It’s pitch dark in this room, but the catburgler was here earlier as an undisguised and formally invited dinner guest, remembers the layout, knows her way around. By day she is an ordinary hausfrau, a mother of teenage girls, but right now she is a sophisticated, masked sex icon, a mistress of darkness and stealth.
Her sensitive fingers turn the knob of the wall safe; quietly, the tumblers click inside.
It took me more time to get into this rubber catsuit than it will take me to get into this safe, she purrs to herself. She turns the handle, swings the door open. She bends forward into the safe a little. The shiny black rubber on her big firm ass expands as she does so, the rubber squeaks a little.
There it is: the priceless and gigantic ivory dildo. She smiles in smug delight. Perhaps, when she takes it home she thinks, she will even play with it a little before she sells it.
But she does not know that she has already been outwitted.
Poised behind her, in the small but determined hand of the mansion’s lowly maid is a common toilet plunger; that length of the handle not in her hand is covered with crazy glue.
Against the shiny black rubber of the burglar’s large and unsuspecting bum the open mouth of the plunger makes an obscene and voluptuous farting sound as the little maid pushes it home. Emitting a cry of confusion, the catburglar instantly stands upright, reaches back, discovers the handle of the plunger with both hands.
And now she’s fucked.
It’s a little heartbreaking, actually, the speed and inevitability with which she is reduced from the powerful and sophisticated feline to a shocked and confused cartoon rubber cat, yanking desperately on the strange thing stuck to her bottom. “Wh-who’s there?” she cries, tottering about the room on her great-heeled boots, her suit squeaking at the strain of her yanking, her great rubbery cheeks bouncing this way and that as she strives desperately for freedom and dignity.
And the maid can’t stop laughing, laughing in the dark. “Oh you stupid, big-assed bitch. You look ridiculous. Well, I may as well call the police now.”
“Please don’t call the police,” begs the burglar in sudden panic, “I’ll do anything.”
The maid reaches up (for she is much shorter than her victim) and whispers something shocking in her ear.
“Oh!” cries the catburgler, shocked.
The little maid laughs. “That or the clink, my dear.”
Nervously, the catburglar bites her lower lip, reluctantly nods her assent.
With one hand the maid reaches into the safe for the dildo, with the other she slowly unzips the nice, plump cunt of the catsuit.
“OH!” interjects the burglar, closing her eyes, biting her lip again. The full, fat lips of her mature vagina push forth from the open zipper.
“Are you a lesbian, my love?” asks the maid.
“Well, let’s see if we might change that…” And then, feigning second thoughts, “well, I don’t know. Perhaps this is unethical. Maybe I’ll just call the police. I’ll leave your cunt hanging out, of course…”
The maid laughs. “Beg me.”
“Beg me to fuck you then, with this dildo, if you don’t want the police to see your sweaty pussy.”
“Oh come, now. You can do better than that.”
“Please fuck me. Fuck me with that big dildo… uh… please shove it in my pussy and …”
“Oh my god! You’re wet, aren’t you?”
“I am not!”
The maid explores with a finger, presses the evidence to the burglar’s mouth. Oh yes you are.”
The burglar giggles and babbles with shame.
“You didn’t really think I was going to blackmail you into sex, did you?” says the maid. “Shame on you, catburglar. Actually, I will just free you and let you go. You can even take the dildo–in your hands that is. I’ll get the solvent. The dildo isn’t mine, anyway. And it’s insured…”
“What the fuck? But you were going to…” wide-eyed with disappointment.
The maid laughs out loud. “Tricked you dear. I know what you want! Now you still have to beg for it!”
The maid laughs, the blacksuited cat thief begs for sex. And just as the maid touches the priceless dildo to the priceless cunt she whispers in her victim’s ear: “don’t be an idiot. This is just cat and mouse. And I’m the cat. As soon as you got your big ass in the window I was going to take your pussy no matter what.” And with that, she slowly pushes the dildo home, deep, deep, all the way home. And then she plays with the cat’s clit for a while, and then she slowly zips her pussy back into its bulging rubber container.
The cat totters on her heels, drooling, on the verge of orgasm, cunt stuffed with ivory. With one last squeeze of her cunt the maid makes her come. And when she has come, the maid takes her downstairs, still bound by the humiliating plunger, and sets her free out the front door, where she staggers down the street stopping to groan and come here and there, tottering down the street to where her ride awaits her.