nose into my clit. “Uh, fuck. Yeah, take it. Take it bitch! TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!”

I fell off the couch, and even hit my head on the coffee table, which really ruined the orgasm, but then he looked up. Without my body holding his head down over the back of the couch, he looked around. “What the fuGH!”

I kicked him before he got up, then I kept kicking him. “RAUAUAUAUAUGH!”

“Janice?” They knocked, “Janice Martine, are you all right?” Loudly on the front door.

“YEAH?” I must have knocked him out, one of the times I stomped his face, or maybe it was the ax kick to the top of the head. “DON’T BREAK DOWN THE DOOR, LET ME UNLOCK IT FOR YOU. Uh!” I had to pull him down over the coffee table. “I JUST HAVE TO FINISH TYING HIM UP!” I didn’t even bother putting any clothes on, just pulled the chain, and stood behind the door, holding it open for them to come in. “Sorry, but better late than never?”

“What happened here?” The man cop went back to the living room, to check on the burglar, while the lady cop tapped on her tablet phone.

“Are you all right?”

“Yeah, I guess those self defense classes really paid off.” I looked back, at the 2 rubbers I’d torn the third one off of. Still in his pocket, with his fingerprints on me. “Huh, I had to play along, he made me put a rubber on him, and then he tried to. Well, get me off, with oral sex. I faked it, so he’d leave me alone.” I managed to poke my eyes, covering them up.

“I just wanted him to stop, and leave me alone, but he wouldn’t let me go. So, I lost it. I guess those MMA classes kicked in, because I didn’t even have time to think, I just reacted. So then you guys. SNH!” The tears finally made salty snot run out. “Sorry, when you guys showed up, I tied him up with my shirt, but you mind if I go put some clothes on?”

She patted my back, reassuringly, and bought it. “Of course, take all the time you need.”

“Huh,” that was the problem. I teased him so long that I squandered the chance to fuck him. Now, I’ll probably never get another chance like that for the rest of my life.

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