11 comments/ 121979 views/ 45 favorites Burglar Surprise By: ErotickWriter Here is a short story I wrote for Literotica.com about a housewife who ends up gaining more than she loses when two burglars surprise her at home. Hope you enjoy! ************ Liz looked quickly up from the screen and glanced around the room before diving back into the story. Whatever small noise she'd heard was driven immediately from her thoughts by the tale she was reading. She knew it was just a fantasy, but the mental image of that girl masturbating in the car while the driver watched and traffic rolled by – well, she couldn't help picturing herself there, and her fingers strayed unconsciously to her hard nipples as she read. Why didn't things like this ever happen to her? Her husband would be shocked if he knew this kind of thing excited her. She glanced up again, looking out the window into the darkness as she anticipated where the story might lead her, and thinking that she probably would have been sucking the driver's cock by now if it were her. But that's what was great about these stories. They lead you places you might not go on your own, and the best ones sure made you enjoyed the ride! Gazing out the front window, her mind whirling with exciting naughty thoughts, Liz noticed the neighbor's lights on across the street, despite the late hour. She saw a curtain flutter furtively back into place. That fucking pervert, Jerry! She laughed a little bit, but got up to close her blinds and turn down the lights just the same. She knew Jerry was harmless enough – he was just a horny, lonely old widower, and they actually got along well – but she still didn't want him watching her as she touched herself in her nightie. Goddamn goofy Jerry. She'd be sure to tease him some tomorrow. But now, she wanted to get back to that story. With her husband away for a week on a business trip, she had a lot of time on her hands, and Liz had found this awesome erotic literature site. It was keeping her quite entertained, but she was also hopelessly turned on. It was only Tuesday, and she had already probably masturbated five times since he left! Slipping her panties from beneath her filmy white negligee and tossing them onto a chair, she picked up her laptop and settled back onto the couch for some stress relief before turning in. She found herself wondering what the authors of these erotic adventures were really like as she lost herself in the story again. Unaware of her own actions, she nibbled at her fingertips as she read about the girl sucking her own juices from her fingers. Her breath came quickly. Her hand wandered to the warm wetness between her legs as she read, just lightly touching, anticipating, dreaming... BAM! This time there was no mistake – the crash of the door from the garage flying open was so loud Liz sat paralyzed for a moment, her body flooded with adrenaline and her heart pounding. She looked toward the kitchen, where the garage entrance was, and watched with wide eyes as two black-clad men stole into the living room. Her mouth opened wordlessly and then snapped shut again. The open laptop and the short nightie hiked up around her hips were forgotten. "Goddammit!!" spat the larger of the two men as he caught sight of Liz. "You said she already went to bed, Jason!" He wheeled on his partner angrily. "Fuck you, man! I thought she did! She shut the blinds and turned the lights out." He paused, calmer some now that the surprise of seeing her there had passed. "Besides," he continued in a quieter voice, "your trick with the garage door woulda woke the dead anyway, so what does it matter?" They both stood looking at Liz, deciding what to do, with dawning appreciation of the good-looking woman on the couch in her little negligee - a woman who had apparently been in the middle of pleasuring herself, judging by the panties tossed on the chair. Despite being petrified, or maybe because of it, Liz's nipples were straining at her nightie, and she still hadn't thought to close her legs and push down the hem. The unspilled tears made her eyes shine in the glow of the dimmed lamp. She couldn't see their faces for the masks, but the hot gaze of their eyes finally brought her to her senses, and she covered herself with a pillow from the couch. "Who else is here?" asked the shorter man, his tone threatening. "My, my husband is upstairs," Liz muttered in a voice she hoped was convincing. "Wrong. His car isn't in the garage." "Well, he'll, he'll be back any minute!" she stammered, more frightened than ever. "The taller guy smiled and stepped closer. "I don't think so. You see, we've been watching the neighborhood, and he left yesterday morning. With suitcases. So don't fuck with us. Now, is there anybody else here? Any kids?" "No," Liz admitted. "No. We don't have kids." She stifled a sob, but no tears fell. "Well, fuck. Let's get on with it, Collie." Colin, the bigger guy, hated that nickname, but he knew Jason meant nothing by it and would probably never change, so he wordlessly pulled some rope from a pouch around his waist and tied Liz's hands tightly. He brought out a length of cloth and was about to gag her, but she pleaded with him not to. "Please!" she begged, "I promise I won't shout." Tears finally slipped down her smooth cheeks. "Just don't hurt me. Please!" "We didn't come here to hurt you, lady. Thought you'd be asleep. Still, I have to tie you up." Now that his surprise has abated, Colin acted with businesslike calmness. He looked around the room for a convenient place to tie her. He decided on the staircase that ran along the end of the living room. If he tied her with her hands above her head about halfway up, she wouldn't be able to reach any furniture or light switches with her feet while they were working. He dragged her roughly to the side of the stairs, selecting a spot where the base of the handrail spindles were just above her head. He pushed her back against the wall and stretched her arms up so he could tie her wrists to the spindle. Scared as she was, Liz couldn't help but notice the strength and hardness of his body as he pressed against her, working on the knots. He smelled clean, with just a hint of crisp fragrance about him - not what she expected from a burglar. When he was finished, he stepped back, and his eyes lingered on her face for a moment, then roamed down her body, but he made no movement to touch her. She silently cursed the electricity that tingled through her nipples and loins. What the hell was she thinking? This was a damned crook! Still, there was something about being so vulnerable and exposed feeling... Jason stepped beside Colin and took a closer look at Liz. "Damn, Collie. Too bad we aren't in the assault business. This lady is prime." Despite his sexually charged statement, there was no leer or threat in Jason's voice, which surprised her. He sounded genuinely appreciative, which sent a thrill of gratitude through her, ridiculous though that seemed to her, even then. Maybe she was just thankful they weren't going to rape or kill her. She had read about the weird psychology that often afflicts victims. Up close, she realized Jason only looked small in comparison to Collie. He was still taller than she was by half a foot or more, and looked to be built at least as sturdily as his partner. Standing together, she realized they had a similarity of bearing, too, and she wondered if they were brothers, or old military buddies. Funny thoughts to be thinking about common crooks, she realized. "Yes, she is prime, isn't she?" Colin appraised her once more. "No, we aren't in the rape business. But I wouldn't mind seeing a bit more of our friend here." His eyes, behind the mask, were piercing, locked onto Liz's own. Once more, there was no implied threat in his words, no mocking or teasing. In a sudden flash of insight, she realized what the statement truly was – a request for permission. She knew if she protested, he would not touch her. But if she did not... She said nothing. Her eyes met Colin's, her gaze steady despite her fear and the pounding of her heart. He stepped forward slowly. She didn't know what to expect. He reached out to the neckline of her nightie, grasping a handful of translucent fabric in each hand, and slowly, purposefully ripped the material from top to bottom, laying it open. Liz gasped, and her breasts were heaving with her labored breathing. Colin then ripped the fabric free from around each of her shoulders with the same slow, methodical movements. He tossed the rended garment aside and admired her exposed flesh. Gooseflesh rippled across her skin in palpable waves. Liz stood, arms outstretched above her head, totally vulnerable. The two men took in her smooth lines, the curves of her hips, and the carefully trimmed strip of pubic hair standing in stark contrast to her skin in the dim light. Her breasts, thrust out with unintentional pride because of her position, hung full and ripe, and her nipples were hard little peaks atop puckered areolas. Her hair hung about her shoulders, a few strands cascading down the slope of her breasts. In the dimness it was hard to tell the color, maybe dark blond or light brown, but it captured each bit of available light and glinted with glowing highlights. "Beautiful!" Jason breathed. "Yes, she is." Colin touched her hair lightly with a single finger, lifting it from her shoulder and then letting it fall again. In that moment, that crazy, stupid, fucked-up moment, Liz did feel beautiful, lovely in a way she hadn't felt in years. Usually she was all too aware of the flaws that plague each of us, and she had never considered herself beautiful anyway, but in this one distilled, hyper-intense slice of time, she felt lovely. And then the two men turned away and went about the business of robbing her home. Liz no longer felt lovely. She felt wretched and stupid, like a middle-aged woman so hooked on romance novels, she starts to think they are real. She felt naked. And disappointed. Colin and Jason scoured the house, going from room to room, searching for easily sold valuables. Despite the obvious upper middle class comfort of the home, all they came up with were a flat screen TV and a couple of computers. There didn't appear to be any cash stashed around, except for a few twenties in the woman's purse. Their only hope to make any real money would be if they could glean some valuable data off the computers before fencing them. Colin found a jewelry box in the bedroom, but there was precious little in it. She probably kept any serious jewelry locked up in a safe deposit box, but there were a few gold earrings and an interesting, intricate ruby necklace. Probably fake rubies, he thought bleakly. The two men met back in the living room and briefly checked on Liz. She gave them a scornful look but said nothing. Gathering their loot, Jason noticed the forgotten laptop still open on the couch. When he picked it up, the screensaver flicked off and the screen displayed the document Liz had been reading. Curiosity piqued, Jason scrolled through the story quickly. "Literotica.com, huh? Collie, our girl here likes to read naughty stories! Check this out!" He read aloud a few of the juicier passages from the story Liz had been reading. She felt her cheeks flush as both men looked at her with a new sense of appreciation. She squirmed in her bonds, which were becoming distinctly uncomfortable. "Come on, close that up and let's get out of here before you start jerking off," Colin goaded Jason. They took rags and wiped down everyplace they might have left prints, and began packing their loot into bags. As Colin was putting the jewelry into a small black cloth bag, he held up the ruby necklace to show Jason. "Not much jewelry, but this looked cool." Liz, watching as they loaded up their take, burst out "Oh, no! Not that, please! That was my grandmother's. It's all I have left from her!" The two men eyed her, wondering whether it was true, or if the necklace was just more valuable than they first thought. Before they could decide, she continued. "Please. Take all the other stuff. We have insurance. I don't care. But please don't take that necklace. Please. I'll do anything you want!" There was silence as they all processed this last plea. Colin was the first to move. He brought the necklace over to Liz. "What could you possibly do that we would want?" This time there WAS a teasing tone to his voice, and the hint of a threat, though it wasn't a threat of violence. She didn't answer him, but her breath quivered in her throat and her bottom lip trembled. "Do you mean, something like those stories you read? Is that what you mean?" Shame welled up in her, but she looked at him steadily. "I... I don't know. Yes. Yes, I guess so. Whatever you want." She hung her head. Jason walked over. "Does the necklace mean that much to you? Or are you just horny?" For the first time, he sounded derisive. And the criticism struck home, too. It was true about the necklace, but she was horrified to admit to herself that she DID want to have these two guys take her. She felt a bead of sweat trickle between her breasts, and tears welled in her eyes. "Or maybe," Colin interjected, "she just wants to get a DNA sample so she can have us arrested for robbery AND rape." The coldness in his voice frightened her badly, the first time she had been truly frightened since they had burst into the living room. Coldness stole over her body, making her traitorous nipples stand erect again, this time with terror. Colin put a finger under her chin and raised her face to look into his. "Is that it? You've come up with a plan to catch us?" "No! Oh, no, no, that's not it at all. I just, I... I saw how you looked at me..." She swallowed hard. "I thought... I just don't want to lose the necklace. That's all." She hung her head again, the shame like an aura around her. "Maybe," Colin said quietly, " there is something in what Jason here says. I believe you about the necklace, I do." Colin was obviously not your usual stupid, insensitive felon, because he had picked up on the nature of Liz's shame. "But I don't think the necklace is all of it. No, not at all. I think you want us to fuck you like one of your fantasies. Fuck you and use you like a toy for our pleasure, and none of it will be your fault, yes? You will be the helpless victim, and no one can blame you for the base things we make you do, right?" He smiled a smile full of mirth, but dark with understanding. "Even if you want us to do them," he added. Liz sobbed, one great heaving cry, and then wept quietly. "I see that I'm right," Colin said thoughtfully. Liz nodded wretchedly. "Yes," was all she could mutter through the tears. Colin clasped the necklace around her throat, and admired the way it hung like droplets of blood suspended by threads of gold on her breast. Then he took Jason into the other room to talk. After a few minutes, the men came back into the room. "Dry your tears, my dear," Jason said as he wiped the last few drops from her cheeks. "We have a plan." "Here's what will happen," Colin continued. "We are going to steal these other things, but leave you the necklace. And we are going to make your fantasy come true." He smiled at her, genuine, full of the promise of wonderful and terrible things to come. "In return, you will tell the police nothing of our visit. You will say you came home, and someone had broken in and these things were missing. You saw nothing." "OK," Liz responded weakly. A sick feeling of dread was spreading through her now that this "fantasy" appeared to be in motion. "For insurance," Jason continued, " we're going to video you begging us to fuck you. And it has to look real, or we take the necklace and go. You don't say anything to the cops, nobody sees the video. You say something, and the video hits the internet, with your address and everything. Understood?" Liz just looked scared. She couldn't bring herself to answer. "It's not a perfect plan, but it is the best we could do," Colin smiled. "Besides," he said softly, stepping close and taking her chin gently in his hand, "I think you need this." He kissed her softly on the mouth, and he could feel the tremble of her lips. "I think you're a very good girl who needs to be very bad, just this once." It took a little while to get the video recorded on Jason's cell phone, not because Liz resisted, but because it took a few tries for her to really get into character. The two men watched the final product with satisfaction, not to mention growing erections. They had released her from the staircase, but retied her hands behind her back. The video showed a close-up of her face as she knelt in front of the couch, hair cascading over bare shoulders, and her look was convincingly wanton as she begged the two men off-camera to use her, abuse her, and fuck her like a little whore. She flushed as she listened to the recording. She couldn't believe it was her voice, because she never ever spoke like that, but it was her, and she sounded totally credible. She sounded like she really did want them to treat her like a whore... Almost as if he were able to read her mind, Colin said "It sounds like she means it." Liz had a disconcerting, surreal feeling that he could see her thoughts, even the thoughts that she was able to hide from herself. As soon as he spoke them, though, she knew they were true. And then he was lifting her roughly to her feet and shoved her back onto the couch. He knelt, spreading her legs, and said "I've wanted to taste you since we got here," and wasted no time in burying his face into her pussy. She was already shamefully wet, and he lapped her juices eagerly. She moaned and arched her back as he pummeled her clit with his tongue. Jason climbed onto the couch next to her and began to fondle her breasts as Colin ate her. He enjoyed the heavy, natural weight of them in his hands, and the live electricity he could feel pulsing in the response of her nipples. As he groped her breasts, he talked quietly into her ear, telling her what a hot little slut she was, and how he couldn't wait to shove his cock down her throat. Liz whimpered at the thought, wondering if she had gotten in too far over her head. She had a good love life with her husband, but he treated her like a queen, and she couldn't imagine him talking about shoving his cock down her throat, much less doing it. She writhed under the two men's touch, fear and excitement firing every nerve. She was brought sharply back into the present by Jason's voice whispering "Do you like a little pain?" gently in her ear, but before she could answer he pinched and twisted her nipples hard, making her buck and cry out. He smiled at her as he tweaked and twisted her poor breasts, watching her face. He released his grip long enough to land a stinging smack across her left breast, and she moaned loudly. "Oh, you like that, do you?" he teased, and swatted her again. "No! No, please! I don't like it, it hurts!" she pleaded. Colin raised his face, lips glistening with her juices, and said "She's lying. She gushed like a river when you did that. I thought she was gonna cum right then." Liz pleaded fruitlessly as the two men traded places, giving Jason his chance to taste her and Colin the opportunity to play with her luscious breasts. He leaned over and drew one of her hard, sensitive nipples into his mouth, playing his tongue over it as he sucked. They tasted, teased, spanked, nibbled and smacked her body for quite a long time, never letting her get too close to orgasm. It was clear to Liz that she was truly their toy, helpless and bound. She prayed silently that they wouldn't really hurt her. Some of Jason's smacks across her breasts were really painful, though she didn't think they'd injure her. She thought the swats on her ass would leave marks, and hoped they'd be gone by the time her husband got back. Burglar Surprise As if on some signal, both men stopped at once and stood, dragging Liz up off the couch. Wrenching her bound arms up behind her for leverage, Colin forced her to her knees, hard. She cried out, her voice unheeded. Jason unzipped his trousers and released his hard cock and stepped up to her, thrusting himself in her face. She looked up at him fearfully, knowing what she had to do, wanting it, but NOT wanting it, as well. She opened her mouth tentatively, reached out and took the head of his shaft between her lips, and ran her tongue over the smooth curves. She moaned, tasting the skin of this stranger, thinking how different he was from her husband. Oh! Her husband! She felt another of those pangs of guilt and shame, woven inextricably with sheer desire and lust. She sucked Jason deeply in, resigned to her hunger, and got most of his shaft into her mouth before it reached the back of her throat. She withdrew, and then bobbed her head up and down a few times, pushing thoughts of her husband out of her mind with each thrust. Soon his cock was wet with her saliva. "I think you can get deeper than that!" Jason said roughly. "Any slut worth her salt should be able to deepthroat my tiny dick!" He laughed at his own joke, but Liz trembled. He wasn't huge, but he wasn't tiny, either, and she didn't think she could fit it any deeper without gagging. "No! I can't take it all. I can't, I'll gag!" The two men just laughed, and Jason put his cock back in her mouth and started pumping. Colin, still behind her, stepped close and held her head, shoving her forward to meet Jason's thrusts. She struggled against them, but it was no use, and each time the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat she gagged. Drool started running down her chin and her eyes watered. Jason stopped his pumping, but didn't take his shaft from her mouth. "You're fighting it! Stop fighting. It won't hurt you. When it gets to the back of your throat, don't resist. Just swallow, like you're swallowing food." Despite their rough treatment before, they both eased up now and moved more carefully. Jason slid his cock in again, more slowly this time, and when he felt it touch the back of her throat, he stopped. Colin held her head still, but he didn't shove. Instead, he knelt and spoke reassuringly into her ear, slow and soothing words to calm her, telling her it was OK, just to let it in, just swallow. Liz did what they said, and tried swallowing. It was awkward with that big, foreign object in her mouth. You don't usually swallow with your mouth wide open, but she did it anyway. As she did, Jason could feel his opportunity and pushed his shaft gently but firmly in. Before she knew it, Liz's face was against Jason's hard abdomen, and she thrilled at the sensation of the first few inches of his cock down her throat. She felt so... penetrated. Penetrated in a way intercourse never made her feel. Pride welled up inside, much to Liz's surprise and chagrin. Pride and lust. She gagged a little as he pulled back out, but not nearly as bad as before. Emboldened by the knowledge that she could actually take him all the way in, she began to suck him more aggressively, deepthroating him every few strokes until she began to feel more comfortable with it. She felt her pussy flooding with hot wetness as she sucked, but wasn't able to do anything about it with her hands still tied. "OK, let's try this again. I told you I couldn't wait to fuck your throat!" And then Jason made good on his wish. She didn't try to move away, though she still gagged and retched if he went too fast. He seemed to be able to tell when she just couldn't take any more, and he'd give her a little breather. Colin's hands roamed over her body, and she moaned uncontrollably when his searching fingers finally plunged into her soaked pussy. For the first time she felt like a total and complete sexual being, her body given over to sensation. She was being used for another's gratification, and she liked it. The thought of these strangers – crooks, for god's sake! - thrusting fingers inside her, shoving a cock down her throat like she was a toy, these thoughts turned her on in a way she'd never been turned on before. She felt deliciously slutty. While Jason kept at her throat, Colin untied Liz's hands. She was so focused on the big dick in her mouth that she scarcely noticed until Colin commanded her, "Get on your hands and knees. And it's my turn at that lovely mouth." Jason stepped aside as she did what Colin bade. Her hands and arms were sore and stiff, but she got into position anyway. Jason stepped behind her and got down on his knees, spread her legs a bit and skewered her pussy without hesitation. Liz was plenty wet, but the abruptness of his entry caught her off guard and she gasped out loud. She looked up at Colin as he unzipped himself, and let out a sighing whimper as he drew his cock from his boxers. He was no bigger around than her husband, maybe not as big around as Jason, but his shaft was longer than either. Instead of shoving it between her lips, as she expected, he lifted her chin to look up at him as he stroked himself with his other hand. Jason was pumping her hard from behind, and she could feel her breasts swaying and her grandmother's necklace swinging with the motion. Colin stepped closer, and guided her face to his balls. Liz licked around the base of his cock and all over his scrotum, tentatively. She didn't have much experience at messing with testicles, since her husband didn't really seem to care for it, and she wasn't sure what to do. Colin helped her with a simple command. "Suck them!" he ordered in a husky voice, and she did. He stroked as she drew each of his balls into her mouth, trying to be careful not to hurt him. But he seemed to like it even when she was a little rough, so she sucked harder, even bit them a little bit, and he just moaned happily. She began to enjoy curling her tongue around each heavy, hanging nut and drawing it into her mouth to suck on it. She even managed to get both of them in her mouth, causing Colin to wince with pain and pleasure. Finally he had enough of this foreplay, and grabbing her hair roughly, slid that long shaft into her mouth. He didn't go very fast, but instead seemed to savor each inch disappearing down her gullet. When he was all the way in, he held her face there, hard, and ground his hips in circles without letting her back away. He kept this up for at least a minute, maybe more, until Liz felt desperate for breath and fought hard to get away. Her airway was blocked, and her throat felt stuffed to the max, unbelievably full. At last he let her go, and she drew back with a gasp, sucking in air, and streamers of saliva dripped down her chin. He didn't give her long, though, before he started fucking her mouth again. He was never hatefully forceful, but he wasn't gentle either. Between the two men pumping into her body, she was feeling well-used. Liz felt Jason slow down his thrusts, and then spread her ass wide with both hands. "Such a pretty ass!" he admired, kneading her cheeks. Then he spit on her asshole, and she squirmed as she felt the warmth ooze down her crack. She felt his thumb probing her tight hole, and she tried to wriggle away, but he held her firmly. In fact, her struggles seemed to excite him, because he started fucking her more forcefully again. She wasn't used to anal play, and his thumb exploring her rectum felt terribly invasive, but she realized with some surprise that it also felt good. He wasn't going very deep, but still she could feel the subtle pressure as his penis and thumb squeezed the tissues between them in their passing. She quit resisting and just experienced it. Colin seemed to enjoy watching, and soon he pulled out of her mouth altogether. Colin went over and sat on the big, plush throw rug that covered the main part of the floor. He had already pulled his pants the rest of the way off, and now he pulled his shirt off too, keeping only his mask on. He was covered in a slight sheen of sweat, and Liz realized it must be quite hot in the masks. He motioned for her to come over to him, telling Jason "It's my turn to try that sweet pussy." To Liz, he simply said "I'm hot. You ride me for a while." He stretched out on his back, his erect cock beckoning. She went over and straddled him, gliding his shaft into her already soaking slit. God, he really was longer than her husband, she thought – she could feel the head touching her cervix when she sat all the way down on him. She began to fuck him with lithe gyrating motions of her hips, sometimes lifting herself nearly off of him, and then impaling her body on the full length of his glistening rod. Not wanting to miss out, Jason stood beside them, and taking Liz by the hair, guided her mouth to his cock. She could taste her juices on his shaft, smell the sweet musk of her pussy, and she was reminded briefly of the girl in the story, the one who liked the taste of her own juices so much, she worried she might be a lesbian. Savoring the taste, Liz sucked him passionately, guilt forgotten, moving in rhythm with both men. "Get it good and wet!" Jason ordered her, as he thrust hard and deep into her throat. "You're gonna want it wet..." Then he stepped away from her face and walked around behind her. Arranging himself, he spread her ass and once again spit on her tight hole for lubrication. Realizing what he was about to do, Liz started protesting. "No, I don't want to do that! I don't like anal sex! Don't!" she cried out. "Have you ever tried it?" It was Colin who spoke this time. She could feel the head of Jason's cock pressed against her asshole, but he wasn't going any further. Yet. "N-n-n-nooo! I haven't tried it," Liz stuttered, "but I don't want to. I've heard it hurts!" "Well, sweetie, we already know you like a little pain! It won't hurt for long. And besides, when are you going to get the chance again? I get the feeling hubby won't be up to it." Colin's last sentence was dripping with contempt, and she felt a bristling protectiveness about her husband. But he was right – her husband would never do it because it might hurt her. Liz didn't answer, and there was a long moment of quiet stillness as she thought. Her pause must have been taken as consent, because she felt Jason pushing the head of his shaft into her tight little asshole. She gasped, her breath taken away. What she had heard was right – it DID hurt! But it wasn't terrible, and the feeling of fullness was pleasant, kind of like his thumb had been. She tried to relax the muscles that wanted to spasm around that thick rod, and found herself focusing on Colin, who was gently pumping in and out of her and kneading her breasts. "Breathe," he said, thumbs twirling around her nipples. "It'll be OK." She breathed deeply, as slowly as she could, while Jason pushed himself further inside her. When she tensed up and cried out, he would pause and let her calm back down. Then he would push again, his shaft invading ever more deeply. At last he was all the way in, and he just stayed there for a little while. She felt amazingly full, like she really needed to evacuate herself, but it was stimulating, too, and not at all unpleasant. He pulled slowly out, and then back in again, several long slow strokes, and each time he spit on his cock for more lubrication. Before long, he was fucking her ass as he had fucked her throat, fast and hard. Liz began to move her hips over Colin again, fucking him recklessly, and they all got into a rhythm together, sweat running down all their bodies now. Liz reveled in the feeling of the two cocks thrusting deep into her body. It was such an unbelievable feeling of pure sexual pleasure, pure forbidden bliss. After some time, Colin said to Jason "Hey, I'm not gonna last much longer and I want a chance at that ass. How about you move off!" Jason stepped away without a protest, and Colin slid out from beneath Liz. He was clearly the Alpha of the pair, but they seemed to get along well. Liz didn't know if she was supposed to move somewhere or if she should just stay put, but Colin moved around behind her and lifted her hips 'til she was on her hands and knees again. "You wanted us to fuck you like a dog, didn't you?" he teased, and then she felt his cock filling her ass, sending electricity thrilling through her abdomen. She was still open and relaxed from Jason's cock, so Colin's didn't hurt as it penetrated her anus. But he was so long, she felt a weird pressure and a dull pain deep inside when he reached the first curve of her colon. With steady pressure, he kept pushing until he was all the way in, and that hurt quite a lot at first. But like the first time Jason spread her poor little hole, the pain soon dissipated and subsided, and she was able to focus on the pleasure. And pleasure, there was plenty! She could feel his cock going so deep inside her, and as it slid past her anus, all those thousands of nerve endings fired at once. She thought to herself again how amazing this felt, and wondered how she could convince her husband to try it. Colin fucked her ass good and hard, making her whole body rock and her breasts sway each time his hips banged into her behind. Meanwhile, Jason didn't want to be left out, so he moved in front of Liz, cock hanging in her face. He took her by the hair again, and raised her face up and tried to put his cock in her mouth. She fought away, saying "No, are you crazy? You're sick. That was up my ass! Get away!" Colin slowed to watch what would happen. Jason knelt down face to face with Liz, still holding her hair. "Listen, your time to choose is long past. You said you wanted us to use you, abuse you, and fuck you like a dog. You're our whore now. You do what I want you to do. Got it!?" He spoke quietly, matter-of-factly. Liz looked at him angrily, eyes burning. She knew he was serious, but also knew that, so far, they had done nothing that truly injured her, and had taken their time when she struggled with deepthroating and anal sex. She didn't think they would really hurt her now, or make her do anything by sheer force. She glared at him, knowing he was forcing her hand. If she kept her teeth gritted, he couldn't possible get his cock past them, so the decision WAS hers... "Are we clear?" he said at last, and stood back up. This time, when he tried to slide his cock past her lips, she reluctantly let them part, and let him in. Revulsion fought valiantly with dark excitement for the uppermost hold on her heart. She was afraid it would taste awful, but she was surprised that there was hardly any taste at all. The thought of doing something so taboo, so disgustingly raunchy, turned her on enormously. And she could almost believe she was being forced to do it. In the end, she sucked his cock with abandon. The two men began to pump into her, one in her mouth and one up her ass, moving in sync so she was sandwiched between them. Colin could scarcely believe this was happening. All he had come here to do was rob the house. He thought the lady would be asleep, they'd steal what they could, and be gone. Now he was experiencing some kind of Machiavellian fantasy beyond his wildest dreams. And the strangest part was, he really liked this woman. He really thought she needed this. And, she was fucking hot. Not exactly a beauty queen, but totally attractive, and ripe with a need that was tangible in the air. The view as he fucked her ass was amazing, and he knew he'd need a break soon. He groaned and signaled to Jason, and the two switched places. This time, Liz didn't even protest. There was something about giving herself up for their pleasure that she found hugely satisfying. Instead of being revulsed, she was completely excited that Colin's dick had just been up her ass, so far inside her she could feel it pressing against her abdominal wall with each thrust, and now it was in her mouth. She felt dirty, whorish, and unbelievably sexy. She worried a little about getting sick, but figured she would deal with that if it happened. Her head swam, and she stopped thinking and simply became a creature of sensation for a while. Jason and Colin swapped positions again, and Liz whimpered and moaned as Colin's fingers found her clitoris and spread her vulva to dip inside, rubbing her in syncronicity with the thrusts into her ass. Her jaw was getting sore and she was feeling shaky and exhausted, but she hoped they would last long enough for Colin to make her orgasm. Fire was spreading in her loins, and she was building slowly to climax. There was almost too much stimulation, too much going on with her body, and she thought she might never be able to cum this way. Either that, or it was going to be the hugest orgasm she had ever had! Jason was no longer throatfucking her mercilessly, and was letting her do as she pleased with her mouth as he reached down and played with her nipples. Electricity spread with growing inevitability through her whole body. Her orgasm struck like a tsunami. She bucked and cried out, writhing and squirming in ecstasy, and she would have collapsed to the floor if the two guys had not held her in place. She ground her hips against Colin's fingers and cock as she came, and her cheeks flushed bright red against the paleness of her face. She thought she might pass out. It was like nothing she had ever felt. Jason was so turned on by the intensity of her orgasm that he renewed his assault on her mouth. So far, he had taken the whole evening in stride, never having been one to think too much about things. But he knew this night was like no other he had ever had, nor was likely to ever have again. He was a pragmatist, and didn't fantasize much, but he thought he might fantasize about this woman's expressions, her submission, and her dignity in the face of it all for some time. He didn't think of it in those terms, maybe, but those were the things he responded to. He found her amazingly hot, and he had been pacing himself for some time now, not wanting to be the first to cum, but he didn't care anymore. He was so close, and he couldn't wait to feed this woman his seed. The anticipation of it drove him to the brink. When he came, he pulled his cock almost all the way from her mouth, but kept the head between her lips. He wanted her to taste his cum, but he didn't want any to be wasted, either. He wanted her to take it all. She sensed he was about to shoot his load and tried to move away, but he held her fast. It was Jason's turn to think he had never cum like this before – the first blast erupted from him with such force he could feel the semen jet from his spasming cock, a much longer spurt than usual, and it felt as if his testicles were being turned inside out. The thick blast shot right down her throat and she gagged a little, but she didn't try to pull away any more. She moaned as each spurt flooded her mouth, which exhorted Jason to greater heights. His orgasm lasted for what seemed forever, stream after stream of cum bursting from him, and sweat poured beneath the mask, stinging his eyes. Little white rivulets of jism pooled at the corners of her mouth, still stretched around the girth of his cock. He blinked the sweat away and milked the last drops from his shaft before taking it from her mouth. She seemed to know what he expected, and with a look of sweet submission and shame she swallowed his load. Jason went to the bathroom without a word, leaving Liz alone with Colin. He pulled himself from her ass and helped her to her feet. Motioning her to the couch, he went into the kitchen and washed himself in the sink. It had been amazingly exciting, but he would never have fucked the girl ass-to-mouth if Jason hadn't already done it. Now, with Jason spent, he felt he should clean up before he continued. Not that he was all that morally upright, he reminded himself. He enjoyed making her do things she wouldn't normally have done, seeing her submit to their will, but he wasn't really cruel, either, and he didn't want to make her sick. He didn't even know if it would make her sick, but being a bit of a germophobe himself, he wondered. Burglar Surprise When he was finished cleaning up, he went back into the living room. "Do you have a vibrator?" he asked unexpectedly. Liz looked suddenly embarrassed. "Yes," she stammered, "it's in my purse." "But we looked in your purse?" Colin puzzled. She looked even more sheepish. "It looks like a lipstick. Purple. It's a Lelo, a little one." Liz swallowed, eyes downcast. "My husband doesn't think I should need a vibrator..." she trailed off. "Ah, keeping secrets!" Colin laughed. "You'll have more than enough secrets after tonight!" He retrieved the purse and found the small vibrator. "USB powered! Clever." He turned it on, a faint buzz filling the quiet room. Colin got down on the floor between Liz's legs, spreading them wide and nestling himself in their embrace. He bent and flicked his tongue over her clit, and she sighed, arching her back to meet his touch. He licked and sucked and lapped at her until she was juicy wet again, and then he brought the vibrator into play. He noticed that her reactions to him had changed. Before, even if her body responded, she had held herself at a distance, somehow. Now she seemed much more at ease with his touch. He wasn't sure he liked that – it didn't do much for the fantasy. But she was much less likely to go to cops, too, if she felt some connection, so it wasn't all bad. Colin knew, if she went to the police, the video would not help him. It would likely only result in further charges. But he didn't think she knew that, or at least, hadn't had time to figure it out. So, a little comfort was probably a good thing, in the big picture. Colin plied the vibrator with an expert touch, its tingling stimulation dancing around her clitoris while his tongue probed all her sensitive, secret places. Sometimes he would use the Lelo on her nipples while he tasted her clit; sometimes, when the little device was drenched in her juices, he would make her lick it clean, tingling her tongue and her psyche at the same time. Soon, she felt the warmth spreading through her and knew she was going to cum again. She gave herself over to it without a fight, and was surprised at the intensity of this orgasm, following so closely on the heels of the last one. She cried out as she came, and pulled his head tight between her legs, crushing his face to her pulsating slit. She felt herself gushing, the contractions of her pelvis creating cascades of her juices, which he lapped up greedily. When the waves had subsided, he raised himself from her and moved up on the couch beside her. He used his strong hand to tilt her head back, his face hovering over hers. She could see the wetness glistening on the fabric around the mouth hole of the mask and on his lips. She thought he was going to kiss her, and parted her lips in anticipation of his touch. Instead, she felt a trickle of warmth as he drizzled juices into her mouth. Surprised, excited, she realized he had gathered all of her wetness into his mouth and held it there, and was now feeding her the mingled musk of her own pussy juices and his saliva. She took it eagerly, sucking the last droplets from his lips before he pulled away. Liz looked over and saw that Jason had returned, and was sitting in a chair quietly watching and jerking his cock slowly. Colin returned to his perch between her legs and turned on the Lelo again. "Oh, no," Liz said in surprise, "I'm too sensitive for that right now!" "Too bad!" Colin cooed in mock sympathy. "I'm not finished yet." And he started eating her again with renewed energy. Liz's poor, overstimulated clit screamed in a delicious agony, and she struggled to move away from the touch of his tongue and the vibrator. Colin only seemed to be more excited at her struggles, going down on her with growing enthusiasm. Pain fought with pleasure for a spot at the forefront of Liz's sensations until they seemed to mingle as one, but still Colin kept up his attentions. Finally, her thrashing had gotten to the point where he was having trouble keeping the vibrator on its mark and her bucking was likely to give him a bloody nose. "Hold still!" Colin ordered harshly. "Now!" Liz was shocked into doing what he said, he sounded so... she couldn't think of the word. Not mean, exactly, nor threatening. Then it came to her. Dominant. She was dominated into submission. She stopped struggling and tried to be still. Jason watched with excitement as Colin kept up his barrage on her tender pussy. For her part, Liz did her best to hold still. She no longer thrashed wildly to get away, but her stomach quivered in undulating waves. Her breasts heaved, and her back arched uncontrollably. Her hands clenched and unclenched in the fabric of the couch cushions, and a steady "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" escaped her lips. Her entire body seemed to oscillate as if she were being electrocuted. Still, she didn't resist. Colin moved up beside her and suckled her breasts as tucked the Lelo into his palm and held it firmly against her clit, cupping her entire pubis in his big hand and sliding his middle finger in and out of her pussy. Liz's cries became one long ragged moan, broken only by occasional gasps for air. She shook from head to foot. She hurt so badly, but she was about to cum again. She could feel the fingers of white hot fire snaking through her abdomen, finally wrapping around her completely and releasing her into the throes of another incredible orgasm. She screamed out in pleasure this time, high squeals and gutteral moans loud enough to hurt Colin's ears. He held the vibrator against her the whole time, and even held it there after her orgasm had subsided. She squirmed, tears streaming down her face, but did not try to get away. "Please stop. Please...it hurts..." she begged, so pathetically, with such resignation, such acknowledgment of his mastery, that Colin acquiesced. He turned off the vibrator and laid it aside. Liz huddled quietly on the couch. Colin laid her out on her back, and lay atop her. She opened her legs to him, looking up at his masked face as he entered her. She was sopping wet, and he slid in easily, but she was sore and tender. He moved easily, hips moving smoothly as he leaned on his elbows, looking down at her. He wiped her tears away with surprising tenderness. "That necklace does look lovely on you," he said, lifting the blood red stones from her breast and smoothing them out. She smiled up at him, a faint, tired smile. "It would be a shame for us to have taken it." They lay on the couch like lovers, moving together, neither saying anything. Liz could almost forget the cruel overpowering stimulation of a few minutes ago. The soreness faded, and she simply enjoyed the feeling of his smooth long rod filling her womanhood. Colin was clearly getting closer to cumming, growing more tense and urgent in his thrusts, and she wondered that he had lasted this long. She began to run her hands over his chest, and feeling his nipples harden at her touch, she began to pinch and rub them. He moaned with pleasure, pushing deeply into her with each plunging thrust of his hips. Colin began to shudder and his breathing grew ragged. She expected him to cum at any second, excited and frightened now that she thought about this stranger's seed filling her pussy. Suddenly, he pulled away from her and rose from the couch, cock in hand, and lurched to the glass coffee table. He aimed his shaft down at the glass, and after a couple of quick strokes unloaded his hot white semen onto the smooth surface. Blast after ropey blast erupted from his cock, gooey streamers of gleaming white that covered the glass in a viscous pool. Liz was surprised by the disappointment that flooded in. The foolish illusion of romance was broken. Still, she was enticed, watching Colin empty himself. She had never really just watched a man shoot his load before. Almost as soon as Colin had finished cumming, Jason leaped up from the chair and added his cum to the growing pool. He didn't cum quite as forcefully or in as much quantity as before, but there was still a substantial puddle of semen there when he finished. "Lick it up," Colin ordered coldly. "On your hands and knees, now. Lick it all up like the little whore we know you are." This sudden change from the almost romantic love-making of moments ago was a shock, and Liz realized this was the final humiliation. She wanted to feel hurt, to feel angry, but somewhere inside she knew she expected this all along. She didn't want a romance – she already had that. No. She wanted to be made to lick up the cum of two strangers who had used her and fucked her however they wanted. She crawled over to the table, submissive and cowed. She looked at both of them, watching her intently. Their cocks were both still hard in anticipation of the sight at hand. Liz didn't hate the taste of semen, but she didn't love it either. Still, as she reached out her long tongue and lapped up the first mouthful, it tasted like forbidden fruit. The semen had gotten cold already and was a little lumpy, but it still held the sweetness of the taboo. She shuddered and savored the taste, taking her time, her movements languid and sensuous. She licked until the table was clean and bare. She realized she now knew the freedom of giving herself completely to someone else's wishes. Liz sat on her haunches and watched as the two robbers got dressed again. No one spoke for a period. When they had gotten their clothes back on, they went around one more time wiping down their fingerprints. They slipped on gloves, then each took one of Liz's hands and helped her to her feet. "No cops?" Jason asked quietly. "No cops," she agreed. The two men headed back through the kitchen, the way they had entered. "Aren't you going to take the stuff?" she called after them. "No. We got our money's worth tonight. There are other houses to rob." Colin waved and turned away. "Thank you," she said to the closing door, with a depth of feeling that surprised her. She knew she wasn't just thanking them for leaving the valuables behind.