It should have been an easy job.
My partner and I had watched the place for weeks. Big house on the edge of town, family gone for the weekend, quiet street. We waited until almost midnight, cut the power to the cameras, and slipped in through the side door. The alarm system was already off. That should have been our first warning.
We found the safe in the living room and cracked it in under forty minutes. Cash, jewelry, a couple of watches. We were packing everything into the bag when my partner suddenly froze and held up a hand.
“Listen.”
From upstairs came the unmistakable sound of a bedframe creaking and a woman moaning.
“Fuck. Someone’s home,” I whispered.
He just grinned.
“Let’s go see who.”
I wanted to leave. We already had the money. But he was already moving up the stairs, quiet as a cat, so I followed.
The noises were coming from the last bedroom on the right. The door was half open. Inside, a teenage kid — couldn’t have been more than seventeen — was fucking a girl hard. She was tied to the headboard by her wrists. Still wearing a short plaid skirt, white socks, and an open school blouse. Small, dark-haired, skinny, with a surprisingly full pair of tits bouncing with every thrust.
My partner stepped into the room and flipped the light on.
The kid barely had time to look up before my partner had him face-down on the mattress with his wrists tied to the bedpost using the same rope that had been on the floor. The girl started screaming. My partner just laughed.
“Look at this little slut,” he said. “All dressed up like a schoolgirl and already getting railed on a Friday night.”
I was already hard. Something about the way she was tied, the fear in her eyes, the wet shine between her thighs… it hit me harder than anything had in a long time.
I dropped my pants, climbed onto the bed, and grabbed a fistful of her hair.
“Open up.”
She shook her head, tears starting. My partner pulled a pistol from his jacket and rested it against her temple.
“Do what he says or this gets a lot uglier.”
She opened her mouth. I pushed in deep on the first stroke. She gagged hard, but I didn’t ease up. I fucked her throat while my partner freed one of her hands and wrapped it around his own cock.
“Stroke it, bitch.”
She did. Poorly at first, then better once he twisted her nipple hard enough to make her cry out around my dick.
After a few minutes we switched. He took her mouth and I moved behind her. Her cunt was dripping. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit and she actually pushed back against me. That pissed me off. I didn’t want her eager. I wanted her broken.
So I lined up against her tight little asshole instead.
She panicked immediately.
“No—please—not there—I’ve never—”
I pushed.
The scream that tore out of her was pure and raw. My partner pulled out of her mouth just so we could hear it better. I kept forcing my way in, inch by inch, until my balls were pressed against her ass. She came hard while I was still stretching her open, body shaking, juices running down her thighs.
After that she stopped fighting.
I fucked her ass while my partner used her mouth. She was a mess of spit, tears, and ruined makeup, still half-dressed in that little schoolgirl outfit, one wrist still tied to the bed. Every time I bottomed out she made these broken, high-pitched noises that only made me harder.
My partner eventually got bored of her mouth. He dragged the kid over, forced him onto all fours next to the girl, and started working his cock into the boy’s ass. The kid screamed even louder than the girl had. His dick was rock-hard the entire time.
We kept going until both of us were close. I pulled out of the girl’s ass, flipped her onto her back, and buried myself in her cunt. My partner pushed the kid down on top of her so he was forced to fuck her ass while getting fucked himself. The girl came again, loud and shameless, while the kid just sobbed and thrust.
We finished inside them — me in her cunt, my partner in the boy’s ass — then wiped off on their clothes, grabbed the bag of money and jewelry, and left them tied up on the bed.
The whole thing had taken less than an hour.
Best score we ever pulled.
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