A Burglar in my Back Passage

I took another look at the window, I saw the older man, slightly overweight, he looked somewhere between the ages of my dad and my granddad, the younger man had his back to me but he turned before the lights changed and my dad started driving again, the same man that had upset me in Simpson's antiques, I'd need to see if Mark had put any more thought into how we could get into Peter Fenton-Williams's house and upset his cosy little life.

I paid for dinner, it was the first time in my life that I'd been able to treat my father to anything significant like a meal and even then it was a fight to get him to let me pay. On our drive home my dad mentioned that my mother had told him to invite me for Sunday lunch the following day, the busses would be murder on a Sunday, "I'll come if you'll give me a lift home after and take a bag of my clothes and washbag with you, I'll run over to you, have a shower and get changed, have dinner and a nice afternoon with you and mum and you can take me home when you want to get rid of me."

"You can't run all the way from your flat to our house, that's at least twelve miles!"

"Nine miles over the footpaths, I was running that distance from the age of nine years old!"

I left my dad sitting in his car while I ran in the house, I grabbed an overnight bag, put a nice virginal white dress in the bag and 'normal' shoes, or as normal as I owned and my spongebag with one of my nice bath sheets because my towels were much larger and far softer than my parent's towels.

When I went out to drop the bag in the back seat of my dad's car Colin was chatting through my dad's window with him, Colin looked confused, he'd been out shopping in town for a few hours, when he left home my dad's car was still parked outside my house and when he got back from the shops, the only change was that my dad was sitting in the driver's seat with the engine running.

I stood on one side of my dad's car and Col stepped away from my dad's door as my father drove away, Colin came over to me and said, "What about that drink now, are you free?"

I waved one last time and smiled at Col, "Sure, do you want to drop your shopping off first?"

"No, nothing perishable, I'll just drop it off inside your front door and pick it up after we've finished!"

Col followed me up the stairs, he hung back just a little bit, I looked back, just a flick of my eyes and spotted Colin's eyes were firmly fixed under the back of my dress, and of course I was totally naked under my dress so he got another eye-full of my gooddies. Col followed me into the kitchen, "Hot or cold drink Col?"

"Coffee please darling."

I started to fill the kettle and Colin stepped in close to my back, he put his hand on my right shoulder and massaged the large trapezius muscle across the back of my neck. "So, how do we go about this darling, do you give me a list of services and the price or do I have to say what I'd like and you tell me how much it'll cost me?"

I turned to face Colin, my nose was just a fraction of an inch from his, "You think that I'm a hooker Col?"

He was leaning in to kiss me but stopped in his tracks, "I'm not a whore Col, I just had lunch with my dad in a very nice little restaurant on the Wellingborough Road."

"Your dad, shit! He must think I'm some kind of fucking idiot, I was congratulating him on his obvious sexual prowess, I mean, I saw the girl from downstairs, all she was wearing was a dressing gown and your dad, your dad let her in and I didn't see her leave, I mean, I know she's definitely a whore, I see her customers coming and going at all times of the day and night. And you, you don't work, you leave the house at weird times of the night, I just assumed...God, I... I mean don't, for fuck's sake don't tell your dad!"

Col was three feet away from me by the time he stopped spluttering through his apology, I had seen the outline of his cock in his trousers change from a ramrod hard lion trying to peek out above his belt to a terrified little mouse trying to hide under his own balls. The kettle chose that moment to boil and I poured it into the Cafetière and fitted the lid with the filter plunger lid and then got two mugs out of the cupboard, Col looked a little shocked, "Are you still making me a cup of coffee?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Well, I just called you a prostitute for a start."

"There are worse things you could have called me, at least prostitution is an honourable profession that gives customers value for money, I'd have been unhappy if you'd have called me a politician!"

I put both hands on the plunger of the Cafetière and slowly pushed it down, I was facing the counter but my eyes were flicked over to the side so I could see Colin in my peripheral vision, he was back to checking out my legs and backside and his cock started to show an interest again. "Milk and sugar?"

"Milk and two please."

I put milk in my coffee and two sugars along with the milk in Col's coffee. "So Colin, you came over here to fuck me then?"

"Well, I did, I didn't expect to get it for free, I've brought a hundred quid with me!"

"Well, the thing is, when I climbed over the roof earlier I strained all of the muscles in my sides and across my back, my dad was reluctant to give me a massage, you know, being my father and all so I had to ask Kelly from downstairs to come up and do it for me, if you are willing to massage liniment into my back and sides to help ease my aching muscles, I'll massage your cock to help you to get rid of your ache as well, what do you say?"

Colin's look of uncertainty suddenly changed to a lecherous grin, "Well, a fuck would be far better but a wank for a massage, that seems a very neighbourly thing to do and a fair exchange!"

"Well, let's go through to the living room and drink our coffee and then we'll go to my gym for mutual massage!"

Coffee didn't take long, we had an 'Earthy' chat, Colin brought up sex many times as we drank our coffee and then, when we were both finished I guided Col through to my gym, "Where do you sleep, I thought this would be your bedroom."

"I originally thought this could be my guest bedroom, I did a loft conversion, my bedroom is in the attic, along with my en suite bathroom and walk-in wardrobe come dressing room."

"Fucking hell, your flat is better than my house, is that a bathroom over the passageway?"

"Yes, a full, family sized, six piece bathroom on this level and my en suite is just a large walk-in shower."

I stripped my dress off and climbed onto the workout bench face down on the towel that had been left covering it from earlier, "You can strip off as well if you like Colin, it'll be easier for me to massage you when you've finished massaging me!"

Colin wasn't anywhere near as frightened to break me as my dad was, Colin git his fingers and thumbs deep down to the aching muscles and when Colin's fingertips brushed against the sides of my breasts he didn't back away, he went further and slipped his fingers under my body to grab hand's full of my breasts.

"Okay Col, your turn now, you hop up on the workbench and I'll look after that lump for you."

Colin lay on his back on top of my workbench and I started my usual jiggling of his balls with my left hand while I worked on his cock with my right hand. Colin asked me to rub my tits against his cock, I used my tits to give gentle massage to his cock and balls, most men I thought would just want to get to the end game as quickly as possible if they were being masturbated, they weren't like girls, they couldn't have a hundred orgasms in an hour, they were usually a one shot gun but Colin didn't seem to be in any hurry and when I started to get bored just crushing my tits against his groin I asked him if he was ready to cum yet.

"Can I rub my cock against a different part of your body if I promise to cum quickly?"

"What part of my body?"

"Your bum!"

"I don't do anal sex!"

"Not up your bum, just against it! The thing is, because of the dangers of pregnancy and the mess when a wife was on her monthly, men round here tend to like to use a woman's bottom almost as much as her cunt!"

"Okay, how do you want me?"

"Stand up, keep your feet close together and just bend over here," he patted the edge of the bench.

"Okay, get off then."

I stood facing my workbench with my hips pressing against it and Colin moved in behind me. He started out with me standing upright and he was kissing around the back of my neck as he rubbed his cock against my buttocks slowly. As he got more excited the speed and pressure of his cock against my bum increased and he started to lean his chest against my shoulders pushing me forward slightly over the workbench. He reached around my hips and started to massage my clit as his cock rubbed even faster, I reached an orgasm in a flash and my chest fell against the towel and Colin was gasping as well, his knees bent and he straightened again and my legs opened slightly so that Colin's fingers could get inside my cunt and he bent his knees again but this time, when Colin straightened his legs his cock wasn't pressing into the soft flesh of my buttocks, it had slipped into the valley between them and as he growled and grunted into his orgasm his cock head was pressing very hard against my anal muscle, his semen was injected under high pressure into my arsehole, the small spasms that his muscles went through as he fired off and the fact that I was climaxing hard as well caused my anal muscle to clench and relax and as it did the head of his cock popped inside and I suddenly pushed back against him to try and push him off but it just increased the depth that his cock went into my anus.

Colin wrapped his arms around me and held me against him, he whispered, "Stop struggling, just relax, it won't go up any further."

When Colin was happy that I'd stopped struggling he slid his right hand down over my stomach and reached into my pussy again, he rubbed me into a very rapid orgasm and I could actually feel my anal muscle clenching and relaxing around his cock as I gasped through my orgasm again and as I did I felt Colin's cock slowly growing hard inside my bum. He wasn't just growing hard, he was growing into my arse, very slowly, almost imperceptibly I was drawing his slowly hardening cock further into my body.

Colin masturbated me until he was fully hard and his cock was full depth inside of me, "Why don't you just lean forward, relax and let me fuck your arsehole properly Victoria, Don't think of it as weird or unusual, your mum and dad do it all the time or you'd have seven brothers and sisters by now!"

Colin was right, I'd actually seen my parents using the anal birth control method shortly before I'd left home, 'Well, he's already all the way in me, he's already shot his load in me so what is it really going to cost me more than I've already paid, just a little extra discomfort for a few minutes until he gets off again!' I thought to myself as I lowered my upper body back against the towel covered workbench.

Colin held my hips in both hands and he slowly pulled an inch of his cock out of my bottom before returning it again even slower until his balls reached my perineum. He repeated the cycle fifty times, the only change was that on the outward stroke he pulled back a fraction of an inch further each time until I felt the ridge of his glands pop past my anal muscle before he returned his cock to the starting point again. This time instead of pulling straight back again he rested his hips against my bottom and bent over my back; he pulled my face to one side and kissed me on my lips.

"I'm about to start fucking you properly, it shouldn't hurt you any more than it already has but if it does get too much to bear shout out, if I can I'll stop, if I can't, just count it as part of the price a girl has to pay to broaden her sexual horizons."

Colin stood up quickly while I was still processing his words and he began fucking my arse as if it was my cunt. I didn't think it could be possible but I discovered yet another form of orgasm, totally different to any of the forms I'd experienced in my life before, far more painful than I thought any pleasure could possibly be.

Eventually Colin fell against my back crushing me into the workbench as he gasped and grunted through his orgasm and I felt his semen flooding through my bowels. He lay against my back until he got his breath back. My body was slowly expelling his flaccid cock and I suddenly remembered my mother, after I saw my father fucking her in her arse she ran for the toilet holding a tissue against her arsehole. I felt Colin's cock about to slip out and realised that I didn't have any tissues so I jerked Colin off of my back and I ran for my toilet and got to the seat just before the first jet of liquid flew out of my arse.

Well, at least I knew that if I ever had constipation in my life, I needn't worry about senna pods, I just needed to call on Colin, his cock up my bum and a gallon of slippery semen injected into my bowels would clear any blockage.

Colin was fully dressed when he walked into my bathroom, "I'm sorry if I overstepped my invitation lass, please don't be mad at me, it's in the nature of man to want to explore an un-trodden path, here..." Colin offered me the one hundred pounds that he'd brought with him to pay for sex, "...buy yourself something pretty to remember your first experience of Sodom!"

I didn't need the money; in fact I'd pass it over to Kelly for looking after my dad earlier so I took it anyway. Colin bent forward and tilted my head back and he kissed me tenderly on the lips, "I do hope you'll invite me over again soon darling! I'll let myself out; you'll be busy there for a few minutes yet."

He was right; I ended up sitting on the toilet for over thirty minutes, every time I tried to get out of the saddle I felt another rumble inside and another rockslide into the pan. I kept an eye on the men coming and going from Kelly's flat and when I saw a gap in her business, I pulled my dress on over my head and ran down to her flat remembering to take my front door key with me. I thanked her for looking after my father earlier and I gave her the money that Colin had given me, we had a coffee together before her mobile phone rang, "Straight is sixty, anal add twenty, any other kinks we can disc...just round the corner, okay, I'll see you in five minutes!"

I was already on my feet and heading for the door, we kissed on her doorstep as her customer walked down her path, as her door closed I heard the man ask if I was available as well. I smiled to myself and thought, 'Men!' As I walked around the building, passing Kelly's bedroom just as she was closing her curtains, the man was already naked, Kelly gave me a smile as she closed the drapes.

I could hear the sounds of energetic sex as I closed my front door and shut all trace of noise out, thanking my decision to put in extra soundproofing as well as thermal insulation, especially on days when Kelly was busy.

Mark and I were working in the early hours of Monday morning so I'd gone to bed straight after leaving Kelly, just a little job at a large country house, it was a contract job, Mark had been asked to steal a painting, well, less steal a painting and more, taking a musty old moth eaten painting and replacing it with a brand new painting, a fair exchange I thought. My task was to get in through a third floor window, get through to the front door and let Mark in. Help him swap out the painting from the frame and put it back, then lock the front door again and make my way out the way I'd got in. The whole point of the job was that the owners of the house never knew that we'd been there and Mark and I were good at that.

I was still sleeping at noon when my mobile phone rang, I checked the screen, it was, my father calling me, that was unusual to say the least. I woke myself as quickly as I could; I had to sound like I'd been functioning for several hours already. My dad was upset, he wanted to see me and he couldn't wait until six o'clock, he wanted to meet me right away. "I can be in the cafe in Market Street by about five past one, I'm on one till two for lunch today," I lied.

I dressed in my office junior outfit as quickly as I could and dragged a brush through my hair before running the back streets into town. I waited around the corner for ten minutes until five past one. My father had ordered me a bacon and fried egg sandwich for my lunch and a coffee. I'd have to run a few more miles to wear off that many calories, I really did need to keep my trim figure as a professional burglar.

"So, what has upset you so much dad?"

"I told you that I was having a meeting with the finance manager of Fenton Engineering today didn't I?"

I nodded my head as I took a bite from my sandwich and, Oh My God! I'd forgotten just how good fried food could taste!

"Well, he wants another thirty days to pay my company what he owes us, he showed me a photograph of you, totally naked apart from a necklace, he also pointed out the same necklace in a display cabinet in his office in front of a picture of Queen Victoria wearing the same pendant. He hinted that if his company were forced into paying sooner he might have to sell some of his assets, including his collection of trinkets and photographs, he also hinted that the photograph of you in the nude was the least disgusting of the photographs he had of you. He's blackmailing me into stopping our lawyers taking Fenton Engineering to court!"

Well, that put me off my beautiful sandwich, so Peter Fenton Williams had got his hands on the photographs that Walter Simpson had taken of me. And he was trying to use them to blackmail my father! I swallowed the mouthful of food I was eating, "Was I standing or sitting down in the photograph?"

"Standing op, why?"

"Well, because I did model for a photograph wearing a pendant and some of the photographs were topless but I was wearing my denim shorts and I was sitting down. I was paid to model and I signed a contract with the photographer, I read the contract carefully, they were to be used for the photographers own personal collection, they would not be sold on, altered in any way or retouched. The only exception to that usage clause was that the photographer could use the photographs if necessary for insurance claims following a loss."

My dad was shocked, and upset with me that I'd posed for topless photographs in the first place but even more upset that Fenton-Williams had got hold of them and doctored them to look far worse than they should have looked.

I took another mouth full of my lunch but it didn't taste so good anymore. I took my phone from my hand bag and dialled Mark's number, "I'm sorry sir but I need to book an afternoon's holiday at short notice."

There was a long pause while Mark tried to work out what I was going on about and it dawned on him that I must be with someone that thought I was working as a clerical trainee; he put on a gruff voice, "Are you in the middle of anything that needs clearing up?"

"No sir, I finished delivering the mail and all of the filing, I was going to do some data inputting this afternoon but it can wait until tomorrow afternoon, I have until Friday to get it all input."

"Okay, make sure you get your holiday form in first thing in the morning."

I hung up; my dad had heard enough of Mark's response to make him believe that I was calling into work. We ate our food and drank our coffee as quickly as possible. "You going back to work now?"

"No, I can't, I'm in no frame of mind to go into the office and have to explain why I don't have a check for half a million pounds!"

"Give me a lift then, I need to go to Simpson's antiques back in our village."

We drove into the village, the roads were too narrow to park on the road but fortunately Simpson's shop had a small car park at the back. We parked and we both looked at the back wall of the shop, there was a brand new door and frame and it looked like half of the rear wall of the shop had been rebuilt very recently. The old backdoor was oak and had been over a hundred years old, it had a letterbox set in the centre bar but the new door was covered in a skin of steel with two high security mortise locks, one at the top and the other at the bottom.