Dangers of Being a Female Thief

As the clock struck midnight, Angela crept into the facility in the poorly-guarded military camp, having accessed it from a broken wire fence with a huge gaping hole - hidden by a wooden platform conveniently leaning on it. The duty personnel on patrol weren't even aware.

The entrance from the facility brought her into a long corridor. There were two doors, one on the left wall at the middle of the corridor and also the door to the library at the far end - Her target destination. Given the building layout that her employers handed her, both doors were usually unlocked - Everything hinges on those patrolling conscripts, who don't get paid enough to bother about this shit, to prevent intruders from entering the camp in the first place. She could wait inside the first room for a while to make sure the coast is clear, then hop into the library, grab the item and get out.

Something unexpected happened. The door to the first room opened when she was about to reach out for the handle. She gasped at the sight of another person in it, and before she could react he hushed her and dragged her into the room before closing it.

"The hell are you doing here?" Bob whispered to Angela under the dimly lit room. He was surprised to see another intruder sneaking in around here from the darkened glass window.

"What are you here for?" She asked hesitantly, wondering if this stranger was a rival freelancer going after the same thing.

"The PX40133 model prototype, you?"

"Oh. I'm looking for a thumbdrive from the computer archives."

"The library, right?" Bob asked, and Angela nodded in response.

"Maybe we could help each other out," He suggested. She at least sounded kind of hot.

"We still have some time before work, why not get to know each other first? Oh... Nice ass by the way," Bob continued, using what he thought were charming lines. His eyes had wandered down to that shapely looking bottom of hers, as far as he could tell in the darkness anyway.

Angela rolled her eyes. That was a first, being sexually harassed as a thief.

Very unprofessional behavior on his part and a distraction from work. The proper "protocol" was to avoid the likes of him and carry on with the mission. No HR to report this behavior, right?

"Certainly not! I'm going now." Angela snapped and left the room for the library.

"No, wait!"

Bob cursed silently. The guards on Saturdays always patrol the library at around this time. Like most well-meaning gentlemen, he was about to warn her but Angela had already left the room in a haste.

If she got caught by the guards, chances are they would catch him too. Bob had no choice but to follow Angela into the library as well. She switched on the lights after locking the door behind her.

"Fuck, we need to find a place to hide, the guards would be here any minute," Bob stared around the room. He spotted the engine model he was looking for, but that's for nothing if he got caught. With a stroke of luck, he saw the open rooftop window accessible from a table below it. He returned his attention back to Angela to see how she looked with the lights on.

She was undoubtedly a professional, dressed not in that shiny impractical catsuit in movies, but loose black clothing that still showed off her tight slender body where she worked out a lot to achieve it. Agility is after all a necessity for a professional thief. Her neck length black hair was slicked back and behind her ears, making it easier to move around quickly without distracting her sight. She had a plain-looking albeit not ugly face. Make-up is not necessary at all for this job, and that was partly why Angela liked it. A job where she would be judged not on her physical attractiveness but her skills, befitting her status as a strong independent woman.

For the first time, he noticed the curves of her pert, firm ass emerging as she bent over the bottom shelves rummaging through old junk. He couldn't see any panty lines on those leggings. That soft black fabric covering up her big round ass looked so thin and fragile, he so much wanted to tear them open and ravish her on the spot.

As Bob warned earlier, the footsteps of the guards suddenly echoed just outside of the room along with their voices, much to Angela's alarm. All that stealth was about to be at risk of being irrelevant.

"I told you so!" Bob hissed.

He silently motioned to Angela to follow him. Getting up on the table, he easily reached the rooftop and pulled himself through the open window, he helped Angela through it as well, just in time when the door unlocked and a pair of young soldiers stepped in chit-chatting. The two thieves were positioned just outside and away from the rooftop window, with Angela lying right on top of Bob. She couldn't move away from him: Besides that small concrete platform they lay on, the entire rooftop was lined with old wooden deck tiles - A person's weight might produce audible creaking sounds.

With this stranger being so physically close to her, that years-ago distant memory of her superior re-emerges. She recalled when working as his assistant, he sometimes breathed down her neck at work as he attempted to proposition her for some... favours. That was why she chose being a freelancer over a stupid desk job. Angela prayed hard that these guards leave as soon as possible.

"Don't make a sound," Bob whispered softly in her ear as his hand moved to her breasts, massaging them.

"The hell are you doing?" Angela whispered back in shock, feeling that same hand slide into the thin material of her black shirt. His other hand was unmistakably moving over her lithe and curvy figure, caressing her nice round booty. This jerk was moving from verbal harassment into physical territory now. She could feel something hard poking her ass and realized that was Bob's hard-on, still hidden under his pants. She made a silent groan of dismay.

"Shhh, I don't think you want the guards to know we are here," Bob reminded her as he took advantage of the situation.

"No bra, I likey." He teased, pinching her nipples. What's worse for Angela was that she could hear the oblivious guards dawdle and make idle chatter in the library. They seemed to be taking their break in this place itself.

"Stop it," Angela ordered. Bob just ignored her and pulled her shirt up and over her arms.

Bob did not stop there after he flung her black shirt away. With absolute silence, he shifted on top of her. Ignoring her angered look, he pulled off her shoes and flung them into the far distance. Then he stood over her and tugged at her loose leggings, pulling it off her legs. That left her completely naked. Bob was surprised that she wasn't wearing panties either, exposing her well-trimmed pussy. His eyes traced back to her slender figure and that cute natural pair of tits, which stirred something in his pants.

His hands were all over her body. One hand slid up her thigh, squeezing and circling around that ass cheek of hers before sliding down to her pussy. Fingers felt up the shape of her lips and gently massaged her clit. In time her pussy became moist, and he could feel that on his fingers. His mouth even moved down to take her sensitive nipple in it, sucking, nibbling, and licking it, making it erect. While her vulnerable body was responding to his foreplay, she dared not resist, which would risk alerting the people down below. If only this job had policies against sexual harassment and assault... She was on her own here.

Just as she was about to get into it, her ears picked up the welcome sound of the guards stepping out and closing the door after them. A relieved Angela softly growled and pushed Bob away. She was still naked, but the mission must be completed regardless of what happened to her. She rolled back, peeking through the rooftop window to confirm the guards were gone, and then she landed softly on the table upon which she resumed her search on the computer archives. Bob followed suit.

Having earlier on already found what his employers wanted him to steal, Bob had his sight set on an additional target, a deliciously naked one and ready for taking.

There she was, bent over a table reaching out to the old shelves behind it, her bouncy ass poking out in his direction.

Bob had taken his pants off and was stroking his cock at that beautiful sight of her exposed butt. Nothing wrong for a man to do so, and everything wrong if a woman protested to being appreciated this way. The reason Angela wasn't complaining was because she was still completely oblivious to what was happening behind her.

"Found it!" She excitedly muttered when she spotted the thumbdrive in one of the cardboard boxes filled with computer accessories.

Then she remembered she had no pockets for it. That was the least of her worries. Without warning, she was pressed on her back while a strong force pulled both her hands back. In no time Bob pinned her down on the table and tied her hands up with rope he conveniently found lying around.

With one hand on her tied wrists and another copping a feel on her ample wide ass, Bob carried his struggling prize to the couch nearby. He threw her onto it.

"The fuck?" Angela hissed as she sat up from the couch. She refrained from crying out too loud in case that alerts the guards. She was also mortified but with her hands tied she could not cover herself.

"I saved you from the guards. Now you owe me."

"What kind of fucking logic is that?!"

"Do you want to finish your mission, or do you want to get caught?"

"You asshole. What do you want?" As if Angela didn't already know.

"Suck my cock. You won't feel so guilty since you can't resist me."

Bob stood, his erect cock nearly poking her face. Angela groaned, but opened her mouth anyway. Such is the power imbalance between Bob who had the advantage of the situation at hand, and Angela who had to yield to him... A second reminder that she went the freelancer route to avoid predatory men. And yet there she was, still forced to submit to someone who wasn't even her boss at all.

Bob gently caressed Angela's head. It has been a long while since he got a woman to do a no-hands blowjob on him. She initially closed her eyes but Bob insisted that she open them and make eye contact with him. Her tongue slid under the length of his cock, stimulating its sensitive underside gradually. When it grew to full length from his arousal, she took the length of his penis and began sucking on it intently. Bob moaned as he stared down. Who would have thought that stealing from the military camp would yield the bonus of a hot bitch blowing him? So for the next few minutes she glowered at him while sucking him off until he became ready at full mast.

"Gross," Angela pulled the fully erect cock out of her mouth for a breather. Her mistake. Bob grabbed her shoulders and re-positioned her kneeling on the floor with her head resting against the couch. His cock flopped against her bare ass, and he playfully slapped their cheeks around, mesmerized at that perfect curvy bottom bouncing.

"I suppose you prefer a good fucking then."

"You're not fucking me," She gritted between her teeth in anger, arguing from what was clearly a very weak, completely vulnerable position.

"Feel free to cry out for help then," He whispered back.

But they both knew she couldn't, not with her mission at stake. Taking action against the perpetrator would create further trouble for her. Angela did her best to hide her gasp of shock and initial pain as he grabbed her hips and dived into her pussy without warning. How tight he filled her up! He fucked her with slow, methodical strokes, watching her fanny shake from his thrusts, clearly intending to make this moment last. She fought back her tears, trying to endure the discomfort of being forced like this, but also to hide the pleasure that stealthily crawled into her senses.

But as much as her mind hated it, her body was telling a different thing. She was welcoming his cock, and she felt herself getting close. She shut her eyes: No, no, I'm not cumming for this bastard.

Then he pressed on her clit and rubbed it hard as he pounded her. Her resistance broke, she breathed hard and audibly as she went on the edge. Bob too began thrusting faster, while his other hand moved from her hip to cover her mouth - Just in case she might involuntarily scream from any incoming orgasm she was about to feel. As such he pressed his body against her hard, savouring his hips' contact against her jiggling ass while her smooth skin slipped against his hands.

A set of particularly brutal thrusts at one point eventually pushed her into ecstasy - As much as she didn't want to, her muffled moans behind Bob's hand were proof of her cumming. It has been years for her! Maybe it was true. All work and no play makes Angela a dull girl.

He just loved how she's responding to his cock, and he too can feel his own release coming along.

"Oh yes, baby, I'll fill you up!" He gasped and exhaled into her ear, which made her squirm even as she continued to bask in her euphoria.

Bob's strokes became more frenzied, his breathing ragged. She could almost feel his cock swelling inside of her, right before he gasped and erupted inside of her, just when she was coming down from her orgasm. These two fooled around at great risk in the forbidding silence of this military facility.

Angela's face slumped down on the couch breathing hard. Bob put his pants back on first before releasing her from her bonds. Her fine ass still poked out for Bob's visual enjoyment. Angela stared up at Bob's smug look in helpless anger for being forced to enjoy this. Typical woman, finding fault no matter what.

"I suppose you want to report me to the authorities. Good luck," He lightly chuckled before he re-opened the door and crept out with what he came for.

Angela herself slowly stood up and recollected her thoughts. She found what she was looking for, and... She also found the thumbdrive. She stepped out of the room. No one was in the corridor but she understandably hesitated running to the building exit without clothes. She eventually had to make the run though. Not only that, the next problem was figuring how to escape the camp while butt-naked. Alternatively, she might want to search for the clothes Bob threw around this building and risk getting caught by the young soldiers, whom she heard could be one horny bunch. Bending over for these boys seemed like a fair trade now.