The Kissing Thief

The night was dark with the moon hidden in the clouds; Ricky could feel the humidity in the air and knew it was going to rain soon. This was the perfect night for breaking into the silk-merchant's house; tonight The Kissing Thief would strike again!

From the safety of a dark rooftop across the street the burglar studied the silk shop one more time. The doors and windows on the first floor were made of sturdy wood and were barred from the inside and would provide no silent point of entry So Ricky watched the second story windows patiently; the shutters were still open and lamps were still on. The silk merchant sat at his desk as he had every night for the past ten-day. The silk merchant held the same routine; he would work in the office until the tenth hour when the City Guard would pass bellow the window, then go to the bedroom where his naked wife awaited him on the bed. She would disrobe him and he would have his way with her, be done within a hundred heartbeats, and then roll over and go to sleep. As the merchant was falling asleep, his wife would get up and close all the window shutters and blow out all the lamps. Many nights she would linger in the office window and stare out at the night sky and cry, unknowing that she had an admirer and sympathizer who watched from across the street.

Her incredible beauty would make Ricky's heart skip a beat before racing in anticipation every time she came naked to the window, Ricky loved the way her raven black hair would fall in waves across her shoulders and back, the soft curves of her hips, and large perky breasts of a maiden who has not yet borne any children. But the whole situation infuriated Ricky who couldn't stand society's common mistreatment of women. Rumors of the merchant's wife's unhappiness have been circulating at the washing wells among the servants. When the rumors reached Ricky's ears there was no question as to who the next victim of the now infamous Kissing Thief would be.

For the past year stories about the defilement of innocent women by the Kissing Thief were being circulated by husbands and fathers of the poor victims. Their grievances were the loudest at the castle where they demanded the King do something, but after assurances were given, nothing would be done; after all the only things ever stolen were kisses.

As the tenth hour approached Ricky slid down a secured rope into a dark alley across from the silk merchant's shop and waited with rope and grappling hook in hand. After a few agonizing minutes the sounds of heavy footfalls and jingling of armor came to Ricky's ears. The City Guard was about to pass so Ricky hid further into the shadows and watched as they marched by. As the marching sounds receded Ricky counted to one hundred and then ran quietly across the street and threw the grappling hook into the merchant's office window, hoping that he had kept to schedule and was already in the bedroom being undressed by his wife. With heart pounding Ricky quickly climbed up the knotted rope and into the empty office.

Maria hated this part of night; hated having to undress her fat husband, acting like he was the most handsome thing in the world and then letting him fuck her like she was a common street whore. Maria smiled at him seductively as she removed his lounging robe and took comfort in that once he mounted her it only took him a few seconds to come. Then, he would fall asleep and it would all be over and she could relax for the rest of the night. That is how she coped with the woeful situation she was in, one night at a time, looking forward to the brief moments of peace when he was snoring away after sex.

With another encouraging smile she led him to the bed by one hand; he followed her stroking himself to hardness. Maria was glad he could make himself hard because she didn't think she could handle it if she had to make him hard too. It was hard enough going through with their little ritual night after night for the past year since she was sold to him by her father as compensation for an old gambling dept.

As his heavy weight settled upon her and he guided his pudgy little cock into her she once again cursed her father and hoped he died a long painful death. She began to meet his thrusts and count the seconds in anticipation of his orgasm; it had become a game for her to see if she could make him come faster every night. She knew that he naively believed that she had finally had come around to enjoying their nightly fuck, but for her it just served as the quickest way to get it over and done with.

Maria got to the count of ten before she was startled by the lantern being blown out, and then a shadowy figure appeared over them. She froze in surprise breaking her husband's rhythm. He jerked his head up in time to meet the shadowy figure's club, and with a meaty sounding thunk her husband collapsed unmoving on top her. Maria tried to scream but his full weight collapsing on top of her knocked all the wind out of her lungs leaving her gasping for air instead.

With her heart pounding in fear Maria struggled to get out from under her unmoving husband, but the shadow was too fast; she felt strong fingers grab one of her arms and before she knew it her wrist was tied to the bed frame. Her free hand tried to claw at the dark face before it was tied up too. She was in such a panic that she didn't realize that she had been kicking until the same strong hands grabbed one of her flaying ankles ant tied her foot down to the bed, followed by the other. Tied with her legs spread open she felt truly helpless, and began to feel tears well up in her eyes; she was afraid she was about to die a slow painful death, like she had just wished upon her father.

But as she began to cry the shadow whispered in her ear; "Hush darling. Don't worry; I am not going to hurt you." And with that her husbands limp body was suddenly rolled off of her, and she gratefully drew in a full breath.

As her lungs filled, all of a sudden a gloved hand from the darkness covered her mouth. "Please trust me and don't yell, OK?" Maria nodded her head; the smell of leather in her nose both frightened and excited her, leaving her feeling confused. She was afraid that if she didn't do as the voice told her that she would be harmed, but now she was also intrigued by the possibilities.

The gloved hand withdrew and Maria's looked around as her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. The room was dark but just enough light entered through the window for her to see the outline of her captor as it bent over the still form of her husband and tied him up. Maria felt a little disappointed that he wasn't dead and wondered if she could convince her captor to kill him so she could be free. She didn't know what she would do once he was dead, but anything, including life on the streets was better than being married to that fat piece of lard on the floor

Now that an opportunity for freedom presented itself Maria forgot about her fear and started to feel angry. Her heart started beating even faster and she felt her skin get hot. She hated her husband and she hated her father for what he had done to her. After her husband was dead she would find a way to survive, even if she had to be a street whore. "Hell, this marriage has already made me a whore " she thought to herself, "but this time it will be under my own terms and not anyone else's "

Maria was so caught up in her own musings that she almost didn't notice her captor bending over her; and again the soft whisper in her ear. "I know your marriage has been very painful, and I meant it when I promised not to hurt you." She felt a soft finger tip lightly trace a line up her arm to her bound wrist, and felt the strap loosen. The soft finger traced a line back down and up her other arm causing goose bumps to spread across her entire body. Maria vaguely wondered what happened to the leather gloves, missing them, as she searched the darkness for a glimpse of her captors face.

"I want you to trust me." The whisper sounded deep and heavy and she could feel her captor's warm breath on her ear, causing her breath to deepen and her heart to race even faster "I will loosen the rest of the straps that bind you so that if you wish to leave all you need to do is pull yourself free." And she felt her other wrist come a little free. Soft hands slowly caressed their way down her body and legs to the straps that bound her

Her captor pulled away from her, testing, waiting to see what she would do. She was free to go but she didn't move; forgetting about her husband and father for the moment, she missed the feel of the soft hands on her body. She was still afraid, but wanted to see how far the stranger was willing to go; curious what the stranger had in store for her. With her mind filled by infinite possibilities and a wetness growing between her legs that she had never felt before, she let out a whimper of longing and surrendered willfully.

When the silk merchant's wife didn't free herself and began whimpering, Ricky smiled and knew that she was finally ready for The Kiss! Ricky started slow by kissing her toes and feet, lovingly and patiently working up her leg, kissing and caressing every inch, knowing how badly every part of this woman body and soul needs to be kissed and loved.

Maria's need was so great that she gasped and let out a grateful cry when she felt the light kisses upon her toes. She moaned as her captor's soft hands began caressing her legs followed by a shower of kisses moving slowly up her body. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as her captor's kisses and caresses worked their way up her body. She moaned louder and louder but didn't care if anybody heard; it felt too good to hold back so she totally let go and lost herself in this pure moment of pleasure.

She allowed herself to savor every kiss and every touch across her body as if it would be the last, she feared that it was all a dream that would come crashing to an end and she would be thrown back to her old life of misery. She truly felt and enjoyed every kiss, her desire building and building as she was expertly teased; her captor skillfully kissed and caressed her entire body, but her breasts and pussy. Kisses on the inner thy, barely grazing her pubic hair, then around to her stomach and up to her sternum and around each breast left her panting for more.

"Please," Maria began to beg, "please," But she didn't know how or what to ask for, all she knew is that she needed more.

"What is your name, my love?" a sensual whisper in her ear followed by a mild scent of roses that greeted her nose. Gentle kisses along her neck, and the feeling of soft long hair brushing her skin down her chest and stomach left her panting. Maria could see that her captor had removed what must have been a large cloak. She continued to search the darkness for her lover's face and wondered what secrets her lover held within the shadows.

Her captor moved up her body again, hair weaving trails of desire across Maria's skin. "Your name!" The voice whispered forcefully in her ear.

"Maria." She moaned loudly as her captor bit into her neck and sucked forcefully as she spoke. She again lost herself in the pleasure/pain and found herself even more excited knowing that the sucking would leave a mark; a mark of ownership that she welcomed.

Ricky's enjoyed watching Maria quiver and moan, her body begging for The Kiss her sweet and musky scent permeated the room and made Ricky's moth water. Ricky again tightened her straps making sure that Maria couldn't get away, not now that she so close to receiving her reward.

Maria felt the straps tighten on her wrists, but she did not care. In fact being tied down gave her a sense of release; it freed her of any responsibility of what was to happen. Besides, her attention was quickly summoned back as her captor's lips pressed down upon her own in a furious kiss that she willingly returned. Her captor's passion was evident with the fierceness in which she was being kissed, but there was also a tenderness there that she never felt from her husband.

Even though it was too dark for Maria to get a glimpse of her captor as they kissed, she could sense a certain familiarity she could not place, the smell, the feel, she knew in her gut that they had met before, but she couldn't figure out where. Besides, her captor didn't even know her name, maybe she was mistaken; in the end Maria decided that it didn't matter, not right now. All that mattered right now was the magic that her captor's mouth was now working along her neck and down to her breasts.

Ricky loves woman's breasts; loves to lick, kiss and suck them, loves the softness and feel of them, loves to cup them in hand, caress, pinch, and suck the delicate nipples. The love being shown to Maria's breasts was rewarded by her cries and moans of pleasure. Ricky inched a hand down her stomach and presses lightly upon her mound, Maria's moans get louder as Ricky's middle finger traced lightly along her pussy lips before finding its way in. After a couple of thrusts Ricky's fingertip moved up and found her magic button. While sucking upon a nipple Ricky gently, but rapidly stroked her clit with a fingertip and is rewarded by a loud yell as Maria shook and convulsed to an earth shattering orgasm.

But as much as Ricky loves breasts, Ricky's true passion is The Kiss. As Maria's orgasm began to subside Ricky smiled and began the journey down her heaving body, leaving a trail of soft kisses.

As the waves of ecstasy faded away Maria felt the mysterious stranger kiss his way down her stomach, she couldn't believe that he wasn't done yet. She was still so tender that she didn't think she was ready for more. She tried to sit up and couldn't; she was tied down tight.

She looked down at her captor who was now between her legs; "please," she began to plead, but stopped as their eyes met. Maria was transfixed by the feral green eyes that stared at her from the shadows; like those of a hungry tiger.

After a quick battle of wills, Maria surrendered once more to her lover and rested her head back awaited the inevitable. Her captor's tongue was skilled, was so light and gentle, respecting her tenderness and patiently allowing her to recover before pressing and flicking her to another bigger orgasm that seemed to last and last and last.

Maria faded off to sleep as her waves of pleasure receded, and stirred back to consciousness as the now cloaked figure of her captor/lover was about to leave the room.

"Please don't go, please don't leave me, Take me with you, please!" Maria begged.

But the dark figure didn't listen; instead it bent down by her bound husband and whispered something she couldn't hear before giving him a vicious kick, eliciting a muffled grunt of pain. Maria watched as the stranger's shadow quietly disappear from the room and found that she had been so caught up in her pleasure that she had totally forgotten about her husband, She wondered how long he has been awake, and how much he had heard. Did he hear her yell and moan in orgasm? Did he hear her beg the stranger to take her with him.

Realizing that she didn't care, Maria faded off back to sleep with a big, satisfied smile on her face.

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