My last boyfriend and I became inseparable for a while when we found out that both of us have kleptophilia. Not only do we like to steal, but we get super turned on by it. And, lucky for me, our paths crossed for the first time when I had just taken the perfect job for a kleptophiliac. 

My first week on the job as security guard for a major department store called Dixon’s, I was tasked with being undercover.  When I suspected someone of shoplifting, I would follow them and see if I could catch them in the act. Most of the time, people behave themselves. But I know how to spot those who like to slip something up their sleeve or into a purse. 

What really makes me good at this job is that I love stealing.  Just like some of these customers, it gives me a thrill to know I’m lifting something I shouldn’t have. The difference between them and me is that I’ve never been caught. Hence, the perfect job for me.

In fact, stealing turns me on. And so does watching other people do it. They call that kleptophilia.

When Noah caught my eye, it’s because he had deftly slipped a watch from our premium rack onto his wrist like it belonged to him. Because he’s hot as hell, I’d already been watching him. If not for that, I may not have noticed. I sidled up beside him, and quietly said “I’m undercover security for this store and see that you took special interest in a watch of ours. I’ll need you to come with me.” As he tried to object, I led him to the door to our store offices. 

In our side room that doubles as a holding area for shoplifters, I ask him to show me the watch on his wrist. I could feel my body temperature rising while the questioning continued. My kleptophilia was getting riled up. He leaned in across the desk and I could smell his aftershave. It was all I could do to keep from licking his neck as I fingered the watch he stole. I moved my leg against his under the desk and the heat was palpable while I tried to finish up the investigation. 

Knowing that my boss wasn’t watching, I put the watch back on Noah’s wrist and gave him my card, telling him we should make after hours arrangements.

Later that week, we decided to go shopping together at a different store. A key point my perfect job taught me was exactly what security is and isn’t looking at when they watch for shoplifters.  We roamed the aisles, flashing our finds at each other as I collected a stack of clothes to try on. Noah came up behind me, slid an arm around me, and tucked a pair of designer sunglasses inside the clothing I was holding. I could feel his cock harden against my ass and I gasped audibly.

My kleptophiliac boyfriend was hot AF and I was living my best life.

I pulled him inside the dressing room with me. We took out the loot we gathered from between the clothing I had been holding. Rubbing brand new silk pillow cases against my arms and chest, I was getting wet. Touching the products we were about to steal was as much of a turn-on as the guy who was doing it with me. That’s how kleptophilia feels. Noah roughly pulled up my skirt and slid a finger inside my pussy, feeling my slickness, and pushed a second finger in. I pulled his face to mine until our mouths smashed together in a mad frenzy as I shoveled our stolen goods into my bag and coat pockets. 

Noah’s fingers never stopped their rhythmic in and out the entire time. 

The next week, we did this at a household item shop. When we got home and unloaded our goods on my kitchen table, the kleptophiliac in me flushed with excitement while we unpacked sheathed knives from the back of my pants. I took one from its casing and ran the dull side down Noah’s chest. His breathing was stuttered and his hard dick looked like it would spring from his pants at any moment. Still holding the knife against him, I undid his jeans, slid his cock out and started stroking him. Chest heaving, he knocked the knife to the floor and lifted me up onto the kitchen table atop of a handful of kitchen linens. He proceeded to have his way with me on top of our spoils. 

We almost broke the table with the heated thrusting that kleptophilia bore in us.

Back at Dixon’s the next day, my perfect job had me assigned to the security camera room. On one of the monitors, I saw Noah come into frame. He looked directly into the camera and put a brand new, tagged coat over his own shirt. My panties started to get moist as I called in my coworker to keep an eye on the cameras. Then I made my way to the store floor so Noah could do something about this fire building in me. 

I told you this was the perfect job. I dare you any kleptophiliac to tell you otherwise. 

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