Facesitting the Robber
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Authors note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age and older. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to real live name or events are purely coincidental.
Be aware: This story is written for, and should only be enjoyed by, ADULTS. It includes explicit descriptions of intense sexual activity between consenting adults. Said activities include, but are not limited to female domination, facesitting and a busty young women taking a man on the ultimate ride he will ever experience.........
Note that this work of fiction resembles a fantasy world, all events taking place are a result of a role play amongst all parties and all parties are fully consenting adults.
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Facesitting the Robber
Having received a tip through the vigilante group The Secret Assassins that Bill Hatfield, notorious bank robber was casing the First National Bank on Main Street, Agent Christine ducked out of sight, hiding in the shadows as she trailed the man she thought was Bill. Her spiked heels clicked along the sidewalk, Agent Karla having warned her she needed more stealth. Christine paused and pulled out her compact and applied more deep red lipstick. Her dark auburn hair teased just right, she looked like a hooker ready for a night of fun, only the leather pants and jacket detracted from that stance. Any red-blooded man would fall prey to her feminine wiles with such ease.
Christine ducked behind a trashcan sitting outside a shop just in time for Bill glanced her way and confident he was alone, went around the back alley that led the way to the back entrance of the bank. Word had it he was casing a new bank and The Secret Assassins aimed to stop the man cold in his tracks. Christine displayed confidence to the group claiming she could take care of this one alone. There was a time for the group and a time for some one-on-one. This was one of those alone times.
Running on her toes, her heels stayed silent as Christine rounded the corner and spied Bill as he examined the lock system on the bank back entrance. He glanced in both directions, not seeing Christine smashed in an alcove in the shadows and bent over the door as he studied the lock. She quietly stepped up, the man not hearing her silent footfalls thanks to the blustery wind whining through the alley, blowing trash about and the hum of the traffic on the street two blocks away.
“You know there’s a metal detector just on the other side of the door and two feet from there a laser alarm. Just the door opening will trip it because they never use this door except on rare occasions and then they have the armed guard out here protecting it,” Christine said causing the man to jump back and nearly yelped.
“What the fuck? You snuck up on me. Scared the shit out of me,” Bill said.
“Oh please, Mr. Hatfield. You’ve been had by the best. You’re good, but I’m better,” Christine said as she arched her brow seductively.
“Mr. Hatfield? That’s not my name,” Bill said as she shook his head.
“Cut the shit, Bill. I know who you are. I’ve been watching you for quite some time. The cops have nothing on me. If they had half my brain, you’d be behind bars,” Christine said.
Bill reached in his pocket but before he could pull out a weapon, Christine advanced on him with a switchblade in a flash and with her strong arms pinned him to the door frame. “No sir. I’m not here to hurt you, but pull a weapon on me and I’ll cut out your throat. Anything happens to me; my family knows what I’m doing and your head will be given to them on a platter. You hear? I’m not here to hurt you or turn you in, so weapons away and let’s have a chat,” Christine said as she leaned in, her lips just inches from Bill’s. The man’s excitement obvious, as Christine pressed in, Bill nodded and smiled.
“Bill, honey, relax. Why so tense?” Christine cooed as she ran her hand down the side of the man’s neck. Her heels made her almost as tall as the man and she kept her eyes intent upon his.
“What do you want? Why are you here?” Bill frowned as he tried to squirm out of Christine’s embrace.
“Isn’t it obvious? I have a crush on you. I’ve been watching you from afar. I think you and I could make some magic together. Can you imagine, your skills and know-how with my stealth and insider knowledge, we can set this city on fire. Why stop at this bank? Together we can clean out all and move on to bigger cities,” Christine said. She leaned in and licked the man’s cheek before brushing his lips with hers. Trailing her fingers down his chest and to his crotch she gave it a nice squeeze, happy to discover Bill packed a nice chub behind his jeans. “Besides, I can tell, you’re interested in me too.”
Bill groaned as Christine distracted him from the job at hand. But his body won as he reached around the strange woman and pulled her to him, landing his lips on hers in a deep passionate kiss. Christine had a way to bring men to their knees and Mr. Bill Hatfield was no different. “Let me finish here and we can go someplace quiet and talk,” Bill said, his face inches from hers.
Christine’s mouth stretched into a big smile as she bit her lower lip and batted her eyes at the bank robber. Perfect! He’s playing right into her hands. Lifting a brow, she tiled her head. “I think that sounds like a lovely plan. But first, I need more of this.” She leaned in and kissed the man as if she were passion deprived, knowing full well she weakened his resolve causing him to falter in her presence. Pressing her chest into the man she flirted as her hand ran down his chest once again and grasping the hard cock from the outside of his tight jeans even she had to admit he knew how to pack them. “I’d like a little play time with this,” she whispered in his ear and nibbled the lobe lightly eliciting a moan from the man.
“Right here, right now, I’m ready,” Bill said, his breaths coming in quick as he looked upon the woman with extreme desire. “You’re a fucking tiger. Perhaps we need satisfaction before we discuss this job and the details of the next jobs.” Bill grabbed Christine, planting his lips on hers once again, his hand trailing down her back and to her well-shaped ass. Giving the cheek a nice squeeze, his cock grew harder as she ran her hands over his midsection again. She smiled wickedly as the man played right into her hands.
Christine and Bill stumbled away from the bank back entrance and to an alcove where a dumpster sat, their lips never parting. Christine knew she had to keep the man on his toes, and in doing so was a hazard of the job. She didn’t mind, for she felt extremely comfortable in her sexual prowess.
Bill fumbled with the zipper on Christine’s jacket, brushing his hands over her ample cleavage. She grinned as she gave equal enthusiasm as she groped Bill’s belt, yanking on it acting as if she couldn’t wait to see his stiff cock. The man smiled at her as he removed his hands from her chest to help her with his pants. “Just undo them, you don’t have to drop them,” Christine said with a smile.
Bending down, Chri
stine’s mouth opened as if she were starved for a sample of the man’s cock. He yanked his pants apart at the waist and Christine took on the look of a little girl in a candy store as she explored the jockeys and her hand grasped the chub wanting released. Pulling it through the slit in the garment, she beheld the seven inches of stiffness as she ran her hand over it. “It’s lovely,” she breathed, making eye contact with Bill, throwing him off her true intent. His mouth parted as a wave of pleasure washed over him as Christine handled his man pole. Bill moaned as Christine ran her hands over the swollen phallus. Down the street a siren sounded causing her to pause, but the sound trailed way as the cop car turned north away from their alley.
“Come on,” Bill said as he thrust his pelvis forward.
“You can’t rush perfection,” Christine said as she tugged on the cock and then slowly bent forward and kissed the head lightly. Bill moaned and drew his fingers through Christine’s head to which she yanked away.
“Don’t touch the hair,” she said.
“Ugh, picky bitch,” Bill said.
“Watch it. I don’t have to do this,” Christine said and stood.
“No. I’m sorry. You’re a nice lady, you’re not a bitch,” Bill said as he offered a sheepish smile.
Christine chuckled inwardly. He’ll soon find out how much of a bitch she is but for now she needed him pliable in her hands. Sliding her lips over the head he tasted salty and of sweat. She swallowed and slid the cock to the back of her throat as Bill lurched forward in a deep groan. Christine took her time, listening, and not bringing the man to completion on purpose. His cock lengthened, the head turning a deep red as the pre-cum dribbled onto her tongue. She was set to suck him off when footfalls coming from around the corner caused her to stop and listen.
“Shit, someone’s coming. We can’t be here. Hurry, put it away and follow me,” Christine said as she stood. Disappointed, Bill shoved his hard cock back into his pants and swiftly zipped it. After grabbing his tools, he followed Christine out the back of the alley as she advanced to another secluded spot near an outdoor café off the beaten path.
Catching their breath, they sat a small table in the shadows, away from others. Though Bill was obviously frustrated by the lack of satisfaction, Christine grabbed his hand and leaned forward. “It’s okay. We’ll go somewhere quiet and private so we can get back to it,” she said and winked at the man. “But for now, we need to lie low, let the cops scatter first. I’d like to hear about your plans. I want in on it. I believe you and I can make a great team.”
Bill licked his lips as his eyes darted around considering the shadows. A shady character, he trusted few and his paranoia had merit for he had a large bank account from his earlier robberies. “What sort of cut do you expect? I’ve been casing the First National Bank for weeks. I don’t think…”
Christine reached out and placed her hand on Bill’s. “Relax dear. I don’t expect to take a mother load cut. I’d like to help; you know maybe a quarter cut for my services. Then we can discuss the next job and go half,” Christine said as she raised her brow at the man.
Bill exhaled as he sat back in the chair contemplating the woman’s bargain. “I don’t understand. I don’t know you from Eve. How the fuck do I know you won’t take it all and run?”
“You don’t know that, now do you? But I’ve been causing you as long as you’ve been casing the bank, so that puts us on even ground. If I wanted to turn you in, I would have when I first found you. But that’s not how I work. I want a piece of the action,” Christine said as she smiled at the man. A piece of your ass is more like it. She nodded more at her thoughts but as an act to keep the man dangling before her she slid her hand onto his knee and slowly up to his crotch where she discovered a packed hard-on still behind the jeans.
“Fuck. Okay. Here’s the plans,” Bill said as he leaned forward and after cutting his eyes around pilled the details of robbing the banks. Christine kept her hand on Bill’s knee with the occasional swipe to his crotch with one hand and with the other, she slid into her leather jacket pocket and flipped the switch on her phone to record Bill’s voice. She pulled her hand to the table, a hidden wireless microphone embedded in her jacket, she grabbed Bill’s hand which stayed on top of the table closer to his mouth for he spoke softly. Bit by bit he dished the details of the bank robbery and even went into detail about his next challenge where he promised her half if she helped him.
“Well, thank you for trusting me with that information. I think you and I will make a good team,” Christine said giving his crotch a nice squeeze. “Now, let’s head to someplace private so we can finish this.” Bill stood, all too willing to let Christine lead the way because he had only one thing on his mind now.
“Where are we going?” Bill asked as he took a seat beside Christine on the train.
“Someplace private,” Christine said as she glanced out the window, the city whizzing by in a blur. “We can talk and you know.” She winked at the man and leaned over to blow in the man’s ear. “It will be worth it, trust me.”
“Oooh, damn, woman. Having just met you and you’ve put so many thoughts through my head.”
“You didn’t think you’d meet the lady of your dreams who would steal you away on train to do unspeakable things to you, did you?” Christine wagged her brow at the man. She enjoyed the play, the lure into her den of punishment.
After stopping Christine led Bill through the dark streets and through a myriad of halls through her walk-up apartment building to the fifth floor where they finally arrived. Bursting through the door, Christine shoved Bill to the wall where she laid her mouth over his in a deep passionate kiss. She wasted no time in coming to the task as she yanked on his belt, having him come out of his clothing in a fury.
“Not just me, you too,” Bill said as he ogled Christine’s shapely body. Christine smiled as she unzipped the leather jacket and giving the man a show, came out the jacket and camisole and finally tossing the black bra to the side. She shimmied out of her black leather pants after removing the heeled boots. Running her hand through her crotch she brought her glistening fingers to Bill’s face and rubbed on his lips.
“Mmmm, tasty,” Bill said with a smile, and drew Christine into his arms, his cock pointing at her wanting attention.
Christine shoved him down with the same force she used on him earlier letting him know at once who was in charge. “Down boy,” she barked. He chuckled, complying to the demand as he lay on the floor, looking up at the naked woman.
“You’ve got me going. How about a little nibble,” Bill said as he bucked his pelvis up and down causing his cock to waggle back and forth. Christine smiled as she straddled the man’s face and came down to sit on his chest as she bent over drawing his cock into her mouth once again. She’d suck a little and come up, turning to look the man in the face.
“You’ve been a bad boy, robbing the banks like you have. I think you need a good punishment,” Christine said.
“Yes, punish me, O’ wise one,” Bill said making light of the situation.
Christine toyed with him as she bent forward and drew his cock into her mouth, this time sucking it to the back of her throat as she lifted her ass where he could easily see all she had, right at his chin. But he didn’t care as he moaned with the pleasure she brought with each thrust to the back of her throat. She continued, stroking his cock until his moans came in louder and faster, his cock lengthened.
Just before he came she backed up and without hesitation, grabbed his hands and slapped a pair of handcuffs over the wrists and swiftly pulled his arms to the side and cuffed him to the bottom of the table where he could not move. He snickered thinking it kinky play as she put another pair of handcuffs over his ankles, cuffing his feet together. After which, she grinned at the man as she flipped around on the man and came down hard on his face, planting her muff over his mouth and nose.
Christine took her chance as she peered into the eyes of the struck man, he thrashed around until she lifted
and glared at him.
“I can’t fucking breathe. Uncuff me, you bitch,” Bill said.
“Then you should make quick work of this. Your punishment is facesitting. I’ll get up and once you get me off,” Christine said as she sat firmly on Bill’s face. The man squirmed and his mouth and tongue went to work, jutting inside Christine’s soft wet folds and touching the tip of her hard clit. “That’s right, keep going.” She bent forward, grinding into the man’s face as he whined under her and tried to throw her off. He stopped moving, so she lifted, moments before she came. “What?”
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