0 comments/ 19977 views/ 1 favorites Stranger in the House By: luv269withyou She was lying in bed thinking of her husband who was away on business when the phone rang. The caller on the other end was a male with a very deep sexy voice. He said, "I know you are alone and lonely. Could we meet some place?" Instantly she became frightened and hung up the phone. After hanging up she started thinking about that voice, it was so sexy. She knew she should just put it out of her head, but she couldn't. Her nipples became tingly and swollen. She couldn't seem to stop her hands from caressing her body. She reached for the remote for the television, thinking if she turned the TV on it would erase that voice. Looking at the picture on the TV she realized that the channel was Playboy and that the man on TV sounded just like her caller. She started to tremble all over, not just from fear but from her sexual desire. Her pussy felt like it was on fire. She reached in the drawer beside the bed and took out her lifesaver that she enjoys playing with while her husband was out of town. She was already juiced up from listening to that voice on TV and from the phone call. She is thinking to herself, how can I become this horny over something that is so frightening. She got up on her hands and knees and inserted the vibrator into her juicy cunt, it was one that had the second little prick sticking out that goes in to the tight asshole. Her pussy juices were dripping off her hand. She came in seconds. She removed the toy from her wet, juicy cunt and took her hand and spread her juices all over her breasts. Lying there rubbing the vibrator over her nipples until her breathing got back to normal. Just as she was almost in control again the phone rings. She jumps to answer it. It was that same voice on the other line. He said, "Please don't hang up on me." She said, "What do you want?" He said, "Now that you have satisfied yourself with your toy why don't you let me show you what I could do for you." She instantly became frightened and started looking all around trying to find out how he could have seen her. She lives in an old farm house with no one close by. He said, "Don't worry, I'm not in the house. I can see you anytime you are in the bedroom or the shower. I have hidden cameras in the house that I can connect to with my computer." He said, "I don't mean to scare you, I just need to have you." She said, "I am frightened but yet your voice hypnotizes me. She asked him if he had a web cam so that she could see him. He gave her the website to go to and she ran to the computer. She felt driven by desire. She had a vision of him and she just had to see if it was correct. She picked up his web cam, having a cable modem sure helped in these cases. He was very muscular , dark hair with deep dark eyes and the whitest teeth she had ever seen. He smiled and introduced himself to her. He said, "I need to see you in person, I need to be able to touch that beautiful soft skin with my own two hands." She was helpless, the lust inside of her was craving him just as much. She nodded her head and said, "You name the place." He gave her directions to his house. She said, "Give me one hour." She showered and put on sheer lace underwear. Her whole body was flushed and aroused. She had never done anything like this before. She could not resist the temptation nor his magnetism. She got her floor length leather coat out of the closet and that is how she went to meet him. She walked up to the door of the address he had given her and rang the doorbell. He stepped aside for her to enter. She opened her coat and let it fall to the floor. The sight took his breath away. He said, "You are even more beautiful in person." He could not stand having the lace cover up those beautiful breasts. In one swift jerk the bra was on the floor along with her underwear. His hands were all over her. He got on his knees and started licking that delicious pussy that has driven him wild for months. All of these months of being able to zoom in on the wetness and not be able to smell, touch or taste it has been driving him insane. He inserted 3 fingers into her tight pussy and worked on stretching her out some. He knew she was going to be very tight on his large swollen cock. Her hands started removing his robe. When she looked down and saw the size of his cock she left out a cry of fear. She reached down with both hands and got a hold of it. It was huge. He was so thick and at least 12" long. She had no idea how that thing was going to fit inside of her. She bent down to try and take it in her mouth, she just barely got her lips over the head. She started taking her lips up and down his shaft, stoking the moisture with her hands. All of a sudden he picked her up and positioned her pussy over his enormous cock and slipped her down on it. He had no problem reaching her g-spot. He had her filled as far as it would go and still had 2 inches left. He knew it would feel like this. She had the sweetest tasting and the tightest pussy he ever had. He leaned back against a bar stool and she got her feet positioned on it so that she could do the riding up and down on his pole. She rode him up and down ever so slowly. He grabbed hold of her left breast with one hand and started sucking on those beautiful swollen nipples. Reaching around her with his other hand he started teasing her tight asshole. This caused her to multi-climax. He had her sweet pussy juices running down his balls. She fell against his chest as her whole body went numb. He could not get enough of her. He did not show any signs of weakening; he wanted to make sure she was totally satisfied before he left himself lose control. He carried her over and gently laid her down onto the soft bear rug in front of the fireplace. He lifted her legs and spread them wide apart to make room for his still enlarged prick. She left out a squeal of delight when he entered her. In this position he was able to fully insert his 12 inch cock. Her wet pussy muscles wrapping totally around his cock was his undoing. She was so tight and hot and wet. He pumped his cum into her hot pussy. She came again as she felt his hot cum filling her insides. She had never had a man that had filled her so completely. He rolled over onto his back bringing her with him. They were a perfect fit for each other. She laid on top of him waiting for their breathing to return to normal. As they lay there he knew there was no way he could let her get away from him and he told her this. She cried into his shoulder for her husbands sake because she knew she could no longer be satisfied with her husband after the passion that they had just shared. Stranger in the House As I was pulling up to the house, I noticed one single light on in the upstairs bedroom. Confused, I parked the car and go out, never taking my eyes off of the window. I knew that nobody was there, but I couldn't remember if I had left the light on before, even though in the back of my head, I knew that the light was in a room I never go into, so the light should not be on. I walked up to the door and tried to open it, but it was still locked; I laughed at myself and told myself to get over it, nobody was in my house. I unlocked the door and walked in, trying to see in the darkness; I finally found the light switch and flipped it on, and nearly fainted when I saw what was before me. There were rose petals all over the floor in front of the staircase. I was a little scared as I walked up and looked up the stairs trying to see something, anything. I had to get a hold of myself, would a burglar put down rose petals? No, so it had to be someone I knew, hopefully. I put my purse and keys on the little table next to the stairs and started to walk up; about halfway through I heard the music, coming from the left. My heart started pounding as I continued to follow the sound of the music and the rose petals under my feet. I finally made it to the door that the music was coming from and saw the light on through the bottom of the door. I took a deep breath and opened the door, and as my eyes adjusted to the light, which turned out to be what looked like hundreds of lit candles, I caught his reflection in the mirror and gasped. Standing there was the most gorgeous man I had ever met, catching my breath I noticed that he looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place him. he was tall with dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, and his skin resembled caramel so much that I wanted to lick him to see if that was how he would taste. He walked toward me, and without any words pulled me to him and started to kiss me. I resisted at first, but couldn't help but start to kiss back, enjoying the taste of his tongue sliding in and out of my mouth. he lifted me up and I wrapped myself around his body, reveling in his strength as he walked me over to a stack of blankets he had set up in the middle of the room. He gently laid me down onto the pile and stood back up and started to undress in front of me, first taking off his shirt, showing me that he did indeed work out. As he slid off his pants, my eyes widened, noticing for the first time that he was hard and ready, and quite a good size too; this was always good. He pulled me back into a standing position and I wrapped myself around him, enjoying the feel of his smooth hard skin under my hands. He pulled my shirt up over my head, reached behind me and unsnapped my bra in one swift motion, releasing my breasts into the cold air. He wrapped his hands around my breast and leaned down to take my nipple into his mouth, making me gasp with pleasure. He seemed to not be able to wait any longer because he had my pants off and I was lying back onto the pile of blankets faster than I could blink. He lay down on top of me and slowly slid himself into me, and I nearly screamed in pleasure feeling him fill me in a way that I hadn't felt in months. he slid himself in and out of me in a frantic pace. I screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain and I dug my nails into his back as an orgasm ripped through me so fast I literally saw stars. The mystery man grunted as he came, holding on to me as though he thought I was going to float away. When he was finished he laid down next to me, and I looked at him and asked him, "Who are you?" he smiled at me and responded, "I am William, we knew each other in high school, I have wanted to be with you for years, and I met your roommate recently, and when I found out she was your roommate, I convinced her to give me a key while she was away on vacation." I smiled, "Turns out, I don't care." I said as leaned forward kissing him, ready for round two. Stranger in the House "What the Hell?" I muttered to myself, as my bedroom went suddenly dark. Frowning, I flipped the unresponsive light switch on and off. Or was that off and on? Regardless, the damn thing wasn't doing its job. So, here I am, in a bra and undies, fumbling in the dark, trying to feel for my robe. I wasn't a shy person, but damned if I was going to go outside practically naked to check the breaker box. After a jammed finger and a stubbed toe, I finally slid my arms into my silky flowered robe, tied it loosely, and headed to the kitchen for a flashlight, cursing my husband and brother the whole way. "Why did he pick tonight, of all nights, to get too drunk to drive home?" I complained to myself as I flicked on the light, illuminating my way to the back door. "He knew the kids were on a sleepover, finally giving Neal and I an evening to ourselves. Couldn't he have called someone else- anyone else?" I slammed the door open. "But no! He had to call Neal, and of course, Nick just had to be the one to go pick him up from whichever dive bar he had crawled into." I stomped my way down the stairs, using the f-bomb more than once, wincing as my bare feet seemed to find every sharp rock in the vicinity. "I knew I should have turned off the phones. Then he would have had to call someone else!" I strong armed the door to the breaker box, shined the light on the breakers, and found the main breaker switch on the off position. Still pissed and bitching to myself, I thought nothing of it, and switched it back to the on position. I nodded hard as the porch light went on. My job was done. "If he thinks he is going to come home and get some, he's got another thing coming." Still talking aloud to myself, I stomped back up the stairs and slammed the door behind me. "Hell no am I coming second to a drunk brother!" I returned the flashlight to its proper place and headed back to my bedroom. Having talked myself into a nice frenzy, I completely missed the fact that my room was still dark, and shouldn't have been. While I had switched the main room switch on and off, the bathroom light had been on. I ripped off my robe, throwing it in the direction of the hook it usually hung on, and still muttering, started for the bathroom. When I stubbed another toe on my bedpost, I screamed through clenched teeth. Could the night get any worse? I bent down to hold my toe, as if that would make the pain suddenly go away, and cursed my husband, again. When the pain retreated to a dull throb, I stood up. Suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrapped around me from behind, just under my breasts, effectively trapping my arms to my sides, and I was pulled up against a hard body so tightly, I could feel an erection pressing against my ass. "Fight me, woman," said a whispery voice against my ear, "and you won't get hurt." I struggled within the man's grasp, trying to dislodge the hold he had on me. His hold tightened even more, restricting my breathing. As I continued to struggle, the man shifted his hold so that he held me with only one arm. Anger burned through my veins, as the panic of being trapped filled me. Before I knew what was happening, in one swift move, my bra was ripped from my body, exposing my naked breasts. Next, the man ripped off my thong underwear, leaving me completely naked. Suddenly, I was released. "Run." I didn't need to be told twice. In a heartbeat I was out the door. I wasn't sure which way to go...the kitchen for a knife? To the garage for my car? I made it to the end of the hallway before my decision was made for me. A hand wrapped around my hair and yanked, effectively stopping me mid-run. Tears formed as it felt like half of my head of hair was being pulled out. The hand kept a tight hold, while he pulled me back against his body. We were both breathing heavy, me from anger and my pathetic attempt at escape, and he, undoubtedly from excitement. If possible, the cock pushing against the small of my back felt bigger, and rock hard. Without my permission, my pussy clenched and my opening grew wet. As if he could sense my arousal, the man reached around and pinched my nipple, tugging until it stood out painfully. I moaned and started to struggle again. I didn't want to be turned on. I didn't! Where was my husband? Why wasn't I screaming like a maniac? I finally realized my hands were free, and I turned on the man with every intention on gouging his eyes out. Before I could do more than turn my body, I was being forced to the floor. My back landed hard on the carpet, and a heavy body landed on top of me, forcing the air out of my lungs. Before I could even think of fighting, my wrists were caught by strong hands and forced above my head. The man nudged his knee between my legs, effectively forcing my thighs to open. I was completely exposed. I bucked my body, trying to dislodge the weight on top of me. I could feel his hard cock digging into my thigh as I tried to free myself. In a smooth movement, both of my wrists were being held by a large hand. With his now free hand, the man ran a finger down my arm with a whisper light touch. I sobbed as he reached my breast, flicking and pinching my nipple to attention. I continued to struggle as his finger traced an abstract pattern down my stomach to the neat strip of hair that did little to cover my exposed wet pussy. Simultaneously, a mouth clamped on to my nipple, while fingers penetrated my pussy roughly. I gasped at the dual sensations. The soft, warm mouth sucking, licking, and nipping at my sensitive breast, and the rough in and out of his fingers as he fucked my pussy. I stilled and bit my lip to stop the unwelcome sigh that wanted to come out. "I knew you were a slut under all that mothering exterior." I stilled, trying to place the whispering voice. In the dark, all I could see was a hazy outline of a man. Obviously it was someone I knew, and that pissed me off even more. The thick fingers withdrew, only to come up to eye level. "Look at that." He brought his fingers closer, rubbing a thumb across the moistness. "You're wet for me. Tsk. Tsk. What would your husband think of you now? All hot and waiting to be fucked...I might even film it for him so he doesn't miss a thing." Before I could scream, a sweet smelling cloth was pressed against my nose and mouth. I only had seconds to struggle before my world went black. Pleasure/pain was what woke me from my drug-induced slumber. Slowly, I became aware that I was immobile, spread eagle. My wrists and ankles were tied to what I assumed were the corners of my four-poster bed, and I couldn't see a thing. I could feel cloth covering my eyes, and there was something stuffed in my mouth, although not too much as to hurt my jaw. Feeling as if I were in a bad dream, I tested the strength of my bonds. While they weren't tight, the soft fabric dug into my skin uncomfortably as I tried to pull my arms and ankles free. Even with my attempt to escape, the bonds held firmly. I was beyond anger and starting to panic now. My heart was beating frantically in my chest, and I could feel each beat pounding in all of my pulse points throughout my body. Cool air caressed down my back and ass, which was way too exposed for my comfort level. I stilled, trying to listen for any signs of who attacked me and tied me to my own bed like a virgin waiting to be sacrificed. At that thought, a thrill of fear went through me. How many stories have I heard about women being brutally raped and tortured in their own home? By someone they knew? Way, way too many. I sobbed at the possibility of becoming another statistic, and started struggling for real. The bonds continued to hold, and in fact, tightened. Thoughts raced each other around in my head, confusing me. I was horrified by the thought that my husband would come home and walk unknowingly into a dangerous situation. I was terrified that my cozy, safe life would never be the same. I thanked all the Gods and Goddesses I could think of that the kids weren't home. I cursed my brother -again- for calling. Would this have happened if my husband weren't gone? Somehow I didn't think so. Shame filled me as I felt myself grow aroused, my nipples rubbing against the sheets as I struggled. My husband and I had played the bondage game before, and I had loved it. Being that vulnerable with someone I loved was like nothing I had ever experienced before. With him, the wondering had been an aphrodisiac. When and where would he touch? How hard? How soft? Would he tease me senseless, or fuck me like I were a nameless, faceless hooker? Now, though, the waiting and wondering was creating a paralyzing fear. Where was the person who did this? Who was watching me? At the thought, I stilled. I realized I could hear labored breathing coming from somewhere in the room. I couldn't help the whimper that escaped around my gag, and the rush of fluids that filled my pussy. I had never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but the thought of some stranger watching me in all my naked glory was strangely arousing. The longer the stranger watched me, the more convinced I became that my initial fear of rape and torture would not be forthcoming. Chances are that if that were the stranger's intent, he wouldn't just be standing there, watching me struggle. Unless...no. I refused to go there. I was unprepared for the stinging slap on my ass cheek. I was just as unprepared for the rise in my arousal at the sting. Unconsciously, I raised my ass in the air, begging for more. When none was forthcoming, I waited. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" A horse voice whispered in my ear. "To get your ass spanked like the bad girl you are." Strong hands grabbed both ass cheeks, spreading them almost painfully, and lifting my hips higher into the air. "Look at that ass." The whisper-soft voice groaned. "I'm going to fuck you there and make you cum so hard you'll be begging me for more." The words triggered a memory, one I had forgotten. I heard my husbands voice in my head saying, "One day, I will fuck you in the ass" which until this moment had been taboo for me. It dawned on me then that the phone call had been a set-up. I groaned in excitement, realizing the truth of the situation. I felt my pussy clench in response, and wiggled my totally exposed ass. Fingers dug into my skin, spreading my cheeks even wider. I jumped as a warm tongue touched my slick, swollen lips, following the line to my clit. Lips clamped down, sucking strongly. I almost came then and there, but forced myself to relax against the face behind me. The second I relaxed, the mouth and hands were gone, making me groan again. For what felt like forever I waited, my breath somewhere between my lungs and throat. I wiggled my ass again, as if in invitation. I jumped when a pair of hands lifted my hips, sliding a pillow beneath my stomach, making my pose more comfortable. Endless seconds later, I felt something warm and sticky drip between my ass cheeks. I clenched my ass as the warm fluid caressed my sphincter and dripped lower, mingling with the wetness of my pussy. Playing my part to the hilt, I started struggling again, trying to shift away from the fluid that was still dripping, now onto my thighs. A hand slapped down on my lower back, pushing me into the bed. I had no choice but to stop my futile struggling, and wait for what was to come next. "You can pretend all you want that you don't want to be here. Bound, blindfolded, and gagged. Your sweet pussy is telling me a whole other story. Look how you clench your folds together, over and over, as if to find release...or trying to keep me out." A soft chuckle filled the room. "I will fuck that ass." The statement confirmed my suspicions of the situation. I felt residual fear slide away, and the excitement of the 'stranger game' fill me. "But first...I want to fuck that pussy...watch my cock slide in and out of those swollen lips." I squirmed at the picture he was drawing with his words, imagining the feel of his cock pounding into me, touching my womb before withdrawing completely, only to do it again. And again. And again. So caught up in my fantasy, I didn't realize I was humping the pillow, straining to feel something, anything against my throbbing clit. I groaned as his fingers traced circles in the sticky fluid on my thighs, slowly working his way closer to my pussy. A tongue joined his fingers, licking his way up my thighs. The first touch of his tongue on my lips almost made me scream, but I clenched my teeth instead. He licked, then sucked his way up one outer lip, completely bypassing my clit, and worked his way down the other side. When he got to my anus, he traced the outer edge with his tongue, then used fingers to spread me wide. "Ummm. Does your husband do this to you?" His tongue flicked out, licking the center of my hole. I jumped again, uncomfortable and more than a little turned on at the feel. "I think not." He flicked his tongue out again. "I have to give the guy some credit though. He left it alone for me to be the first one to slide my dick into that tight little hole. All tight and grasping." He squeezed my cheeks and released his hold. I could feel his hot breath on my ass as he started to play with my pussy, slowly tracing the opening. He played like that for a while, his fingers slick with my juices, never penetrating me or touching my throbbing clit. I was on the verge of an orgasm anyway when he pulled away. I could help but groan in frustration. Damn the man and his teasing! Without warning, I felt the head of his cock teasing opening, then sliding down to press on my clit. I clenched in response, tugging at my restraints. "Fight me." He said in my ear, reminding me that we were indeed playing a game. I responded instantly, bucking my body and pulling on my bound wrists and ankles. I heard him hiss, "Yesssss" through clenched teeth. Sounds came from deep in my throat, as if I were trying to beg, or demand, to be released. I gasped as he filled me in one thrust, balls deep in my saturated pussy. Still I fought, trying to twist and buck. He grabbed my hips in a strong grip and forced my ass to tilt up even more. He started to move his hips, grinding his cock as deep into my pussy as it would go, then pulled out until only the very tip was still inside. He held the position for endless moments before slamming home again. Only to do over and over until I thought I would scream in frustration. With each teasing withdrawal I tried to hold his cock inside, squeezing my vaginal muscles. He groaned in pleasure, but continued to tease and fuck me the way HE wanted. I listened to the sounds we were making- of flesh slapping flesh, and his labored breathing, which was getting faster and heavier with each thrust. I was caught by surprise when he reached around rubbed my clit with a finger, pinching and rolling it while his thrusts quickened and became more shallow. On the verge of orgasm myself, I ground my clit against his fingers. Without warning, he pulled out completely, only to rub his cock up and down between my cheeks, with his hand splayed between my legs to hold it in place. Slick from my juices, his cock slid easily, until with another groan, he came. His cum shot all over my ass and lower back, but still he played with my clit until I began to shutter, and he withdrew from touching me completely. I sobbed with my dissatisfaction, feeling incomplete while by body felt like it was on fire. Moments later, I felt something rough wipe across my skin, cleaning the cum that slowly dripped down my heated flesh. Clean now, I waited with anticipation for what he would do next. I jumped when I felt fingers at the back of my neck, fiddling with the cloth that gagged my mouth. As he pulled the cloth away, I worked my jaw and swallowed, trying to summon some saliva back onto my tongue. I still couldn't see, so I wasn't expecting the feel of lips touching mine. When liquid slowly seeped into my mouth from between his lips, I opened my mouth greedily, taking what he was offering. Twice more he let me drink from his lips, until I felt like my mouth was back to normal. I could feel him position himself between the headboard and my head, and smiled when he demanded, "Suck me." I lifted myself on my elbows, which was as far as my bonds would allow, and opened my mouth in invitation. "Now that's a fuckable sight. Your mouth...that fuckable, luscious mouth. You want to suck my cock, don't you? You want it fill your mouth until it hits the back of your throat..." He grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head, pulling it back until my throat arched painfully. "You want me to fuck your mouth, don't you? Don't you?" He repeated when I didn't answer. "God, yes!" I sighed, already feeling the sensations of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. At that, he released his hold on my hair and I felt the flesh of his half-mast cock touch my lips. Eagerly, I opened my mouth wider, and hummed in my throat as he slid in, until I felt the tickle of pubic hair on my cheeks and the flesh of his balls hitting my chin. Situated how I was, I had no control over my movements, and could only go along for the ride as he fucked my mouth, slowly at first as his cock continued to grow in length and hardness. I sucked as he pulled out, and opened my throat as he slid in. Soon, he was fucking my mouth as if it were my pussy, fast and furious. He pulled out completely, utterly silent, and withdrew from the bed. I turned my head to better hear the sounds he was making in the room. There was a rustling and the sound of something being opened. When I heard the pop of a lid, I squirmed. Was it something else edible he was going to lick and suck off my flesh? Was it lube? Was he really going to- My though was cut off as something soft, cold and wet touched my swollen, sensitive lips. I couldn't help but wonder what it was...and where he was going to put it. Before long, I didn't care. He was rubbing it up and down my lips, then pressing it against my virgin hole, only to start over again. "Please," I whispered the over and over until I was chanting it, even though I didn't know what it was I was begging for. With each round, the pressure on my anus was harder, until I realized that I secretly wished whatever it was in his hand was inside of me. "Please..." I begged, needing more, harder. "Please what?" He asked, sounding smug, his voice thick with arousal. "Please...I need to-" "You need to what?" When I didn't –couldn't- answer, I arched my back, raising my ass in invitation. For my effort I received a vicious spank, bring tears to my eyes and a lump in my throat. It hurt so good. "I can't hear you." He spanked me again, even harder. The pleasure/pain effect had me ready to come. If only he would let me. "Please, oh God please fuck me." He leaned in until his mouth touched my ear. "Fuck you? Here?" He slammed two fingers in my pussy, then withdrew. "Or here?" He rimmed my other hole with a finger, pushing, pressing until the tip slipped inside. I was shocked when I felt no pain, only pleasure as his finger slid in as far as it could go. I made a sound of pleasure, but couldn't bring myself to speak. He withdrew his finger, and I felt a wave of disappointment. Until the pressure of the soft, wet toy replaced his finger. Slowly, he inserted the toy. I tried to hold still but I couldn't. It took me a moment to realize the toy was gradually getting larger, with indents between each increasing size. It dawned on me that he was using anal beads, and the thought of my husband...I mean the stranger...going into an adult store to buy a toy for me took me higher than I ever thought possible. Soon, the sensation of my ass stretching to accommodate the toy made me feel full, and more turned on than I had ever been in my life. When the insertion was complete, he spanked me again and said, "That is for being the naughty, wicked woman you are." His hand came down again, this time slapping my pussy. "I knew you would love having your ass filled." Using his fingers, he slapped at my lips and clit until I was begging, again.