That would be the perfect spot. The two-floor house was in one of the city's most upscale neighborhoods, had little traffic and practically no employees. I had already seen an Audi leave and enter through the electronic gate a few times and another Italian car parked in the garage. I knew they had money.

A few valuables would be enough to keep me going for a few more months. It didn't even have to be big things: a pair of precious stone necklaces would have satisfied me. If I could find a safe, a branded watch, or electronics, I could go for more than a year.

But if we're going to be honest, - and I always prefer the truth because this field is risky enough for me to be lying to myself as well - I wasn't doing it for the money. My family's condition was not bad and my skills could easily be used in a more traditional job, given that I had a good education.

No, I did it for freedom.

Few things in life were better than the feeling of adrenaline coursing through my body at the moment of a robbery. Even fewer things were better than feeling like your head was planning a thousand and one alternatives in the strategy that guaranteed something would work. Almost nothing in life was better than that pit in my stomach of thinking that these rich people could be living well and still help the poorest, but they preferred to accumulate goods unnecessarily, and know that I was doing something to punish them. And absolutely NOTHING was better than knowing that the money I made from my ventures could help my mother one day have the courage to leave her abusive husband, on whom she depended financially.

You don't have to agree with my reasons or even understand them. In fact, it's even better if you don't agree, because I prefer less competition when searching for targets, if you know what I mean.

I had decided to watch the house closely for one more day, just in case. I had already noticed that its owner, a man in his 50s, left for work every day at the same time and only returned when night had fallen. The gardener came once a week, and he had already left the day before, so he wouldn't be back anytime soon. The cleaning lady came every other day and had just arrived, which meant I'd better attack when she wasn't there.

The only person I hadn't yet figured out the exact routine for was the filthy rich man's daughter. The girl must have been nearly 20 years old, being a little younger than me, but her schedule was weird and I hadn't had the chance to take a good look at her so far.

Not that that needed to be a problem. I've had situations with people involved, and I still managed to go unnoticed. These people hardly doubted that someone was going to disturb their peace, they didn't pay enough attention, and being silent enough, I managed to do what I had to do without raising any alarm.

But, of course, if she wasn't home, it would be even easier.

I waited for the man to get out in his Audi and turn the corner before sneaking through the electronic gate, which was still closing. Leaving would be easier, there was an intercom on the side that unlocked the pedestrian crossing, and it was absolutely silent.

I walked around the garden, taking care to check through the windows that the cleaning lady was in the kitchen and wouldn't see me, so I could observe the girl properly. Her room, from what I could understand, was on the second floor. A tall tree full of branches would help me see it without being seen in return, and that's where I climbed.

I identified the girl lying face down on the bed, her feet up and a cell phone stuck to her ear. She painted her nails while listening to her interlocutor say something. The pompous room was minimally tidy, and apart from the notebook on a small table, I couldn't see any other valuable objects.

"There's no way, Julia. I've done everything, he just doesn't want to fuck me" she said, in a regretful tone. "I swear to God I'm so horny that at this rate I'm going to give it to the first person who passes by on the street".

I raised my eyebrows, impressed by the conversation. The spoiled girl was fiery, then. Now that I had finished my analysis of her room, I rested my eyes more calmly on her. She was wearing tiny denim shorts that left the flesh of her ass exposed. The shirt was thin and outlined the natural shape of her breasts, without a bra.

The motherfucker was hot as hell. The guy she was talking about with her friend had to be gay, because I would fuck that beautiful ass any day of the week.

Apparently tired of holding her cell phone between her neck and shoulder, she placed it on the bed and activated the speakerphone.

"And your father, Sierra? Are things any better?" the voice echoed through the speaker.

"No, honey... I can't stand him anymore" she sighed. "He believes money solves everything, that everything I want for my life is wrong, that cheating on others and gaining on it is what is right".

"You don't have to be a lawyer just because he wants you to".

"Tell that to him, who promised to disinherit me if I accepted the position that the Federal University offered me in Political Science".

"He will have a heart attack if you join a left-wing party" the girl laughed heartily.

"I know it's horrible to say this, but sometimes I just wish he had a taste of how unfair life is for some people, you know? If something bad happened to him maybe he would have more empathy".

I almost laughed to myself at the irony of that conversation. Something bad was going to happen to you father, girl, and very soon: he would be robbed. You can thank me later.

"Anyway, tomorrow I was thinking about going to leaflet for that animal NGO. What do you think?"

And so easily I had the information I was missing to guarantee that the plan would happen the next day, without fail.

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I arrived at the address with my backpack and mask in my pocket. I just needed to wait for everything to unfold in the right way and work would begin.

Sierra's car was no longer in the garage, she must have left earlier for her charity commitment. The gardener and the cleaning lady, who would already be working at that time, also were nowhere to be found, which meant that they wouldn't actually be going that day. Now we just had to wait for the rich asshole to leave too.

The electronic gate opened and I hid behind a bush, watching the Audi pass by shortly after.

Show time.

I put on my mask and went through the gate opening as I had done the day before. The front door was super easy to open, as I knew it would be, all it took was a box cutter and a staple and less than two seconds later it unlocked, with no signs that a key hadn't been used. I preferred it this way, rich people often took a long time to report stolen things, and a sign of a break-in would start a search that could turn out badly for me, even in disguise.

I went straight to the second floor, where they usually had the most valuable objects. I would go from room to room on the way out, that way I would make the most of my "stay". The owner of the house's closet was large and isolated, he had left the air conditioning on, like the handsome spender he certainly was. That device made a terrible noise. I started opening the drawers one by one, until I found the one with watches. Jackpot.

I spent some time analyzing them one by one to decide which ones to take and put in my backpack. Then, I found a few more things, the wedding ring that he didn't wear anymore, a silver reliquary, a wad of about a thousand dollars... The TV was very big, I would have a lot of work to carry, it wasn't worth it.

As I was thinking about this, I heard a sound in the hallway. I widened my eyes, worried about who it could be. I placed part of my masked face outside the bedroom door, looking carefully in the direction the noise had come from.

Other sounds came from a person walking in the next room. Holy shit, the girl was back. How long did it take me to analyze the watches?

I needed to pass in front of her room, which had the door open, if I wanted to go down to the first floor and get out. The chance of being seen was very, very high.

I waited a few more moments, hoping she would decide to take a shower or something. If she locked herself in the bathroom, I could go calmly. That, of course, didn't happen. I continued to hear her adjusting herself in bed, with the mattress creaking softly.

Maybe I should just approach her. It would be quicker for me to tie her up in the room, gag her, and sneak out. By the time they found her and called the police, I would be long gone.

I pushed the door with surgical calm, ensuring it wouldn't make a sound. At that point, I had been waiting there for at least 20 minutes, and I had no idea if the girl had just arrived when I heard her, or if it had been a while before that.

I tiptoed into the hallway, approaching her room. Through the open door, the sounds of the mattress being crushed continued, but now that I was closer I could hear another type of music coming from there.

Moans.

I took a second to fight with myself, using every mental curse I could remember. If she had company, maybe the boy she had mentioned in the call the day before, I was screwed. Tying up a small person is one thing, managing two hostages is quite another.

Well, now the shit was done.

The moans got a little louder, but I didn't hear the characteristic sound of hips slamming together. Either the guyfucked badly, or…

I leaned against the wall and turned my face slightly to look at the situation in the room.

Sierra was on all fours on the bed, her bare ass, striped of both clothes and pubes, was pointed right at the door. Her hand was lost beneath her own body and she rubbed her own swollen pussy with great enthusiasm. Her back arched and the other hand gripped the sheets beneath her tightly.

I took a deep breath at the scene. That woman was already delightful in her casual clothes, but like that she would make me completely lose my composure.

I thought about what to do. Her back was turned, I could pass by and get down, hopefully without being noticed, and get out before she was done. She kept getting wetter and more frustrated with her own fingers, which didn't seem to be enough to give her the relief she really wanted.

Needless to say, I thought about it for too long. My cock was hopelessly hard as steel.

I squeezed my colleague over his pants, uncomfortable. The mask was making it difficult to breathe. I turned my body a little more, trying to get a better look. I had no more excuses for being there, but I didn't have enough blood in my brain to process it with the necessary importance.

I put my dick out and started massaging it slowly. I wanted to see her breasts. See her face contorting in excitement. One step and I was inside her room, still silent. Her cries of pleasure became agonized, painful, she really wanted to cum and wasn't able to handle herself.

Who knows, maybe I could help…

Two more steps and I was standing next to her. Her ass was at the height of my hips, rolling and pushing in all directions, in unbridled desperation. I wanted to put it in there, slowly at first, then hard. I would move her bed out of place with ease, burying myself in those soggy folds.

I reached out a hand, ready to touch her, when I realized what I was doing.

Jail, Axel. You'll go to jail if you do that. Take a hint, man!

I was going to put my dick away and get out of there. I was really going to. It was completely decided.

But then… Sierra pushed herself further back and her ass pressed against me. On my dick, more specifically.

She screamed, throwing herself forward and turning over in bed at the same time, to face a dumbfounded me, with my pants down and my gaze fixed on my cock's head, which had become sticky with her juice.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Help!" she added one thing after another, trying to cover her wet pussy and her perky tits, which were swaying quickly in rhythm with her breathing.

"Calm down," I said, disconcerted "I won't hurt you".

"I'm going to call the police, you pervert!" the girl screamed, trying to reach her cell phone, on top of the pillow.

"Don't do that, it will be worse" I warned, extending a hand to keep her still in place, and she obeyed. "You weren't supposed to see me, but now it's too late".

"You touched me!" she accused, shifting her gaze between my eyes uncovered by the mask and my throbbing cock. "What are you going to do now?"

"I could just leave and we'll forget this ever happened. But then... you'll find a way to call the police, and I can't let them catch me" I thought out loud. The right thing to do would be to tie her up, as was the initial plan when I saw she was at home, so she would only be able to call for help when her father arrived and I was already far away.

"Please don't kill me. I swear I won't tell anyone. I'll do whatever you want!" she begged, although murder wasn't something that crossed my mind.

I frowned, considering whether I could trust her or whether it was better to tie her up anyway. My hands opened and closed in an anxious tic. I placed the backpack on the floor and started unzipping it, to see if I had a rope or duct tape, to help me decide.

Sierra must have thought I was looking for a gun, because she started pleading.

"Please! Anything, really!" she clasped her hands together, leaving her breasts and pussy free for my analysis again. That didn't help the situation with my dick, which was starting to give up, and suddenly felt more rigid than before.

She saw my lustful look, I know she did. Even when I found the duct tape by touch alone, it seemed like she had already made up her mind about something, even though the weapon had proven not to exist. Crawling across the bed to me again, she looked at me with her eyes wide open, very crystal clear.

"I can suck your cock. You would like that, right? And then promise not to do anything?"

I opened my mouth ready to deny it, because it wasn't really my style to take advantage of the situation like that. Was this also a crime, even if it was offered by the victim? I had no idea, but it must have been.

But Sierra put both hands on my dick and that lack of blood in the brain started happening again.

She masturbated me slowly, seeing if I was going to protest in any way. Under my silence, she chose to finally take me into her mouth. She washed the juice from her body off the head and was soon sucking until she had almost all of it in her throat.

Oh, fuck. If I was going to prison, let that be my last memory of freedom.

I finished taking off my pants and took off my shirt too, feeling unbearably hot. Sierra did a great job, grunting with the back of her vocal cords and making my cock throb more and more. Her eyes never left mine and I continued to have a privileged view of her tits swaying with each come and go.

I took one hand to grab her hair and the other to the nipple of one breast. It was swollen, pointing upwards, and was a delight to pinch. I did it harder and she lost her breath for a moment, adjusting herself better on her knees.

Maybe she didn't like it, she was willing to touch me but not to let me touch her, I thought. I gave it one last pinch just to remember her by and was about to remove my hand when I saw hers get lost again between her own thighs.

She had started masturbating again. The spoiled little brat was enjoying the game.

"You're unbearably horny, aren't you, cunt?" I said, my voice thick with pleasure. "I bet you prefer a cock between your legs than your fingers".

Sierra gasped, wiping the corners of her lips from the saliva. Her eyes were still fixed on mine and her hand was still squeezing her own clit enthusiastically.

"You're not going to kill me?" she asked, in a disguised way. By then it had become clear that this was not an option.

"No" I replied, resignated.

"And if I let you fuck me... Promise you'll leave?"

I smiled, biting my bottom lip. I was loving that kinky whore.

"Promise. Will you promise not to call the police?"

"Only if you make me cum" she replied, playing with her own breasts.

"I'll take it into consideration" I roared, pushing her by the shoulder to lie face down. I pulled her ass up to make it stand on her knees for me, and her slit became even wetter.

I reached for my pants on the floor and my wallet inside them, to protect myself with a condom as quickly as possible. Sierra shook her head, laughing with her face on the mattress.

Taking it by the base, I stuck my cock into it in one go. Her moan was loud and relieved, and she soon began to push herself against me, wanting more. A slap on the top of her ass stopped her.

"Quiet, otherwise I won't fuck you like you deserve it" I growled.

I held her hips and bent my knees better before starting to thrust hard, time after time. The delicious sound of wetness and skin hitting skin was second only to the girl's ragged breathing.

I pulled the mask up a little, freeing my mouth and nose. I wanted to smell that characteristic scent of sex in the air and, leaning forward, I licked the sweat from Sierra's spine. I swore that shit was almost sweet, delicious like all of her.

Seeing her willingness to help me put it deep, I separated her ass with one hand, being able to watch her asshole twinkle. Clean and hairless, it attracted me to place a thumb there, without thinking.

The girl moaned louder, rolling in circles so that that finger, along with my dick, stimulated all of her walls. Holy shit, it would be difficult to hold back from enjoying this woman.

I remembered the duct tape, left next to the backpack and within easy reach of my hands. I slapped her ass again and made her turn over onto her back, smiling in a naughty way. I tied her wrists to the headboard, pulled one leg against my chest and put it back in.

Now with more support and her being limited from moving as much as she would like, I was able to set an even more intense pace. I thrust it hard and deep, my swollen cock opening and widening her grip and she began to cry with lust.

I knew I was going to cum soon and that she was very close too. With my hand with my fingers together, I started rubbing her clit from side to side, like a DJ playing his records. Very strong, very fast, leaving the skin red in a matter of seconds.

Sierra arched her back, removing it from contact with the mattress, and threw her head back, tucking her hair into the sheet. Her eyes, tightly closed, helped show how much she was hurting - in a good way.

Her legs started to force my hips, trying to escape that intense contact, trying to stop that delicious agony a little. I kept her wide open for me and continued rubbing her pleasure point, while thrusting with more and more speed.

She started to cum, contracting all around me. The moan became a single vowel, going through all possible tones and the tears ran freely down her beautiful face. I slapped her engorged nipple, then her other breast, and finished with a few taps on her clit, prolonging her orgasm more and more. A strong pressure on my dick proved that she had even begun to ejaculate, and that broke me.

I released all my liquid into the condom, growling at her, in sonorous agreement. As her head cleared, and she caught her breath, I noticed the white gold chain with a diamond stone that she wore around her neck. I grabbed the pendant and pulled, seeing the clasp come loose.

"I'm going to keep my promise, princess, so I'm going to head out. If you do your part also, and manage to make your father not install cameras in the house, who knows, maybe I'll come back to fuck you more often, just the way you like it".

Sierra just smiled, opening her tired eyes to watch me as I put on my clothes and picked up the backpack. I ripped the tape that held her wrists, knowing that this way she would be able to free herself easier, but not immediately, giving me time to get out of there.

"A camera here in the room wouldn't be bad. I'm sure if I watched what we just did, I could make myself come alone".

Shaking my head, thinking she was an incurable pervert, I turned my back and walked away.

She didn't call the police. In fact, I'm pretty sure her father didn't acknowledge the stolen things either, at least not so soon. And I was sure that I would come back there to steal some more things in the future, like a delicious anal from that spoiled and hot as hell brat.