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Subject: {ASSM} Confessions of a Cat Burglar    Part 1
Date: Sun, 20 May 2001 15:10:03 -0400
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The target:  Leather 'n Lace Clothing Store
Time: 8:00 pm

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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