He creeps in as the clock strikes the witching hour, assuming that everyone is sleeping soundly as they should be, forgetting that bitch insomnia, He makes sure his Wal-mart stocking mask is on tight.

“Perfect,” he whispers to himself before continuing inside the dark house lit only by the twinkling lights of the Christmas Tree, a soundless and slow strobing neon.

For a moment he feels like the Grinch about to steal Christmas from the dumb little Whos in whoville but then he remembers where he is and that his motto has always been steal from the rich.

He grips his knife tightly in a black leather gloved hand as he looks around the room. Although he has done this hundreds of times before, something about this is different and he can feel his heart pound loudly in his chest. It could be the silence, that odd absence of sound that is almost a sound of its own, the mind hunting and straining to fill the void.

He ventures out of the living room through the dark twisting hallway, wondering just what else there was besides the obvious stereo and TV and nicely wrapped presents under the tree. He hears a soft sound coming from one of the rooms nearby, causing him to pause and wonder if he should have waited until it was later before so readily entering.

As he continues his ninja movements the noise grows louder and becomes instantly recognizable, it’s the unmistakable sounds of pleasure moans.

‘Don’t be sidetracked’ he tries to tell himself but it’s of no use because lately he has discovered something more than the love of just house breaking, only before it had been at apartment windows and his lonely insanely horny MILF neighbor, never so close.

He’s never been one for many words and at first thought there was something wrong with him. He’s never what anyone would call slow, but he’s always been the physical type, getting more done with his hands rather than words. But, he did look it up and found the word once.

Voyeur.

He remembered saying the word out loud and liked how the sound rolled off his tongue like something mysterious and exotic. While never exploring where the desire came from, he liked to indulge. It provided a slight high that he could succumb to from a safe distance.

The door was already ajar and one little look wouldn’t hurt. Then, he would steal all their shit and go home to his Jack Daniels and cocaine, do a line then open up the latest hustler Christmas addition sure to make anyone feel merry. No doubt the chick in the centerfold would have some mistletoe hanging from her giant bush or be getting fucked by Santa’s candy cane. One thing about Hustler, they were always imaginative. He would furiously stroke and then pass out with his cum splattered all over his stomach. Not a terrible way to spend the holiday, if a slightly lonely one.

He leaned closer to the door, making sure not to accidentally inch it open further. With an eye at the crack, he was able to see what looked to be a long haired brunette. He couldn’t tell her age other than the fact that she looked probably somewhere in her early twenties. The light of the moon was bright tonight and was shining through the window with a clear silver glow, making him able to see more than he normally probably could have.

Her fingers were running over her swollen lips, nectar glistening in the moonlight. Slowly teasing herself, causing soft little moans to escape her slightly open lips, with each movement and moan he could feel his own body reacting, cock strained in his pants.

‘Jesus fucking Christ, She has a nice wet little pussy.’

He continued watching, without realizing his own hand was now moving to rub his throbbing cock through his pants as her fingers strummed her clit with deliberate circles, he could see by the lustful look on her face, how lost she was in her erotic drug of choice, a private ecstasy.

She was biting down hard on her pouty bottom lip as her fingers ran downwards to once again torment her already flooding pussy. Her thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing in small circles before she suddenly rammed not one but two fingers deep inside. He could hear the sounds of wet squelching as she began to fuck herself, her back arching as she writhed and fucked herself against her fingers.

She was needy.. she was wanton…

She was hungry…

And he would give anything to feel his cunt starved cock push inside of that tight velvet pussy and fuck her hard and deep until he filled her with every last drop of his cum.

Her fingers were rocketing in and out now, harder, faster, deeper and her moans were becoming louder. he couldn’t help but lean in like her feral cries were a siren song luring him, but this time he accidentally bumped the door, causing it to swing open.

‘Oh fuck.’ he felt his own panic start to kick in as the door swung open violently, revealing the entire room. Perhaps if he hadn’t been so intoxicated by his lust demons, the sight of the man laying next to her somehow sleeping peacefully through all this would have made him think twice, but it didn’t.

He gripped the knife tighter as if to remind himself that it was he who held the power, as he made his way into the room. He was surprised to see she hadn’t heard or noticed the door. Her eyes were still shut tightly and her fingers continued to fuck and play.

When he got closer he noticed a giant pair of headphones and realized they had helped mask the sounds of his approach. He leaned forward, putting one hand on her mouth and her eyes snapped open, widening and about to let out a scream but he was so fast that there was only enough time to unleash a muffled note vibrating against his hand.

He momentarily sat the knife down, which would normally be a clumsy move but he knew she was still in a state of shock, and he wanted to remove her headphones so she could hear him.

Slowly, he lifted the headphones and could hear the faint sounds of INXS ‘Need you tonight’, which caused him to smile. He turned off the Walkman and sat it down on the bed and picked up the knife again, it glimmered sharp and proud in the moonlight and made all his words unnecessary but still he spoke in a soft tone of confidence

“And Here I thought I was the only one who got turned on by INXS. Guess this is meant to be, huh?” he chuckled quietly, “I’m not going to hurt you, but I am going to give you something better than your fingers.”

His hand moved to his zipper as he freed his ever eager cock that instantly sprung out like a hungry python ready to devour prey.

“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth, don’t scream, just suck and moan.” he said as he began to press his already dripping cockhead against her mouth.

To his surprise and delight, she opened her mouth hungrily, her mouth felt like pure hot wet suction as she began to suck him in quickly, taking him to the back of her throat. She sucked like a pro but he couldn’t help but notice the fact that she looked like an angel, eyes like an innocent doll locking with his own.

“Keep fucking that slutty fucking cunt.” he growled as he began to fuck her throat.

He could feel her muffled moans around him vibrating as she began to finger fuck herself once again, her scent a primal and strong perfume he deeply inhaled. His cock was oozing more pre cum as he watched what must be her husband sleeping, then looked back down at her greedy mouth wrapped tightly around him. He grunted and groaned as his throbbing intensified, all of his will focused on not exploding yet.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Better not wake the hubby by being too loud.” he muttered and slid his saliva pre cum dripping cock out of her mouth.

“Valium.” she simply whispered and nodded towards the sleeping shape.

Moving to the bed, positioning himself and pressing forward, she was so very tight but he still slid inside easily, feeling her hot cunt envelop him and immediately clamp around. Her eyes widened and her face froze as if in shock and he wondered how long it had been since she last felt a huge bare cock stretching her needy tunnel.

“Oh fuck yes, Squeeze your cunt around my cock Show me how much you enjoy me invading more than just your home.”

Her juices flooded more from his words, and he could see her turn to look at her sleeping husband which caused her to moan loud and clench and spasm harder as his hips began to move, pushing harder and faster, furiously fucking away into forbidden bliss. He could feel her convulsing, biting down hard on her bottom lip to try to keep from screaming as he drove deeper, smacking against her womb. He was just wondering how long he could last but her body answered the question as if already reading and knowing everything about him. Her eyes burned into him as she spoke and that was all it took to send him over the edge.

“Breed my cunt, right next to him,” she said, lust filled and demanding, her voice containing power that even his knife could never hope to wield.

As the last word fled from between her lips, his sealed over hers in an almost violent kiss, tongues meeting and tangling furiously in a chorus of joined moans when her walls commanded him, clenching over and over as his veins tightened beyond control.

His body shook and his cock twitched and jerked like a criminal in an electric chair losing all control from a current’s overwhelming surge as he began to paint her womb with his hot cum.

He felt her cumming around his cock, squirting hot wet juices that bathed him as they came together, bodies hot and shaking, every spurt and drop greedily milked. They still kissed, slower now, savoring that beautiful and strange blip of time after release when everything seems completely still in the world as they came down.

It took him a moment to stand up, his legs wobbling and he heard the husband begin to move.

”Ugh honey..I have work tomorrow, turn off the porn,” he said before starting to snore.

She grinned at him and held up alone finger as a gesture for him to wait, leaning towards the nightstand next to the bed as he sheathed his knife. She quickly wrote something on a little blank Post-it note and handed it to him and he knew it was her number.

He saw her mouth ‘thanks’ as he zipped up and turned away, leaving the house and forgetting all about stealing their shit.

 

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