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robber!butch x rich housewife!femme

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warnings: whoo boy so dubcon, cheating, lesbian sex, fingering, fisting? sorta? sex with a gun, strap sex, bondage, femme gets stepped on, impact play, light edging, butch is kind of a creep sorry

robber butch that's trying to break into the house of a seemingly happy married couple. that's been watching the house for a few days to get the schedules down, who's home when, when the house is empty, when they have the door unlocked. that sinks into the driver's seat of their car, binoculars at the ready and gun tucked away in the glove box. they weren't planning on going in tonight, it was just supposed to be another reconnaissance night.

robber butch that watches the living room and kitchen lights turn off as the couple moves upstairs to the lavish bedroom. the multi-story giant house was pushed deep into the trees of the front yard, and the butch would have to move in closer to see anything useful. that quietly leaves the car, gun tucked into the back of their jeans, covered by a black hoodie and t shirt, a spare black box cutter slipped into the sleeve at the ready, just in case.

robber butch that moves in closer to the house, as the master bedroom lights turn on, they pull themselves up the side of the front porch, onto the roof in front of the bedroom window. that throws their hood up and pulls a mask up over their eyes. it was thin enough that they could see well enough through it with the lighting from the room, but not when they were approaching in the dark. it had to be past midnight with no moon in the cloudy sky. they press themselves against the side of the house, crouching next to the window and peering in. there's two people, a man and an absolutely gorgeous woman in the middle of an uncomfortable looking kiss. they squat into a more comfortable resting position, trying to spot the areas with the most expensive stuff, a box of jewelry on the nightstand, a set of watches on display, probably a safe in the office or closet nearby.

robber butch that really doesn't pay attention to the unfortunate sex that's happening, the lazy thrusts and half hearted moans and grunts, and instead pays attention to the locks on the doors and windows. at least until the man pushes the woman off of him and walks to the bathroom, the woman laying to the side looking bored and hurt. they feel a sting of embarrassment and empathy for the poor girl, clearly not taken care of and too tired to do anything herself. you're too pretty for this, they think.

robber butch that finally takes a good look at the woman in the bedroom. their earlier assessment of gorgeous was an understatement, she was truly beautiful and one of the most attractive women they've ever seen. dressed in silk and lace pajamas, a soft white with black accents, her hair framing her face, radiating with a soft glow. they stay longer than they need to, just to look, to watch. something about this woman is entrancing, they cant look away. she's looking emptily at the wall. it's like she's staring right through them.

robber butch who's alarm beeps quietly on their watch. shit, i gotta get out of here. they slink down the side of the house and sneak by the bushes to their car, rolling out before flicking their lights on and heading home. they lock the door behind them and drops their bag on the table before untying their boots and heading through their dark apartment to the bedroom.

robber butch who slips off their hoodie and pants, and changes into a new pair of boxers and a big old band tee.

robber butch that fires up their laptop to do more research on this woman, finding a facebook and an instagram, even a spotify. peeling through the accounts, finding her likes on twitter and even a "private" account for browsing porn. most times they don't give a shit about their targets, but this one piqued their interest. her eyes, her body, her lips. shit, even her porn was perfect. rough and nasty, harder and far better than the half-assed shit she was getting treated with. i could help you. i could make you feel real good.

robber butch who knows this cant happen again, who recognizes the patterns, who knows they shouldn't do this but cant help it. who remembers how the last time ended. bloody and rotten, with handcuffs and flashing red lights, faces slammed against car doors and one of the best orgasms of their life. who remembers watching the life drain from that shitty boyfriends' eyes, the blood pooling around their knees, the knife digging into his stomach.

robber butch who snaps back to their computer from zoning out. that stops the flashbacks eyes tired and baggy. they dont want to deal with this anymore, and goes to bed, waiting for tomorrow night when they'll actually try to enter the mansion they've been watching.

robber butch that wakes up from dreams about the woman they saw. memories of the boring sex they witnessed earlier that night. robber butch that frustratingly gets themselves off in hopes they sleep better. they open twitter several times just in hopes that getting the memory out of their head would let them sleep.

robber butch that cant let this happen again, that cant keep on thinking about this women they don't even know. this woman they never paid attention to until last night. really until last week. they saw their sex but it never clicked how shitty it was. they remember the first time they saw her, in a sundress tending to the garden. they hadn't paid any much attention except thinking "rich lady, big house." or maybe they did. maybe this has been the plan the whole time. maybe their brain picked her house rather than the all the others that dotted the street. they finally fall asleep, content with believing it was all just coincidence that they're suddenly deeply attracted to this woman. that it wasn't what their brain wanted the whole time. there's plenty of other houses on the street. why this one?

robber butch that wakes on their stomach, face buried into their pillow, with a groan. standing up and rubbing their eyes of morning crust. they check the clock, 2 pm, fuck, and throw a pot of coffee on. that makes an easy breakfast and thinks up final plans before tonight. they sit and wait anxiously, pacing and still fucking thinking about that girl, that gorgeous, gorgeous girl. their hands slip down their sweatpants and under the band of their boxers, sighing before getting off to the image of this lady once again. they drive to the park nearby the street, and sneak through the forest into the chunk of backyards connected to the rich neighborhood her house was in.

robber butch that gets off one more time before breaking in, this time outside behind the shed, quick and fast, this time thinking about the heft of her breasts, the movement they have with each boring thrust. they pull their hand from their boxers and zip up their jeans, buckling the belt. they grab gloves from their pocket and slip them on. they enter through the garage back door, left unlocked stupidly, seeing only one car home, it's her car, his is gone, fuck. fuck fuck fuck. they ideas. he must not be home, it's just her. it's just the two of us.

robber butch that silently opens the door into a coat area, right next to the kitchen. that sneaks through the living room and listens carefully for any noise. they can hear a shower in the master bedroom turning on, that thinks this is the perfect time to rob someone. if they were quiet enough she'd have no idea they were even there. all they'd be left with would be their thoughts and whatever shit they could grab before the shower finished.

robber butch that slithers through the house, grabbing anything that would be quick cash or of some value on their way to the bedroom. the bag slung around one shoulder, dangling a bit and almost close to falling off.

robber butch that makes it up the staircase with no creaks or noises, the shower still going on. a soft humming comes from the bathroom. shit. shit shit shit shit shit. they cant back down at this point, that cant just leave. they need that money. they need something else, too.

robber butch that inches closer closer closer to the master bedroom and to the shower that held the thing they were now truly after. the shower that held the best trophy this stupid house holds. they pull their mask over their face again, not covering their eyes so they could see more clearly. i want her to look me in the eyes, they think, i want to see her eyes when i fuck her.

robber butch that crouches and moves into the dimly lit bedroom, the only light coming from the bathroom and the full moon outside. they pull out the electrical tape before slinking into the walk-in closet to find the safe, easily cracking it (most of them have spare keys you can find on amazon), and stuffing the findings into their bag. they carefully and quietly move back to the bedroom, finding the jewelry box and the watch collection.

robber butch who's bag was now lined with cash, rolled change, jewelry embedded with precious gems, custom made watches plated with gold and platinum, who zipped everything up and went to leave.

robber butch who hears the water shut off. who's heart stops, they freeze.

robber butch that crouches down and attempts to crawl to the door before hearing the sweetest, smoothest, most enticing voice they've ever heard, honey? was there something wrong with your flight? they don't respond. they can't respond, let alone make a noise at all. they dont move except to speed to the nearest wall when they hear the shower door open and someone's feet hit the tile. honey? is that you? i wasn't expecting you to be home until monday.

rober butch that pulls the electrical tape from their pocket, and palm the gun tucked into their jeans. no, they think, i wont need this yet. they drop the bag, careful to not make any clinking noises, and side step closer to the door of the bathroom. the woman steps closer to the door frame, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her damp body.

robber butch that slows their breathing, ready to strike, ready to take down prey like a tiger hidden in the tall grass. that sees the shadow of the woman get larger before seeing a perfectly manicured hand reach out to try to hit the light switch.

robber butch that reaches out and yanks the woman's hand towards them, that wraps their long arms around her chest, one moving up to her mouth to silence her sudden yelp.

robber butch that feels the woman struggling against their arms, shifting and squirming as hard as she can, simply unable to move or really have much impact on her situation at all. shhhh, shhhh, im not gonna hurt you if you're quiet.

robber butch that moves the hand away from her mouth, if you're quiet ill give you a reward, promise. that bring her arms together behind her back and binds them with the black tape, careful to keep her towel intact and her body covered. i just wanna talk right now. they keep a firm hand on the woman's shoulder, their other resting on her hip and holding tightly. your husband, he's not good for you, is he? tears well up, either from the question or the situation, no no. he's a good husband really, are you going to-

robber butch that tightens the grip on her hip, she whimpers, does he hurt you? or does he just suck at fucking you?

robber butch who can feel the womans knees weaken, who has to throw an arm around her waist to keep her from falling, supporting her back against their chest, one of their legs between hers, back against the wall, holding her hips and chest. h-he's just, he's, i don't know. he tells me he loves me i swear. they see right through that. they could very easily take advantage of the woman trapped in their arms. who leans in, lips under the mask pressing against the woman's earlobe, who holds her tighter and closer to their body, who shifts their leg up and against the naked pussy wrapped in the soft towel, what does he make you feel hun? they feel a shudder against their body, whose thumb rubs the hard nipple under the towel, do you wanna feel good for once?

robber butch who feels a soft grind against their knee, slickness spreading against their jeans and a whimpery please coming from the woman they were supposed to be stealing from, supposed to be shoving away and running with the loot they grabbed. they grin against her ear, biting at it hard, fuck yourself on my thigh whore. another shudder from her, back arching and arms pushing into their chest. they pull her up higher on their thigh, rough gloved hand digging into her hip. their other arm coils closer around her shoulders and neck.

robber butch that moves the woman's towel off of her body, revealing her fat breasts and whole nakedness. the hand on her hip moves to hold her wrists in place, pulling her back further into an arch as she grinds helplessly against their clothed thigh. her bare foot rested on their boot to open her legs up more. bruising fingers moved her hips harder against their thigh, clit dragging against the denim, now completely slick and wetting the skin underneath.

robber butch that pushes the woman off of them and down to the floor, that grabs her jaw and shoves her face into the carpet, her round ass in the air, shoulders digging into the carpet, arms and wrists still bound with tape behind her. they stand fully and put their hefty boot on the area between the woman's shoulder blades, stepping lightly and smothering her into the carpet. you're such a dumb whore, a useless slut who wants to be beaten into submission aren't you? ive seen the shit you like, you want this

robber butch who feels the woman's head nod, a pathetic uh huh coming from her puffy lips. they kneel down and fold themselves over her back, one hand tugging on her bound wrists, just enough for pressure but not enough to pull her from the ground, the other's fingers digging into the flesh of her ass. you're so fucking pathetic, i almost want to just leave you like this and get myself off, smack, a hard clap against her ass sent a jolt through her body and pushed a grunt from her mouth, keep you here and come back tomorrow, it's not like your husband will be home, i can just use you over and over again, another hard smack, maybe i'll leave you here, bound with your pretty ass in the air, legs spread, gagged, all for your husband to see, his pretty little wife used and fucked out by another person, another, you think he'd cry?

robber butch that rises and rips a glove off, wetting their fingers with the slick cum dripping from the woman's pussy, if you move ill get my knife out. she whimpers a weak agreement and shifts her hips closer to their body, opening her cunt wider. they have a sick grin on their face, eyes wild with obsession and need as they dip two fingers into her tight hole. they feel a flutter, two actually, one around their fingers, the other creeping through their chest, up the back of their neck, and through their head. dizzy with lust, they pump their fingers faster, adding a third to the woman's pussy and grunting a response to the wild moans dripping into the carpet. the woman's mouth is open and drooling, her back arched, hips twitching wildly, pitiful uh uh uh uh uhs echoing the large bedroom. they add another finger.

robber butch that twists their hand so their thumb bumps against the woman's clit. they flex and scissor their fingers, wetness spreading to their wrist. their free hand gropes her ass again, slapping until it's a hot, bright red. they move their thumb with the rest of their fingers, whole hand twisting and pumping hard, sobs and high pitched, whiny moans, seeping from the woman's mouth, pulling herself into an even harsher angle, eyes rolling back.

robber butch that speeds up their pace, seeing the woman's hips twist, moans speeding up, breaths becoming hitched, deep, chest heaving. her arms twist against the tape and eyes screw shut, im gonna hah, fuck im gonna-

robber butch that pulls their fist away, leaving a gapey, twitchy pussy wet and dripping. the woman pouts and cries out, feet kicking against the carpet as the orgasm sneaks away. her hips bounce against the empty air, i-i need to cum please please please. tears welled in her eyes

robber butch that snorts, and tugs the woman off of the ground, shoving her up onto the bed, her legs helplessly dangling. they pull a thin rope from their bag. the gun wasn't the only thing they packed just in case. they circle the woman's ankles with the rope, binding them together and pulling her legs straight, forcing her shoulders and face into the bed, pressing her head in with their still gloved hand. not yet pretty girl.

robber butch that grips the woman's hair, yanking her up to their chest. they move their hand to her neck, choking her hard and rubbing their thumb against her jaw. your husbands out of town all weekend on a work trip right? that means i can have all the fun i want with you, no interruptions like last time, nobody to take care of, just a fucked out bitch, they pull the gun from the waistband of their jeans. a thick pistol dragged up the hips, belly, and chest of the naked, bound woman, finally resting at the crook of her neck. it's loaded too sweetheart, bet you're dripping at the thought of that, take my glove off and let me check.

robber butch that moves their hands from the woman's neck to her mouth, index and pointer finger slipping between her lips and being grabbed by the white teeth. their hand slips from the leather smoothly, and they stuff the rest of the glove into the woman's mouth as a gag. their free hand moving down to the dripping wet pussy, the woman instantly starts to grind and twitch against their fingers, trying to feel a little friction.

robber butch that presses the gun harder into her cheek, not. yet. wait. they remove their hand and uses it to push the woman back onto the bed, i came prepared for you babes, the gun rested firmly on her ass, their other hand slowly unbuckling their belt, unzipping their jeans and freeing their thick black strap from their boxers, not fully removing their pants. they move the gun down, inching closer to the woman's pussy as both of their chests heaved. panting with anticipation and need, the woman let out a soft hum against the glove as the butch slips the cold edge of the gun into her cunt. they thrust lightly, moving their strap to rest along the woman's clit between her legs, slickness leaking and lubing both the gun and the hard dick.

robber butch that slaps the still pink cheek of the woman bent in front of them, other hand thrusting the gun harder into her pussy, beg for my dick like the worthless slut you are. they pull the glove out of her mouth and the woman whimpers out a string please oh god please fuck me with your cock please please please, legs squirming against the ropes, sharp breaths with every thrust of the thick cold pistol.

robber butch that pulls the gun away, a string of cum sticking to it before falling against the back of the woman's thigh. they move the strap into it's place, with one quick thrust they shove the length of it into the woman's wet sloppy cunt. she lets out a drawn out whine that turns into a gasp as they pull out and thrust again.

robber butch that whips the woman's ass with the gun with each hard thrust, leaving rough red marks from the hard metal, eliciting more and more sobs and shudders against their thick strap. look at you taking all of me, so cockhungry you just couldn't wait to take it all, fucking pitiful. they thrust harder, digging their hips into the flesh of the woman's ass, pushing their cock deeper and deeper into her sloppy pussy. id fucking love to get you pregnant.

robber butch that can feel the woman squirm under them, fighting against her binds and the heft of their body, moaning helplessly into the mattress. they speed up their pace, pounding her against the side of the bed, dropping the gun next to the woman's body as they grip her hips hard, surely leaving more bruises. the sighs and groans are the only thing either of them can hear, so close to their own releases, jutting into each other. fucking back into the thrusts and looking over her shoulder, the woman babbles out a g-gonna cum i gotta, hngh-more moans, more high pitched weak uh uh uh uh uh uhs

robber butch that keeps their pace, inching closer and closer to a release themselves with the friction from the harness on their clit. that's fuckin it baby just like that, bounce on it and cum for me babes. with a few more quick, hard thrusts, they're both gasping and panting, letting orgasms roll through the two of them, grinding against each other and whining, riding the release out. the woman writhes and twists, legs bending and fighting against their restraints.

robber butch that pulls out and tucks the strap back into their pants, zipping up and straightening their clothes. they whip out the box cutter and cut the woman free of the tape and rope. her limbs shakily stretch out as the lets out a tired groan, are you gonna leave?

robber butch that smirks to themselves, cant supposed you'd let me stay, i am stealing from you after all. the woman is too fucked out to comprehend much, and hums a soft dismissal before falling into a sleep.

robber butch that tucks the woman in, folding the duvet over her naked, bruised, body. they shut the lights off in the bathroom and gathers their things, tucking the gun back into their waistband and shoving tape and rope into their backpack. with one last look at the sleeping lady, they lurk out of the house, back through the garage door leading to the backyard and walks confidently through the forest back to their car in the parking lot. when they get inside, they pull the cash they grabbed from the safe, $5,600, jesus christ. it was enough to take care of the bills for at least a little bit. this is before pawning off and selling all of the jewelry and watches.

robber butch that feels a sudden ping of guilt. you should return the jewelry. they shake their head, just because she was a good lay doesn't mean she deserves her stuff back. right? shit, im going back tomorrow aren't i?

robber butch that heads back to their apartment, happy with the multiple success from tonight, but ultimately tired. they step in the shower and scrub the sweat and grime off of themselves. drying themselves, they throw on a pair of boxers and collapse in their bed, sleepy, content, drifting quickly into a dream-filled sleep, thinking of the woman in all of her glory, and all of the things they'd do to her the next night.

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