8 comments/ 38108 views/ 8 favorites The Prowler By: SallyJam Helen stretched her long, lithe body out on the couch. She was feeling nice and relaxed after her warm and luxurious bubble bath. It was nearly ten o’clock in the evening and her husband Joe wouldn’t be home for at least another couple of hours. He was working the late shift all this week and Helen’s one hope was that he wouldn’t be too tired for sex when he came home tonight. She had to get up early the next day for work but she didn’t mind staying up late. She wanted sex badly and she hadn’t had it for days. Things hadn’t been going too well in the bed department lately, at least for Helen. Her husband was a decent enough lover but he didn’t seem to want to do it more than twice a week. In the early days of their marriage it hadn’t really bothered her, but gradually ever since she turned thirty a couple of years ago she began wanting it more and more. Now she was at her sexual peak and she just felt so damn horny all the time. She couldn’t help herself. Recently she had been trying different ways to increase her husband’s sex drive. She bought herself sexy lingerie, began wearing tight skirts and stockings instead of jeans, wore low cut tops to emphasise her deep cleavage. She even bought a sex manual from a dirty bookstore whilst out on a trip to the city. She hadn’t dared show it to Joe, but she did try to get new ideas and learn different techniques from the book. At first things had gone pretty well, particularly the night she had sucked Joe’s cock while kneeling on the floor in front of him, wearing nothing but a pair of stockings and high heels. She knew that he had loved it and it encouraged her to get more daring. She became much more vocal in bed when they made love, talking dirty all the time. She found that it turned her on a great deal using words like fuck and pussy and cock while they made love. She even tried to get Joe to fuck her in the ass, but he wouldn’t do it. In fact, recently he seemed to be a bit wary of her sexy behaviour. He didn’t come out and say anything but she noticed that the wilder she got, the more he looked askance at her. Instead of going with the flow and enjoying himself he seemed to keep wondering what had gotten into her. In the last week or so he had even been avoiding sex with her altogether, complaining that he was too tired. Helen brushed her hand softly along the inside of her thighs. She really wanted it tonight, right now if fact. If only she could be sure that Joe would be in the mood when he got home then she wouldn’t have minded waiting. She climbed up off the couch and walked over to the full length mirror hanging on the wall. She looked at herself in the short, sexy nightgown she wore. Its soft sheer material was almost see-through and she had nothing on underneath. The outline of her full, firm breasts were plainly visible and she reached a hand inside her gown to gently caress them. She had recently taken to trimming her bush and she lifted up her gown to view the thin triangular patch of pubic hair. Suddenly she pulled her robe up over her neck and threw it over a chair. She turned back to the mirror and leisurely studied her naked body from top to toe. She was 5’7” tall, a 36C-24-36 figure, with long, slender legs. Her wavy, dark brown hair cascaded down past her shoulders. Her complexion was good, her skin as soft and smooth as when she was ten years younger. She twisted her body to look at her ass in the mirror. She knew that looked good. All her boyfriends from before her marriage used to comment on how cute and sexy it was and it had stayed in shape since then. All in all she knew that she had one hell of a fine body, so God knows why her husband was such hard work to arouse. “I bet I wouldn’t have to try so hard to get most other men to fuck me,” she spoke to her reflection. “I bet they’d love a piece of this ass.” Helen giggled, feeling slightly foolish for talking to herself that way. She had never once been unfaithful in all the years of her marriage and she wasn’t planning to start now. She looked at her reflection one last time and then shrugged and headed over to the chair to pick up her nightgown. Suddenly she saw a face at the window in front of her, staring directly at her nude body. She screamed, covering her bare boobs in her hands, trying to conceal them from the man’s eyes. Suddenly his face was gone and she rushed to the window, where she could just make out a figure running away in the darkness. The last few nights she had had a strange feeling that somebody was watching her from outside. She had figured it was just her mind playing tricks on her but now she knew she had been right. She quickly pulled the robe on over her body and picked up the telephone. She and Joe lived on a sprawling country residential estate, each house separated by at least a quarter of a mile of grass and woodland. It had been her husband’s parents’ home and she and Joe had moved in there shortly after they died. The only entrance onto the estate was through a private road and there was a manned security gate to stop unauthorised persons gaining access. Helen opened up the telephone address book on the table and dialled the number for the security officer. “Hello,” she said frantically when a voice finally answered. “Is that security? This is Mrs Hurley. There’s a prowler at my window. Or there was. I think he’s gone now. Can you…can somebody get over here? Or should I call the police? I’m worried in case he’s still out there.” “Are all your doors and windows locked, ma’am?” the voice inquired. “Yes. Always. But I still…” “My partner’s out doing his rounds,” the security officer interrupted. “I’ll call him and tell him to check your place out. Which house are you at?” Helen told him and hung up the phone then made herself a tall glass of brandy. She soon finished it off and then poured herself another one. After a few minutes she felt relaxed again. In fact, she wondered what she’d made such a fuss about. It might have been one of the neighbours out walking his dog or something like that. Still, he had been looking in at her, gazing at her naked body. Suddenly she wondered what he must have thought she was doing, parading around like that in her living room. Had he seen her touching herself? What would he think of her? Did he find her attractive? She knew her thoughts were inappropriate, given the circumstances, but she couldn’t help it. She felt aroused all over again, thinking about what might have happened. What if he had broke in to the house and forced himself on her? Before she could continue her train of thought she heard the doorbell ring and she jumped up quickly from the couch. She walked to the front door and opened it to see a tall, black man standing in front of her. He wore a security guard’s outfit and had a nametag on, saying that his name was Darryl Henderson. “Mrs Hurley?” he asked in a deep, booming voice. “Yes. You’re with security, right?” She figured that he only did the night shift and that he had only started recently. She had seen him once last month at the gate when she and Joe had returned home late after a party. It had been the first night she had started dressing more outrageously. She had worn a very low cut mini-dress and she remembered how this security guard had looked into their car window and down at her legs. The tops of her stockings were showing and she had to raise her ass up from the seat to pull her dress down over her thighs. She remembered the way he had smiled at her, like he had really liked what he had seen. She tried to concentrate on the matter at hand. She told the man what she had seen, explaining that the prowler had run off when she screamed. “Did you get a good look at him?” Darryl asked. “Not really. He was tall, though. About your height, I think.” “Did you see his face?” “No. Not really. Only his eyes.” “Hair colour?” “Black, I think. His whole face seemed…black,” she faltered, looking at the security officer’s dark skin. “I, uhm, it was dark outside. I could only see his eyes.” “So he was about my height and you think he might be a black man? Anything else?” She looked at him for a moment then down at her feet, as if in concentration. His tone seemed almost ironical, as if he thought she had been actually accusing him with her description. Suddenly she thought, what if it had been him? What if he was the one who had been staring at her naked body? He had certainly stared at her stockings that night at the gate. He patrolled around the estate every night. No one had easier access than him. And now he was standing in her hallway, only inches away from her. He could jump on her at any minute, tear off her robe and do it to her. It wasn’t until that moment that she remembered that she was still wearing the same see-through robe. She quickly folded her arms over her chest and looked up, in time to see him raise his eyes. He had been looking at her tits all right, getting himself a good eyeful of them. She felt her nipples pressed against her arms and knew they were erect. Her heart was beating at a mile a minute and she felt her pussy moisten up under his gaze. Any second now he was going to do it, take her in his powerful arms and lay her on the floor, pull out his huge, black cock and shove it in her sopping wet cunt. She felt her knees go weak and she reached out her hand to steady herself against the wall. “Whoa there,” Darryl said, holding her by the shoulder to keep her upright. His touch felt like an electric shock and she melted in his arms. She closed her eyes and her legs gave way completely. Darryl picked her up and carried her into the living room. She hadn’t actually fainted but she didn’t want to open her eyes, fearful lest he see the lust and desire fixed on them. She felt her body being gently placed onto the couch and she waited to feel the weight of his body on top of her. After a few seconds she began to wonder what was taking him so long. Was he going to bother taking all his clothes off before fucking her? The way she felt now she didn’t want to wait for a second. She just wanted that big, black dick of his inside her aching pussy. After a few moments she felt a blanket being placed over her body and that was when she opened her eyes. “Are you all right, Mrs Hurley?” Darryl asked gently. “Maybe I should call a doctor. You must be suffering from shock.” “No, no,” Helen insisted. “I’m fine. It was just the brandy. I drank it too quickly. It must have gone straight to my head. I’ll be okay, honestly.” “Well, if you’re sure,” he said. “I’ll go and check around outside the house. Then I’ll file a report on the incident, tell the other security officers. I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about but I’ll come back and check over the place every now and then tonight, okay?” “Yes, thank you, uh, Darryl. And please, call me Helen.” “Okay, Helen. Are you going to be all right, here on your own? Your husband…?” “He’s working late tonight. I’ll be fine though. He won’t be too much longer. Thank you.” Darryl saw himself out of the house and the moment he left Helen looked at the clock on the wall. It would be at least another hour before Joe returned. God, she felt hornier than ever now. She couldn’t believe how much she had wanted that black man to fuck her, how disappointed she had been that he didn’t take advantage of her when he thought she was unconscious. Of course he couldn’t have been the prowler after all. God only knows how that thought had come into her head. He was obviously a strong and powerful man, and he could have forced her to do anything he wanted, if he had chosen to. He had about the same build as her husband but she could tell that he hadn’t gone soft in the belly like Joe had. She was sure his body would be toned and muscular. She reached a hand underneath the blanket and placed it between her legs. She felt the heat rising there and she stroked gently, rubbing the wetness of her juices against her clitoris. She pictured in her mind what might have happened. Darryl ripping off her robe and pouncing on her like some black panther. She had never had a black man before but she assumed he would have a huge cock, like in all the stories she heard about. She would watch it, moving in and out of her, its blackness a stark contrast against her pale white thighs. When she came it was the most powerful orgasm she could remember having in ages. She trotted into the bedroom and lay down beneath the sheets, more contented than she had been for a long time. She felt a pang of guilt for her fantasising about another man and decided not to tell her husband about the prowler at all. It would only worry him anyway. She fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. At some point during the night she felt her husband’s body lie down next to her. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass. Something in the back of her mind acknowledged that Joe actually was in the mood for it tonight but she didn’t feel like waking up. She was too happy and content. Her husband didn’t seem bothered by her apparent lack of interest. She felt his hands reach around to squeeze her tits as he rocked against her. Then he grabbed hold of her ass and spread her cheeks apart to jam his cock up against her pussy. She gasped slightly when she felt him push deeper until he was in her all the way. As he stroked back and forth she began to feel her arousal mounting but suddenly Joe came, spurting deep into her cunt from behind. When it was over and he pulled out she felt an incredible amount of cum oozing out of her pussy, much more than usual. She decided to hell with sleep, she was back in the mood again. She turned to face her husband, who was now lying on his back with his eyes closed. She began kissing him on the chest, trying to stir him, but he didn’t move. After a while he began snoring and Helen angrily turned over and went back to sleep, annoyed that her contentment of before had turned to frustration. The next morning she left her husband lying in bed while she got ready for work. She was still angry with him. All the sexy things she had done for him over the last few weeks and how did he repay her? By giving her nothing more than a ten second fumble while she was half asleep. She had felt a little bit remorseful about her fantasies involving Darryl but now she thought why should she? A couple of times at work that day Darryl’s image came into her mind and she felt herself getting aroused. Now she didn’t feel repentant at all. In fact she enjoyed it immensely. That evening Joe had already left for work when Helen returned home. She wondered whether Darryl might call her on the telephone to update her or ask her more questions. She hoped so. He had a rich, deep voice. Maybe she would touch herself while she listened to him talk. She smiled at herself for having such naughty thoughts. She made herself a light pasta dinner, washing it down with a glass of wine. She was about to put the bottle back in the fridge when she decided to run herself a hot bath and carry on drinking. Once in the bath she closed her eyes and imagined that Darryl was in there with her, lathering soap in his hands, preparing to gently rub it in all over her body. She moaned softly, resisting the urge to masturbate. She had been soaking herself in the tub for about half an hour when she heard the doorbell ring. She decided to ignore it and poured the remaining drops of wine into her glass. A few moments later she heard Darryl’s voice calling loudly. He must have opened the letterbox to shout through it. Helen panicked for a moment, not sure what to do. As soon as she made her mind up she jumped out of the tub, splashing water everywhere. She looked at the towel rack and picked out the smallest one there. She wrapped it around her body, tightening it midway down her chest so that her cleavage spilled out over the top. The towel only reached down an inch or so beneath the cheeks of her ass, exposing her slender legs, as water dripped down her thighs. She knew she was playing a dangerous game but she couldn’t help herself. She headed for the door, feeling the adrenalin pumping inside her as her excitement mounted. Her pussy was as wet as the rest of her body and she was willing to let whatever might happen, happen. Perhaps last night he had only held himself back because she had fainted. Seeing her wearing nothing but that skimpy little towel would be sure to give him ideas, make him realise that she wanted him. “Hi,” she said brightly as she opened the door. “Evening, Mrs Hurley,” he smiled back at her. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not disturbing you, am I?” “It’s okay. I was just getting out of the bath when you called. Would you like to come in?” she asked hopefully. “No, no,” he said. “I’d better let you dry yourself off. I just came round to tell you that there’s been no other reports of a prowler, but we’ll keep you informed. And I’ll keep doing regular checks on your place over the next few days.” “Thank you,” she said. “You sure I can’t offer you a drink? By way of a thank you.” She was practically begging him to come inside, but he didn’t seem interested. “Maybe another time,” he said. “I have to report back at the gate in a few minutes to relieve one of the guards.” “Oh, okay,” Helen said, unable to disguise the disappointment in her voice. She closed the door and slumped against the wall. It hadn’t gone like she expected at all. She had virtually thrown herself at him and he didn’t respond. Didn’t he find her attractive? She remembered the way he had looked at her stockings that time last month. Then last night he had been staring at her tits in that see through gown. Even tonight he had been looking her up and down in a not too subtle manner. He must fancy me, she thought. Perhaps he’s worried about losing his job. I could have him fired if I said that he attacked me, if I didn’t admit to how much I wanted him to fuck me. She crossed through the hallway into the living room. Suddenly she noticed out of the corner of her eye a black face at the window. It had to be Darryl. It was in the exact same place as last night. He was the prowler after all. What was the matter with him? Was he some kind of voyeur? Maybe he wasn’t the well hung stud she had imagined him to be. Helen stood still, her back to the window, wondering what to do. Should she confront him or not? He had scared her last night, but ever since then she had felt hornier than ever. She paced slowly around the room, careful not to look directly at the window. If Darryl got his kicks by watching then she was going to let him. She began picking items up from the floor, bending over from the waist so that the towel hiked up around her hips. She could feel a draught between her legs and she knew that her ass was bare naked before him. She began to tease him, swaying her hips as she moved around, making sure he got a good look at her ass. After a while she untied the towel from around her chest and held it to her body, keeping herself covered up at the front as she dried herself off. Then she put the towel on her head, drying her hair as she exposed her tits and pussy to his watchful eyes. She felt the moisture build up between her legs as she paraded naked in front of him. It was such a turn on. Once she was completely dry on the outside she flung the towel onto a chair and sat down on the couch, facing the window. She closed her eyes and spread her legs apart, hooking her feet on the edge of the couch. With one hand she gently fondled her tits while the other hand dived between her thighs. She inserted two fingers into her hot wet pussy and rubbed her clitoris with the back of her thumb. She moaned softly as she imagined Darryl watching her. Soon he would tire of just watching and he would come inside, unconcerned if it cost him his job. He would climb on top of her and thrust his black cock in her pussy. The Prowler Jaime Pressly, one of Hollywood's hottest young stars was taking her shower. She was humming a tune by Mandy Moore: Someday we'll know/Why Samson loved Delilah/One day I'll go/Dancing on the moon/Someday you'll know/That I was the one for you... Soon, she stepped out of the shower and towel dried herself. Looking at the mirror she smiled at the foxy reflection of her nudity. No wonder men flock to her like bees. Jaime slipped on her white cotton panties and standard policewoman's bra and the white undershirt. Then she sat down in front of the dressing mirror. She tied her blonde hair in a neat bun and applied on make-up but not as much as to go beyond her natural beauty. She's beautiful enough even without it. But today is special. She walked to her bed and started wearing her police uniform, a smart blue NYPD. She saw to it that all the equipment were in place, like the badge, whistle, handcuffs, 9 mm pistol, cartridges, a folder for traffic tickets and nightstick. Lastly, she put on her cap and took one last look of herself and made a shooting with a gun gesture with her hands. Finally she was out of the house and drove off in a cop's motorcycle. An hour later, just about sun down she spotted a guy suspiciously trying to break into an empty house at Sherman Oaks. Jaime watched him closely behind an oak tree. The guy was darting his eyes left and right. She pulled her 9mm from the holster and cocked it. She waited with bated breath until he was able to open the door. He looked quickly behind his back just checking out if there's someone who had seen him and broke in. Apparently, he didn't see her. The neighborhood was quiet. When he got inside, she dashed towards the house and kicked the door open and shouted: "Hey freeze!" She caught him on his way upstairs. Pinlights and lamps were on so she could see him visibly. She aimed the gun at him. "Put your fucking hands behind your head," she barked. He was startled and stopped. "Now step down and don't try to make any funny move, or I'll blow your ass to kingdom come." The man in sleeveless shirt and Levi's got down. "Now face the wall, you jack-ass jerk and press your hands on the wall" she ordered, her gun aimed obliquely to his head. He hesitated. He is a lean, long-haired muscular guy with a five-o'clock shadow and looked at her with mesmerizing eyes. "Officer, if you could just let me go, I haven't stolen anything yet. I promise I won't do this thing again all right?" He said, cajoling her. "Screw your ass, you've just stolen a car parked right outside in front. Now lean far forward against the wall and spread your feet." "But..." "Shut up and just do it!" she barked and searched him for weapons. She found a knife. She jammed her foot in front of him so she could trip him if he tried to run. Quickly she put a handcuff with her left hand and attached the second handcuff until his hands were fastened behind his back. "Any minute now the back up squads would be here. You had nowhere to run now. The station radioed me about the stolen vehicle and I followed you here." "You're a pretty cop, aren't you?" "I know that and a damn good one," she answered. "What are you doing officer?" the man said wondering aloud why the hell she was unbuttoning his Levi's. "Shut up! You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can or may be used against..." Her voice broke off. She found he wasn't wearing underwear. "Officer, there's no dope in there," he said. "I said shut up! I'm doing this so you would not be able to run," she said and squeezed his balls and fat cock. "Ouch! Careful with that officer, that's my own jewelry. "Hey, officer you have beautiful hands for a cop. I bet you haven't pulled that trigger to any guy, have you?" She hitched down the Levis to as far as his mid-thighs. "I'm trained to do this if I have to, so shut the fuck up and hit the couch. Now! She barked and pushed him. He collapsed his bottom on the couch. With two hands on the 9mm, she aimed at his bulge. "No, you don't! Don't do this. Officer you're crazy!" he said with fear starting to grip him, his legs crossing, squirming. "You just told me I haven't shoot anyone yet. You're right about that. Now you'll see 'cause I'm crazy enough to do it," she said coldly pointing the 9mm pointing towards his balls. "No!!! Please!!! I didn't commit anything!!! I need to call my lawyer!!! Put the fucking gun down, have mercy on me!!! I'll explain about the car!!! Oh God. Listen to me! I gotta million dollars in the car!!!" He was almost screaming. "Too late for you, bastard. You were caught, and an asshole like you should go to hell and I'll keep the money," she said in a menacing tone. Then she curled her finger on the trigger and fired several shots. His body convulsed and his eyes opened wide until his body slouched on the couch. She lowered the gun and slowly walked towards him and knelt before him in a single knee. She unbuttoned his shirt and touched his chest to test if he's still breathing. "You're dead." "Aha, I think so." She flung the water pistol aside and started giggling. "But your fucking cock is still alive," she said. "Hey officer, you're aim is good," he said and his face broke a sexy grin. "You possess quite a fucking lethal weapon here," she said as she held his cock. She gazed as her thumb and forefinger rubbed the side of the head. She drummed his cock on her lips and then on her tongue. She spat on it and then took it into her mouth sucking it with gurgling noises. It became hard as marble. She is a proficient cocksucker. She is capable of deep-throating him. When she pulled off strands of saliva dangled between her lips and his cock head. Then she would stroke it downward as she sucked the head vigorously and pushed it deeply again inside her mouth. He winced and groaned as she made repetitions of this divine lechery. Then she stood and stripped off her smart blue uniform and threw it on the floor then next came the shoes and the socks. She had uniformed herself authentically in detail. Then she lifted her T shirt revealing her firm, round moons constricted in her uniform bra. "The key honey, don't leave my fucking hands like this" he gasped. "Yeah," she giggled and took the key from her belt and unfastened the cuffs. The moment his hands got freed he quickly stripped off his Levis, and boots with her assisting. Once liberated, he didn't waste time pulling her on the couch and entwining her with his hands like an anaconda. Their lips fused immediately. She clasped her hands on both his cheeks grinding her lips against his. Both were mad with desire. The kiss became wet and frantic as he pawed on her breasts through the cotton bra. He grasped each boob, squeezed it hard till the nipples looked like they're going to burst. Then he sucked them wildly. She panted breathlessly. But she wasn't passive she had her own way of kissing him wildly and his hands were everywhere her bottom, thighs wherever. At last he eased out of the couch and wrenched off her pants including the panties. She raised her hips so he could pull them off easily. For awhile he gazed at her sex. It was smoothly shaven, soft and fleshy and found it twitching by itself. He nuzzled his face over it and the tip of his nose caught a drop of moisture inside the fold and he started licking her sex. She squirmed and moaned. With legs spread like an infant Jaime watched the culprit eat her pussy like an animal. His hands were on top of her groin parting her cunt lips as his tongue salaciously licked her jutting clitoris. "Oh fuck!" she muttered breathing heavily. A moment later her cunt juice was drenching his mug. He entered a finger into her cunt hole and finger fucked her while he continued sucking and licking her big clit. Her fingers dug on his head while she tilted her head back. Her climax screeched and her hips arched upward and shook. The handsome culprit stood up on his knees and wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and held his long straight cock and nosed it on her cunt for awhile and then inched it's way in slowly. She gasped when the whole length was shoved in. After several thrusts he would pull it out slowly carrying some strands of transparent liquid from her slick cunt. He loved this thing before he penetrates her with deep thrusts. He knew it if he was hitting her G-spot and this would give her intense orgasm more than the clitoral stimulation. "Omigod, I'm coming again!" Jaime expelled. "Hold on Jaime! Don't grimace to me like that 'cause it'll make me come so soon. I want to stay longer in your fucking cunt." "Alright, alright I'll try. You sit down and I'll ride you." "Ok, here we go." "Oh god, you're delicious," the burglar muttered as he held her bouncing hips. "We'll come at the same time, ok?" Jaime said breathlessly. "Ok let me do the fucking again." Jaime sank back on the couch legs spread. He spread her cunt lips and sucked her engorged clitoris. He loved her pussy, big clit, fat lips, sweet nothing like that elsewhere. Then he knelt and entered his prowler inside her. Initially with slow thrusts then it picked up the pace. Both would kiss in the process and he would fondle her breasts and twitched her nipples. He finally located the angle where he can hit her G spot. Now her sensual arousal was boiling and her breathing was becoming more ragged. "Fuck me hard now Jake, I'm coming! Omigod! Ahh! Ahh!" She came with a big bang and spurted her cunt juice. Both their hips rocked in unison until Jake drew away from her lips cried a guttural sound and Jaime felt his seed squirted inside her. He was in a fit of seizure at the intensity of his orgasm and thought he had passed out. When their tempest had subsided Jake pulled out his deflating cock. But Jaime grabbed it and licked it up for all its worth and so it managed to rise up to a certain degree. "Ahh that was great. You were fantastic. You're believable. We did it," Jake laughed breathlessly. Jake is Jaime's lover and every time they had sex they think of exciting ways to flesh out their fantasy. The Prowler Her moans grew louder in pitch and she wondered if he could hear her. There was a small window open above and to the left of the one he was looking through. Perhaps he could hear every slutty sound she made. She hoped so. She let herself go, moaning and hollering, screaming obscenities as her body trembled in a powerful orgasm. As she yelled out she could faintly hear a groaning sound coming from the window. She was so pleased to know that he was still there, that he had watched everything. She thought maybe he was ready to forget about the consequences and just do it. She walked naked through the hallway, put on an overcoat and opened the door. She stepped outside and walked around to the window. Darryl was nowhere to be seen. He must have run off as soon as she had finished. She trod in her bare feet over to where he had been watching. On the windowsill she saw that a huge deposit of semen had been left there. So he had jerked off while he watched her pleasuring herself. At least she knew now that his cock was in some kind of working order. She gingerly placed a finger into the thick white juice then pressed it to her lips and tasted it. God knows it was a dirty, depraved thing to do but she couldn’t stop herself. The next day at work she couldn’t stop thinking about it, about him, Darryl. Would he return this evening? She hoped so. Her husband was only doing the night shift for a couple more days. If Joe saw him watching her he would see to it that he was sacked, maybe arrested. She hardly even considered what her husband’s feelings might be if he knew she got off on being watched like that. They had barely spoken a word to each other all week. The only contact they had really had was when Joe had fucked her whilst she was half asleep. At least he didn’t do that last night. She hadn’t even noticed him come in, she was sleeping so soundly. When she returned home that night she headed straight for her wardrobe. Tonight she was going to put on a show for Darryl, put on her sexiest lingerie. The first time he had seen her was when her stockings showed beneath her dress. Well, he was going to see the same thing again tonight, and more. The previous two nights he had shown up at the window between 9 and 10pm. By eight o’clock she was ready and waiting in the living room, not wanting him to miss the show. She wore stiletto heels, sheer stockings, a suspender belt and a lace thong with matching half cup bra. On top of her underwear she wore nothing but a see-through teddy. She paraded around the room, watching herself in the full length mirror, getting more and more turned on. Her pussy was filling up with her own juices and she wondered if maybe tonight he would fill her up with his too. She couldn’t wait for him to arrive. She turned on some music and danced around the room in her lingerie. She didn’t want to scare him away so every time she looked towards the window she only glanced at it for a second. The moment she saw his face she would do a striptease for him, gradually losing her clothes until only her high heels and stockings were left. The longer she waited the more she wanted him to do more than watch her. She badly wanted to see his cock, to feel it inside her, to have him fucking her wildly, passionately. She looked down at herself, the blackness of her lingerie a stark contrast to her pale white skin. The same sort of contrast as Daryl’s muscular black body would make against hers. It was around half past nine when she heard the doorbell ring. Could that be Darryl? Was he going to do the same as the previous night? Speak to her at the door and then watch at the window after she thought he had gone. She was too horny to let that happen. She wanted more this time. “Who is it?” she called from behind the door. “Security, ma’am,” it was Darryl’s voice. Helen almost laughed. He was so formal, as if she didn’t know he’d been watching her all this time, watching her parading around naked, watching her masturbate herself. She opened the door wide open and saw Darryl standing there in front of her. He wasn’t alone. Another black man was stood beside him, also wearing a security guard’s outfit. He was not quite as tall as Darryl, but he was much bigger. His shoulders were very broad, his chest hard and powerful. He looked up and down her body, taking in the sight of her sexy lingerie. She felt like she recognised his eyes. Oh my God, she thought. It was him, all this time. The prowler. Not Darryl, but this guy. Or maybe they took it in turns. Maybe they both watched her. “Mrs Hurley,” Darryl began. “Helen. This is Morgan. I told him about the trouble you’ve been having. He’s going to keep an eye out too.” “Uh-huh,” she said, thinking he’s already had an eye out plenty. Who were they trying to kid? If they had had enough of looking and now wanted to fuck her then why didn’t they just come right out with it? She was ready for it. Hell, she had gotten herself so horny that she would take them both on together. She waited for them to make their move but they just stood there in the doorway, talking about stepping up security procedures, increasing their rounds, things like that. After a few minutes she was fed up with it. “Look, guys. Let’s cut the bullshit, okay?” she said, taking off her see through teddy and dropping it to the floor. “We all know why you’re here so let’s just do it.” The two men looked blankly at each other and Helen knew that she would have to take the bull by the horns. She reached out both her hands and grabbed at the men’s crotches, pulling them inside. “Now are you going to fuck me or do you just want to watch me play with myself?” She had never been this forward with a man before, let alone two at once, but she couldn’t stop herself. Her pussy was aching to be fucked and she would not wait a minute longer. She dragged both men into the living room and dropped to the floor, kneeling at their feet. She unzipped them both simultaneously, pulling out two huge, black dicks. They were both just the sort of size she had fantasised about and as she ran her hands up and down their shafts they grew even bigger. She opened her mouth and took Darryl’s ten inch dick between her lips, licking around the head as she pumped Morgan’s cock in her fist. After a while she switched over, sucking hard on Morgan’s black marble shaft as she played with Darryl’s in her hand. She made sure she didn’t go too far. She wanted to feel their lengths in her pussy, not take a facial from both of them. When they were both as long and hard as they could get she stood up from the floor and stepped backwards. She unfastened her suspender belt and let it fall to the floor. Then she unhooked her bra at the back, freeing her soft but firm breasts. She felt their gaze burning into her body and knew she was doing the right thing. Finally she turned her back on them and bent over at the waist, slowly easing her thong down her thighs and over her ankles. Now that she was completely naked but for the high heels and her stockings she sat down on the couch in front of them. “Okay, boys,” she said in her sluttiest voice. “You going to fuck me one at a time or both together?” The two men looked at each other and shrugged. Then they both made their way towards her as she lay back on the couch, her legs spread apart. None of the three people in the room noticed the face appear at the window. Joe Hurley looked into his living room at his wife lying on the couch, practically naked, her pussy on show. He pulled off the black ski mask from over his head. He didn’t need it now. If he was caught peeping into his own window then so what? He was watching his wife commit adultery. He had known for a long time that she was at it, but he would never have dreamt she was having two men at once, and both of them black. Ever since she began acting like a slut in the bedroom Joe had suspected that something was going on. When she began talking dirty and asking him to fuck her in the ass he knew that she must be picking this up from somewhere. He guessed that she was either having an affair at work or at home when he was working nights. This week, when he began the late shift again he made plans to check up on her. Every night during his break he had driven home to see firstly if she was in, and secondly, if she was alone. The first two nights nothing much had happened. She just sat around watching television. The next night he had seen her parading around naked in front of him. She had noticed him watching her but he ran off before she could recognise him. For the rest of the evening at work he had a permanent hard on. He kept imagining that she had been waiting there naked for her fancy man to show up. He hadn’t expected it to have that kind of effect on him, but when he got home that night he had fucked his wife while she lay there half asleep. He couldn’t stop himself, he was so aroused by the thought that she might have just fucked another man. The following evening he came back at around the same time. Too late, he realised, when he saw the man leave the house. He couldn’t see his face clearly but he now knew that it was one of the black guys who was in there with her right this minute, getting ready to fuck her brains out with his massive hard cock. As soon as the man was out of sight Joe had rushed up to the window, just in time to see his wife walk through the hallway, only a skimpy towel to cover her. She must have fucked the man and then had a bath, or maybe they had had one together. What was even more amazing was that after the man had left Joe had watched her masturbate to orgasm. She was so insatiable, it was no wonder that she was now taking on two men at once. Joe pressed his face close to the window and took out his cock, ready to jerk off as he watched his slut of a wife. Darryl Henderson exchanged glances with his friend Morgan as they approached the naked white girl lying naked on the couch with her legs spread apart. The pair of them had taken off all their clothes, knowing that her husband wouldn’t be back for some time. They already knew before they came in that she was hungry for some black cock, judging by the way she had begged Darryl to come in the night before. He would have fucked her then only his boss was expecting him back a few minutes later. He had told Morgan later that night what a hot little slut the white girl was and how he was going to give her a good humping sometime soon. Tonight was Darryl’s night off and he had only brought Morgan along to show him what a sexy bitch this married lady was. He didn’t know that she would drag them inside her house and beg both of them to fuck her. “What are you waiting for?” Helen demanded. “Come on. Do it. My pussy’s all wet. I need it. I need some of that big, black dick inside me.” She loved talking like a slut. It fired her up even more, fuelling her desire to get fucked by their huge cocks. She watched the two men approach, their heavy cocks held in their hands and she knew that they would satisfy her more than she had ever been before. Their bodies were sleek and toned and muscular, just the way she liked them. She couldn’t wait for them to take her in their power, treat her like their sex slave. Darryl leaned over her prone body and kissed her, his big soft lips cushioning against her own. She moaned involuntarily as he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth. God, that felt good. She grasped the shaft of his cock in her fist as he kissed her, feeling its incredible weight. After a few moments the other guy, Morgan, gently pulled his friend away and kissed her too. Her stomach was churning with desire as his hands reached out to squeeze her tits, gently at first, and then with more force, until she had to push him away. She thought she might faint with the hunger she had for them. “No more foreplay,” she said in a breathy voice. “I’m so wet already. I need it now. Please.” Darryl leaned over her again and pushed her down further on the couch as he climbed on top of her. Her heels dug into the arm rest at the end of the couch as she waited in eager anticipation for him to enter her. She looked at the dark skin of his body hovering over her like a big, black cloud. She gasped out loud as she felt the huge head of his cock burrow in between the lips of her pussy. Then she moaned as he shoved half his length into her with one push. After a few gentle strokes the slick wetness of her pussy allowed him to press deeper and deeper until his full ten inches were inside her. Now she really began to moan. She was panting and screaming as he thrust back and forth. She had never been filled up like this before. Morgan stood watching for a few moments then he reached down to grope her fleshy tits, pressing his own thick black cock against her cheek. She turned her head and gobbled at it hungrily, taking as much down her throat as she could. “That’s it baby,” Morgan said. “Suck it good. Suck that black dick.” Soft mews of pleasure came from her throat as she felt the thrill of being taken at both ends. It was an incredible feeling. She rolled her tongue around the underside of Morgan’s cock, trying to give him just some of the pleasure that she was feeling herself. If she had known that having a threesome was this much fun she would have done it years ago. All that time wasted being faithful to her husband when she could have been getting laid like this every night instead. Joe pressed his face against the window, his expression a mixture of horror and wonder. His erection was in his hand and he furiously pumped it back and forth. He wanted to see it all, watch both of those big, black men do it to her, give her the fucking of her life. Suddenly Darryl pulled his huge throbbing cock all the way out of Helen’s pussy and she pushed Morgan out of her mouth as she groaned in frustration. “What are you doing?” she asked plaintively. “Don’t stop now. Were you going to cum? Do it. Do it inside me. I don’t mind.” “No,” he said, turning to lie on his back next to her on the couch and then lifting her up on top of him. “Not yet. I want to suck those big titties of yours first.” He was so strong that he could lift her up like a rag doll as he eased her down onto his massive prick. Oh my God, she thought, this is even better. Fucking him on top. She could really feel that monster of his inside her now. Darryl began pawing at her breasts then leant forward to take one of her nipples between his lips. He drew his tongue over it and then clamped down hard to suck it while his hips thrust into her. After a while he began sucking on her other breast and she felt herself ready to cum. “Oh God, yes…I like that…suck them…suck my tits…ooooh yeah…your cock feels so good…so big and good and hard and…ohhhh…” Darryl place his hands on her hips and drilled his cock into her as she bucked wildly on top of him, screaming out loud as her orgasm made impact. She looked down at Darryl, his eyes focused on her bouncing chest as her firm, juicy tits jiggled around. He continued to thrust into her and she soon came again, hardly able to contain herself. Darryl eventually slowed down but she knew that he hadn’t cum yet. My God, she thought, he’s got such stamina, he could do me all night, and the other one hasn’t even started yet. She glanced at Morgan whose hand was roughly groping her ass while she bounced up and down on Darryl’s cock. “You like my ass, huh?” she said to him, wanting him to know that she hadn’t forgotten about him. “Yeah, baby, you got a great ass. I bet you like getting fucked there, don’t you?” Helen opened her eyes wide as she looked at him. She had been trying to get her husband to try anal for weeks and she couldn’t wait to experience it. “Yeah,” she said. “I love it. You want to fuck my ass? Is that what you want? You want to fuck me in the ass?” Morgan pushed her head down, bowing her low over Darryl’s prone body so that her ass was raised up behind her. He climbed up onto the couch and spanked the cheeks of her ass, using his rock hard prick as a whip. Then he pushed the thick head of his cock up against her tiny little asshole. He knew right away that she was very tight and he withdrew, spat on his hand and lubricated his dick with it. He stabbed at her asshole with his prick while spreading her cheeks as far apart as he could until he forced his way inside. Helen screamed, never having known a feeling quite like it before. Morgan’s cock entered her slowly, making its way up her ass inch by inch. He spread her wide to ensure she could take his whole thing up her tight little ass. By now Darryl had begun gently thrusting into her snatch again and Helen closed her eyes, unable to believe this was happening. Two huge cocks were inside her, only inches apart, one in her pussy and one in her ass. She hadn’t known it was even possible to do it like this, let alone how great it would feel. For a moment she wondered what it would be like to have three men at once, so all her holes were filled up. Morgan and Darryl worked together to build up the right kind of rhythm so that both of them could fuck her at the same time. This hadn’t been the first time they had done it like this. A few weeks ago they had both fucked a whore, taking turns to switch from her cunt to her ass. It had taken a while to get the hang of it but with a little help from the whore they had eventually managed to both get inside her at the same time. This white girl was real tight but they didn’t have a problem doing it to her either, probably because she fucking loved it so much. Darryl grabbed hold of Helen’s tits and mashed his hands against them as he speeded up his thrusts. By now Morgan was all the way inside her ass and he stroked it back and forth, faster and harder with each movement. Helen was panting so hard that she could barely breathe. “Ooooh yeah…yeah…mmmm…oh please…do it…cum inside me…cum in my ass…please…ooooh…” Midway through her third orgasm, Helen suddenly felt Darryl’s prick expand in her cunt as he exploded, filling her up with his cum. He raised his hips, jamming it into her as she screamed and bucked against him. The pressure on Morgan’s cock was too much to take and he came instantly, flooding her ass with his juices. When it was all over the two men climbed off the couch and put their clothes back on. Helen lay back and smiled happily up at them. It had been the most amazing experience of her life. “I guess we better be going,” Darryl said. “Will you come back again,” Helen asked. “Tomorrow. Both of you.” “I don’t know. I guess we could do,” Morgan said breezily, wanting to hear her beg for it again. “Oh please. Please come. And…” “And what?” “Have you got another friend? I want to…I want to have three of you at the same time. One in my pussy, one in my mouth and one in my ass. Could you do that? Oh God, please. I would love that.” The two men looked at each other. Damn, what a find this white slut was. They could get her to do anything they wanted and she would just beg for more. They could probably get one of the other security guards to pay for the pleasure. Pimp her out like she was some kind of whore. “We’ll see what we can do,” Darryl said. On their way out neither man noticed Helen’s husband, Joe, skulking in the bushes. He was in pain. His cock was raw from all the jerking off he had done while watching that slutty wife of his having the night of her life. He had heard what she had said at the end there and he knew that he’d be back here again tomorrow night, ready to watch and jerk off as his wife took on three black cocks at once.