4 comments/ 33241 views/ 1 favorites An Intruder By: schweety "What the hell am I doing?" Nora asked herself. She was dressed in black tight clothing and had her long black hair down to cover her pale skin. She knelt outside of the large house by the basement window. She shivered as she thought about what she was going to do. She was breaking into a house. She was going to rob it. And the worse part was she didn't even want to. She needed to. She needed money and she needed it now. Her little brother, who she adopted 6 months ago after her mother died, had medical bills and she had no real income besides waitressing. At the thought of her little brother she straightened her shoulders and moved to the window. It wasn't a huge window but she could fit through. She was tiny, only 5'1 and a 105 pounds. She opened it and silently climbed through glad that she was so small and flexible. She dropped down to the floor in a crouch and took out her flashlight. There wasn't anything at all in the big basement like she thought there would be. It was just musty and damp. She silently groaned and realized she would have to go in the actual house. She shined her light around until she found the stairs that led up to the door. She creeped slowly up the stairs and opened the door. It made no noise and she breathed out in relief. She looked around the room she was in now and saw it was the kitchen.She had to move quickly and find an office or living room. That is where more valuable things would be kept. She slowly walked through the door frame and ended up in a dinging room. She kept going but suddenly stopped as she heard a noise. She swallowed hard and stayed perfectly still. There it was again. It sounded like...a moan? A woman's moan. She couldn't be sure and listened harder to tell what direction it was coming from. She then decided that she should leave. She turned to go but found that she went the wrong way. She was now in a large living room and the noise was louder. It was a woman. She was gasping out and making odd little cries. Nora's eyes widened. Someone was having sex. Rough sex from the sounds of it. A loud slapping sound could be heard and then the woman would let out a loud cry of pain. A man's voice was talking now, "That's it my little whore. Take it. You like that don't you?" Nora panicked and tried to leave but she ran into a table and something fell loudly to the floor. She gasped and tried to run as the door opened. She was roughly caught from behind and dragged into a room that was dimly lit. She frantically looked around and saw the man who caught her. He was tall, at least 6'2 and muscular like he worked out everyday. He had on no shirt and his eyes were hard and aroused. A young woman was bent over his desk and she was totally naked. Upon closer look her hands were cuffed to the desk as well. Nora's eyes widened and she looked back to the man. "What are you doing in my house?" The man said as he reached out and grabbed her chin. He moved her face up to make her look him in the eyes. "I - I'm sorry! Please let me go I didn't take anything!" Nora tried to pull free but couldn't. "No I'm sure you didn't but you were going to. Should I call the police and let them take you to jail?" "No please! My little brother is sick. I can't leave him. I am all he has." Nora panicked at the thought of going to jail and leaving Nicky. "You should have thought of that before you broke in and...interrupted me." The man's eyes flashed to the naked woman on his desk. The woman said not one word during the exchange. "Please don't call the cops I'll do anything. Just don't call them. I can't go to jail. I'm so sorry." "Maybe we can work something out. If you agree to stay til morning I'll let you go without getting the police involved. Those are my terms no questions." "Yes!" Nora stupidly didn't think and agreed not seeing any other option. "Good. I am Ty and this lovely woman is Ali. We were just having a little fun. In which you will be joining us." Ty's demeanor changed as he said this. He grabbed Nora's upper arm and dragged her to the desk chair. He than tied her arms to the chair. With that he moved behind Ali and picked up a leather belt. "Me and Ali were enjoying ourselves...at least I was. You see Ali works for my company and she wants a raise. So she made a deal with me. You are about to witness her end." With that Ty brought down the leather belt on Ali's firm ass. Nora looked at the young woman and saw she was about her own age, 21 or so. The girl was beautiful with soft blond hair and big green eyes. She was also naked and Nora couldn't help but look at her naked body. Ali's tits were large, most likely a C cup, with big pink nipples. Nora looked up as she heard the same soft cries as before. This time she noticed that Ali had in a thin gag so that her cries could be heard but muffled. Nora looked into Ali's eyes and saw the pain that each blow brought. But there was also a pleasure that Ty's touch brought to the woman. Ty's voice broke into the moment, "I have been punishing Ali because she tried to break our contract. That is not done, Nora. Now me and Ali have some unfinished business before I get into your contract." With that Ty allowed Ali to go free. But just for a moment. He merely flipped her over on the desk and climbed on top of her, right in front of Nora. Without hesitation Ty unzipped his pants and shoved his cock right into Ali's pussy. Nora couldn't help but watch as Ty totally controlled Ali. Ali's wrists were held together by just one of Ty's large hands as his other hand grabbed and roughly massaged her tits. Nora could hear Ali's moans through her gag. Ty chuckled and ripped her gag out. "You bastard! Get off of me--ooooh!" Ali moaned as Ty twisted her nipple. "Tying me up wasn't what I thought you meant, either was whipping me." Ty didn't respond to her comments but instead pull out of her pussy and quickly bound her wrists. "Sorry darling but you are going to have to wait. I heard something." Ty disappeared but was back within a minute, and he wasn't alone. Another man accompanied him. A man who looked just like him. "Ladies this is my twin, Dave. He's going to be joining us. I rather thought it would just be me and Ali but I was pleasantly surprised." Dave looked at both girls and smirked. He took his time looking and Ali's naked body and than at Nora. "That one needs to be stripped as well." Dave strode over to the chair in which Nora was tied and ripped off the bounds and than her tight black clothing, exposing her panties and bra. He then ripped those off as well leaving her completely bare. Nora tried to cover herself but Dave slapped her hard across the face. "No, slave. You will do as we wish. My brother may be a gentleman but I am not." Ty was currently over by Ali, stroking her naked tits. "Dave,be nice. Now what should we do?" Dave looked between the two women. He than turned towards Nora. "This slut needs punished for trying to cover herself from me. So brother you continue to fuck your little toy and I will whip mine." Ty shrugged and laid on the desk to pull Ali on top of him. Ali struggled but Ty held her tight. Dave saw an opportunity to help and to also get what he wished and pushed Nora on top of Ali. Nora's naked tits were pushed against Ali's exposed back. Nora could feel Ty fucking Ali, as they all moved up and down. Then Nora felt a sharp pain on her ass. Dave was whipping her with the belt Ty was using earlier. Nora cried out and her cries mixed with Ali's moans and gasps. Finally, it was over as Ty moved from under Ali. He pushed Ali to the ground and then shoved his cock in Nora's tight pussy. "Ah, you have such a tight little cunt." Ty groaned as he thrust in and out. Nora then felt Dave pushing his cock against her ass. She realized what was happening and moaned for them to stop. But Dave found her tight asshole and pushed hard, giving her no time to adjust. It hurt so bad she blacked out for a minute. After a while she realized her moans weren't just about pain but also pleasure. She realized she hadn't protested overly much. In fact hardly at all. She didn't want this...right? Just than she felt soft lips against her own. Soft female lips. She opened her eyes and saw Ali there. Licking her lips and sucking on her tongue. Her she lay, a man fucking her pussy, another her ass and a hot woman sucking on her tongue. What could happen next? An Intruder Wells Estate / New York / 6:37 p.m. / August 12, 2033 The crunching of the gravel stopped abruptly. Kate pulled the handbrake on her Camaro SS and gawked out the open window. Just twenty minutes (or fifteen if you could drive fast enough) outside the city, Wells Estate stood proudly. Three stories tall, the dark stone and pillars gave it a slight gothic atmosphere. It was relatively new, built in 2028, but the owner had given it an older look. Maybe 1800's, she guessed. Her recourse told her that Bradford Wells, the celebrity actor, would be gone for another few hours. Kate had always wondered about him. For being such a known name, there was hardly any news to report. A recluse, people called him. Only appearing for his film shoots or a red carpet event, which in years recent, he had skipped out on in more than one occasion. Kate crouched down to her knees, eye level with the door handle, pulled out a lock picking set and began to work. Across town, Bradford Wells pulled out his iPhone. A blinking alert buzzed on the touchscreen. He swiped it away. "Excuse me." The actor rose from his seat in Rockefeller Center and started out the door. Two minutes to get to the Aston Martin. Another twenty to get across town, and the ten more to home. Kate closed the door behind her. Surprisingly simple lock for such a big place. Kate wandered forward, the grand staircase fifty feet across the way. "And this is a big place..." The fireplace hadn't been used recently, no doubt to the hot weather. Kate moved closer. The brick was lighter than the outside, and smaller. They were laid wide for most of the frame, lined with slimmer bricks on the side. A pretty fireplace, she thought. The gold lights on either side glowed with an inviting and warm demeanor. Kate continued walking around the open living room. Two black leather chairs encircled the fireplace with dark wood tables on the outer sides of both. Across the way, another black leather furniture piece sat in front of the 34" flatscreen. Kate sat on the couch and looked through Bradfords Star Tek, Wizard, Imagine FX and comic magazines. "What a nerd." A bookshelf in an adjacent room caught her eye. Kate stood and walked to library, her sneakers surprisingly loud in the quiet of the manor. The girl pushed the door open fully and stepped in. The library. Full of books. A large globe over in the far corner, next to a wooden desk. Two more leather chairs, this time over stuffed and deep red sat in the room. The corner in front of her housed a small grand piano. _________________ 7:10 / August 12, 2033 Kate had moved upstairs. She had been through all rooms that looked interesting, and few that were worthless. So far, nothing of particular interest had revealed itself. She had found that the man was a true comic nerd, with a taste for being a little over dramatic (This much was evident as soon as she had pulled up). She had looked through his room and bathrooms. No drugs, no porn, nothing weird at all. Being a journalist, someone this clean and 'perfect' is hiding something. Is obviously hiding something. But what? "I was in a meeting with Lorne Michaels. Why am I here?" Kate jumped and spun around. Bradford Wells stood in the doorway. His grey suit open, and black tie looser than he usually kept it. Kate was suddenly aware how underdressed she was. Torn and faded blue jeans, an old Black Sabbath T-shirt and worn denim jacket didn't suit her environment and host. "Bradford Wells.... H-how did you....?" Brad flashed his phone with the faintest smirk. "There's an app for that." "Clever," Kate replied, regaining her composure. She may be an intruder in this man's home, but this particular man was known for his kindness and generosity. One rumor had claimed that Bradford had given a younger man the keys to his Porche just because the man liked it, and the actor took a cab home that day. Kate shook herself. She realized she had gotten caught in his eyes somehow, so quickly. Like everything else in the house, they were ridiculously pretty. Somewhere between grey and green, she thought. But there was something else. A sad, lonesome look in there that even his fantastic charm couldn't hide. "Anyway, I'm Kate Simmer. I'm-" "A journalist. Do you want an interview?" "....How do you do that?" Kate was getting more confused and fascinated by the minute. "How did I know you were a journalist?" Brad mused. "Yeah." "You're not dressed like a burglar and your car verifies that you have some money. You don't look like a private detective. Too pretty. And I'm not involved with any crimes. You're not a cop. I'll play the 'not involved' card again and there's ah... no real place to hide a warrant in your current clothes." Brad leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. Kate arched an eyebrow, "Impressive, Mr. Wells. And I'd love an inter-" "No." "Didn't you just offer a moment ago?" "No. I didn't," Brad stood and moved out of Kate's way, "And it's time for you to go." Kate walked up to him. She looked up, He was nearly a foot taller than her. She found herself not wanting to leave. But for nonprofessional reasons. 'New York's Most Eligible Bachelor... I'll say..." "Mr. Wells, people want to know more about you." "Good for them. I don't much care." "You're very strange, Mr. Wells," Kate commented as she moved on, past him and out the door. Bradford followed her, close enough she could just feel his breath on her neck. It was warm. She felt goosebumps begin, and she forced down a shudder. "I don't really connect with people. You're wondering why I'm never at any parties? I'm just not interested. I like a nice little group of friends. I'm not a big party person. It's that simple." "I've been through your house. You're cleaner a doctor's office." "You always talk like this?" "Like what?" "Like you're from an old TV show," he laughed. They had made it to the staircase and begun their way down. "Sometimes, I guess," Kate smiled. There was something... something about him that made her want to jump in his arms and love him. "Hmm. You really want to learn something about me?" "Yes please sir!" Her eyes opened, and she looked at him. "C'mon." Bradford led her to the library. He walked up to the grandfather clock just behind the desk she had seen before. "Promise you won't tell?" "Promise.." Brad pulled a book halfway out and stood back as bookcase swung open. Kate's eyes grew even wider than before as her lips parted. She moved inside this new, wide room. Two wooden cabinets stood on both walls left and right. The wall immediately adjacent to her, had a long dresser with candles and boxes on it. She looked forward, and saw a beautiful, enormous bed, raised on a step from the ground level. A black fur blanket covered the red sheets and pillows. Bradford watch quietly as Kate walked up to the cabinet closest to her on the left. His green, grey eyes watched with intrigue. Kate flung open the cabinet doors and inhaled sharply. She felt her legs go weak. Inside was lined with riding crops and bonds. Sexy bastard... "The next one is gags and cuffs and things. Do you like it?" "Yeah... Yeah, um... I think I do..." Kate walked back to the dresser where Brad stood. She noticed a picture. Of a girl with brown, curly hair and big, big blue eyes. "Who's this?" "A friend," Brad said, moving between them and looking into Kate's eyes now. "Lover?" "From time to time." Kate narrowed her eyes. Who the hell are you? "You're a kinky guy aren't you?" "When the mood strikes." Kate moved closer, breasts just brushing his chest. She looked up again, smiling a bit. "How's your mood now?" "My mood is just fine," He laughed. Kate smiled now. She made to place her hand on his arm, but before she even moved, Bradford had thrown her across the room, and onto the bed. He didn't even wait for her to land. Carrying a loop of rope, he swooped across the room and bound her hands, tightly, behind her back. "Ah, shit... am i really that obvious?" asked Kate, her heart racing and her voice trembling. "A little. I have a gift for reading girls like this," He replied, observing his prisoner's rear. Bigger than he had thought. Tight jeans. "W-what're you going to do to me?" "Whatever I please. And call me 'sir.'" "Y-yes... sir..." Damn! Get control of your voice girl! Brad leaned over and rested his hands on her ass. He squeezed it and pulled at the pockets. The actor's hands slid slowly around her waist and down the front of her pants, to the button and zipper. Cold air sent an uncontrollable shudder down Kate's body as her pants were suddenly gone. She hoped he liked the panties she had chosen to wear today. Bright green with yellow trim and a picture of a winking cat on the front. Brad's hand moved onto her thighs. His hands firm on her legs, he slid them up slowly, back to her rear and squeezed. The slightest moan escaped the girl's mouth before hand came down with a hard smack on her ass. "Kate. You've broken into my house. You've neen and a very bad girl and mush be punished. Don't you agree?" "Yes, Bradford." His hand came down again. Harder this time. "What did I say for you to call me?" "Sir!" she squeaked, "Yes sir! I've been bad!" Brad flipped the girl over, onto her back and dropped down, straddling her. He watched her breasts heave up and down as her eyes starred up at him, begging, scared. Brad reached out and ran his hands from her shoulders down to her breasts. He squeezed these too. Again, without any warning, his grabbed the collar of shirt, and tore it open, revealing her beautiful tits, braless. "Sorry. I liked that shirt. I''ll buy you another." "It's ok..." Kate breathed, still in shock of this sudden change of pace for her day. Brad picked her up, and carried her over to the dresser and laid her down on the shag carpet. He opened a drawer and pulled out a leather collar, before heading over to the second cabinet, retrieving a bright red ball gag. He moved back over to his new toy and buckled the collar on her. It felt snug on her fair neck. Brad grabbed a chain and clipped it to the front of the collar. He stepped back and flung off his jacket. Kate watched as he unbuttoned his shirt. Waiting for his muscles to reveal themselves... slowly... Damnit! C'mon! Not fast enough! I want to see... I want to see your body.... And there he was. Naked. His slim build, still muscled and strong. Her eyes slid down his body.... Powerful chest.... impressive abs.... WOOF! This cock... oh fuck.... Her host walked back to her, grabbed the chain and pulled her to her knees, eye level with his stomach. "You look hungry. Try this." Kate stared at cock for a moment, but just a moment. Her excitement got the best of her and her mouth leaped onto his hard shaft, deepthroating it all at once. She pulled back, her hot lips kissing the head before dropping back down to his base. Her head bobbed up and down faster and faster. Kate felt her spit drizzle from the corners of her mouth. She started to come off, to clean it off, but a sharp yank pulled her back down, onto his cock. Brad held her there, and she could feel him in the back of her throat, almost gagging. "Hang on," Brad warned, quietly. All of a sudden, his cock was pounding her mouth, fucking her throat. Her face contorted as her eyes closed tight, and she did her best to keep him, and to not throw up. Jesus. He's so rough. She could feel him deep in her throat. She could feel her spit running down her chin and she imagined it dripping off his balls. His hand was in her hair, pulling and playing with it while he fucked her mouth. At long last, he stopped and pulled out, his hot cock slapped her in the face. Bradford pulled back on Kate's hair so she was looking at him. She gasped, her eyes wide. "You're good. Think you can keep it up?" He's got to be fucking kidding me.... "Uh... sure... sir. Yes sir..." she managed. Again, his cock slammed into her mouth and fucked her. She sucked as best she could, but it was getting harder to breath... Fuck... this is no way to treat a girl.... Finally, Brad pulled her off. She sat there, panting for a moment. His hot cock had tasted good in her mouth. A little salty. Brad pulled at the chain and led her to the bed. He undid the bonds and bent her over the edge of the bed. "I'll bet you're a slut. The way you took that cock... few girls can take it that well" 'That well?' I have tears streaming down my face! Brad placed the gag around her head, and tightened it sharply, almost uncomfortable. He gestured to the ceiling. "You see those?" Kate looked up. Two hooks hung from the ceiling, several yards apart. Brad pulled a stool under them one at a time and connected a rope to each. Kate noticed a leather strap on each of them. "The punishment is about to begin," he said. Bradford tugged at the chain and led the whore under the hooks. He fastened the leather strap of each rope around her wrist. Her arms were stretched out now, above her head. Kate realized she must look something like that drawing by Da Vinci. Next, Kate watched with wide eyes as Bradford attached two large clamps to her nipples. She moaned and struggled as the closed on her. She saw the clamps were connected by a smaller chain, with a decent weight hanging in the center. Bradford gave it a slight tug and the slut writhed again. Kate suddenly realized how wet she was. Her panties were soaked and a little bit trickled down her inner thigh. Holy shit. I should do this more often... Her thoughts were cut short by a sudden 'wrrring' sound. Her head snapped to her left and saw Brad standing, holding some blue vibrator. It was over twice as loud as her own, and infinitely more intimidating. Again, Bradford didn't hesitate. He rushed the machine between her legs. Kate screamed. HOLY FUCK!!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?! "MMMMGGGGGAHHHH!!!!" she managed out from behind the tight gag, her face again contorted. Bradford smiled. "You like that huh?" "MMHM!" "You like this?" He pressed the vibrator harder against her pussy. Kate screamed again, and struggled against her new bonds. FUCKKKK! "GGMMM! HMM!!" Fuck this gag! She wanted to scream. Use her words and beg him for more. Bradford pulled down her panties with quick jerk and threw them across the room. He tugged on her clamps as he sank to his knees, his face now just inches away from her dripping pussy. "Thats a nice cunt. I like that you keep it shaven. Shows it off." Again, he pressed the vibrator into her pussy, his face under a foot away and his hand resting on the chain between the clamps, tugging. Her waist thrashed and flailed in front of him. Bradford slid the vibrator back, across her pussy to her ass. Kate jumped up in surprise and writhed again. Her host moved the vibrator in tiny circles between her legs. She clenched and squirmed. "MMMMGGAH!" Kate was beginning to loose control. She was already getting close. She sobbed and screamed as Brad kept moving the vibrator across her pussy, pressing it against the clit. "You've had enough of that I think." Bradford pulled the machine away from her and turned off. Much like her own pussy, the vibrator was soaked. Brad tugged on Kate's clamps. "Remember," He whispered, "You're being punished for breaking into my house. For going through my things. Very naughty, Kate. Very naughty." He tugged again on the clamps, and the prisoner whimpered. His hand grazed across her sweating breast, around her body and on her ass. He squeezed. Kate moaned. Then yelped behind the gag has Bradford spanked her again. Her ass continued to sting while Brad untied her and moved her to a table with even more bonds. Bradford removed the nipple clamps and bent the girl over the table and tied her hands out in front of her. He pulled off the ball gag and tossed it on the floor before spreading her legs and binding them to the corners of the table. Kate glanced behind her as Brad retrieved yet another item from his sex chamber. A black paddle, lined with tiny metal studs. "I'm glad I caught you. I'm very glad you're such and obvious slut. You got wet so easily." The paddle slammed into Kate's round ass. "AHH!" Kate moaned and took a deep breath, "I am a slut, sir. Please punish me? I've been so bad... please?" "Of course, whore," Brad swung the paddle again. The girl's ass was beginning to get red. Again and again the paddle struck the prisoner's ass. This is going to bruise... Kate let her head drop a little. She was exhausted from the punishments. Her head shot up and she gasped as Brad's cock slipped inside her pussy. "Damn. That was easy slut. You're so wet..." Bradford pulled out almost immediately, "Here's something for you though. Do your best to keep it in." Brad pulled out a string three, large beads and a hand loop on the end. Kate squirmed and protested as he forced them up in her ass. She gasped at the last one. "Sir..." "Do you're best Kate. But if they fall out before I finish with you, I'm sending you home." Kate nodded, and closed her eyes, focusing on keeping the beads in while Bradford slid his cock in her dripping pussy again. The girl lost focus for a moment and felt them slipping out. Brad gave her a warning spank and Kate concentrated. "Good." Brad began thrusting up and down inside her. She moaned and writhed on his hard cock, stretching out her hot, soaking pussy. Pleasure began overwhelming her. She was there, and ready to cum. "No," Bradford warned, "You're not gonna cum until I am satisfied." Oh fuck. This is insane... I don't know if.... "FUCK!! Please sir! Please let me cum?" "No." Brad fucked her harder and pulled on Kate's hair. She gasped again. I'm loosing it... "Not cumming yet, Kate. Not yet." Brad's cock slammed harder and faster inside Kate's pussy. The table was soaked and slippery as were her thighs "Ah! B-B-Brad! Pleasssssee!" "Do you want to cum? Do you want to cum hard you slut?" "YES! DAMNIT! YES SIR!" Brad's cock slammed deeper in her pussy. "Cum." And she did. "AHHHH!!!!! F-FUUUCKKK!!!!!!!" Waves, on waves of pleasure raced over her body. She writhed and moaned and the beads fell out of her ass and dropped to the ground. Bradford pulled his soaking cock out and slammed it inside the now empty ass. Kate squealed when she realized he had blown his load inside her ass. She could feel it in there suddenly. Sweaty and gasping for breath, Kate finally relaxed, dropping her head. "Was that good for you?" Bradford said with a faint smile. "Uh huhhh......" Kate could barely whisper the words. An Intruder Fucked Me Hank and I enjoy acting out our fantasies. This one was my favourite, I'd wanted to do it for a long time. He left one evening leaving me home alone. I decided I would go and have a shower and get myself ready for bed. I turned the shower off feeling wonderful and warm from the hot water and walked naked back to my bedroom. I was pulling back the covers when a gloved hand went over my mouth. The man then forcefully pulled my hands behind my back and tied them up. He then put a gag in my mouth so I was unable to talk. I looked up to see his face but he had it covered up with a balaclava. He then pushed me to my knees; his cock was already out of his pants. " Suck my cock you filthy slut" he ripped the gag out of my mouth and pushed his cock in. I had no choice but to suck it. Sliding it in and out of my lips, my tongue twirling around the head. He was grunting beneath his mask, pushing my head onto his cock faster. I pulled my head back and this made him angry. He slapped me across the face and said if I did that again he would hurt me. Again calling me a filthy slut. Lifting me off the ground he then threw me onto the bed. While he was removing his pants I tried to get away but he grabbed me and tied me to the bed. I was on my stomach and he told me to get on my knees. That he wanted to fuck my tight little ass. Fuck me so hard and make me scream. The intruder was rubbing my ass cheeks, moaning and spreading them wide. I gasp as he thrust 2 fingers into my pussy and laughed. "You like having you cunt fingered do you? Dirty whore!" he continued fingering me, putting more fingers inside of me until his whole hand was in there. Stretching my pussy wide. I had my head buried in the pillow so he wouldn't hear me enjoying being treated this way. He then spat over my ass and rubbed it in. I knew now he was going to do what he had said he wanted to do. He pulled his hand from my pussy and slid a finger into my ass. I could then feel his knob at the entrance feel him pushing against it. I screamed out as he rammed his cock into my tight ass. As he said he would he fucked me hard. He was grunting and moaning and he fucked my ass. Everytime he trust in he would slap my butt. It was stinging and hot and I knew it would probably be red raw by the time he was finished with me. I didn't stop screaming till he came yelling out calling me a slut and dirty whore who deserved to be fucked this way. I could feel his cum running down my ass, over my pussy as I lay on the bed. He grabbed a pair of my panties and used them to wipe his cock clean. Then threw them at me. He left me tied to the bed as he looked around the bed rubbing his cock as he did. He went through some draws and found my dildo. "This might be fun " he said and climbed onto the bed and lifted my hips up. He rubbed the dildo over my ass and pussy spreading his left over cum around. He then slid my big 10 inch dildo into my pussy and began fucking me with it. I tried not to make any sound as I felt him ease his cock into my pussy with my dildo still in there. He fucked me with slow hard thrusts, my pussy filled with the both making it hard for him to go fast. I was glad that it didn't take long for him to cum. He then dressed and unhandcuffed me and left with a final statement. "I know where you live whore and I'll be back to fuck you again slut!". I was in the shower when Hank returned home. He had the biggest smile on his face and as did I. He kissed me and told me that was the best fantasy we've ever acted out. I told him I was glad he videotaped it so we could watch it over and over. * I hope you enjoyed reading about our fantasy as much as we enjoyed doing it. Please tell me what you think. I'd love to read all your replies, especially nasty ones. How about tell me what you'd like to do to me if I was your dirty little slut wife. Carly! An Intruder's Assistance She was sitting alone on the couch. She had a book nestled in her lap. It was mid afternoon, and the sun was warming her through the open window. A light breeze blew a strand of hair out of its loose pony tail, making it tickle her neck. Sighing, she tucked it back into its place. How long had she been sitting here? It seemed like just a few minutes, but the sun had sunk to just above the trees. It had been high in the sky when she sat down here. She needed to get dinner started soon. Her love would be there within the hour. Setting aside her book, she stood and stretched. Her legs were slightly cramped from sitting in the curled up position she had been in. She scratched both dogs' ears and headed off to the kitchen. After scanning the fridge and pantry, she decided on pasta for dinner. She set the water on to boil and turned on the oven. She was swaying back and forth to the music playing in the background. Today had been a lazy day. She'd managed to get the laundry done, and the bathroom and kitchen clean, but nothing else. Her book had been to strong a draw. So she'd turned on classical music and disappeared into the fantasy for hours. As she was putting her dish together, she heard the car pull into the driveway. She loved the thrill she still got when her love came home. Her heart fluttered, her breath caught in her throat, and a warm pull started in her belly. She pushed the pan into the oven, and stood up straight, to feel him standing behind her. His arm came around her in a warm embrace. "Hey baby. How was your day?" "It was fine. I'm glad to be home. Mmmm. Something smells delicious. Dinner smells good, too." He nuzzled his nose down against her neck just below her hear, and pressed a kiss there. "I'm making ziti. We haven't had that in a while. You want something to drink? I picked up some beer this morning." "Sure. Mind if I go change real quick?" "Not at all." Their routine was fairly set. They hardly ever strayed from it. This day seemed no different. It was safe to say, their lives had become comfortable. But she didn't mind. She popped the top on the cold bottle and sat it on the counter. She peaked in the oven, and turned it up to broil. Nothing better than crispy cheese on top of pasta. Her hand rested on her belly. She couldn't wait to tell him the good news. He came back in and scooped his beer off the counter, not noticing the dreamy look in his wife's eyes. They ate their meal, and discussed his day at work. Toward the end, she could hardly contain herself. She started fidgeting and picking at what was left on her plate restlessly. "Are you ok? You can't sit still." "Well... I need to tell you something. I'm..." Just then a loud bang sounded through the house. The both jumped and looked at the door, It was still locked. But when they turned around, they found a man standing at the entrance to the kitchen with a gun in his hand. "Good evening folks. Just passing through. I need a place to hide for a little while. You don't mind if I rest here do you? There are some people looking for me, and I expect they'll be here any minute." She could see the look of terror on her husbands face. He knew what she had been about to tell him. And now this man was standing here threatening it all. But what could they do? They were sitting at the dinner table with nothing more threatening than a fork near them. "If we tell them you aren't here, will you leave?" "Oh sure. No problem. I just need to sit here for a bit, until I know they're outta the area. Your pretty wife here, could get me some of that nice looking pasta while we wait." She didn't waste any time. She stood and went to the cabinet for a clean plate. When she turned back around, the intruder was right behind her. "Just making sure you weren't going for a weapon of some kind." As she passed him with the plate he slapped her ass. She glared at him and dropped the plate of food onto the table. No more than five minutes passed before there was a knock on the door. Her husband went to the door while she shuffled their "guest" off to the bedroom. She met her husband at the door and smiled at the police officer nervously. "Sorry to disturb you tonight. We're looking for a man who escaped custody after a murder tonight. We are checking everywhere near where he was last seen. You haven't seen anything have you?" Her husband replied firmly, "No sir. He isn't here." At the same time, in a soft whisper, she said, "He's in the bedroom!" The officer just stood there stunned for a moment. She could tell he wasn't sure he'd heard her correctly. But within seconds, he was moving again. "Well thank you for your time. I'll get out of your hair." As he was talking he was signaling to his partner at the car. Seconds later six more cars pulled into their yard. The first officer pulled them outside while twelve more filed into their home in full riot gear. Time stood still. It seemed like forever before she heard shouting. Then there was silence. Moments later, the cops all started filing back out. The last three through the door were two officers leading the intruder. He looked over at the couple and smiled. "Well thanks for dinner. Nice meeting you folks. Guess I won't be seeing you again, since I'll probably receive the death penalty for the stunt I pulled tonight. Bye." And just like that, they were all gone. She was shaking on the inside and out. Her limbs felt cold and she couldn't breathe. Right before she collapsed, her love's arms caught her. He guided her inside and shut and locked the door. They sat down on the couch and she screamed for him to shut the windows. That had to have been how he had gotten in. One of the screens was missing. She sat there rocking back and forth for a while. Her husbands arms were wrapped tightly around her. He was rocking with her. Now out of his own need, but as a need to stay with her. When the ringing stopped in her ears, she turned into his embrace. He'd always been so strong. She didn't know how he was taking this so well. She sobbed against his shoulder once, then looked up into his green eyes. She saw there all the strength she would ever need. She reached up and gripped his face in her hands. Her kiss was hot and passionate. He met her passion with his own. He knew he could have lost the love of his life tonight, and their unborn child. The thought was too much. He groaned softly as her nails dug into his shoulders. Her hands were tearing at his shirt. She ripped the fabric and sank her teeth into his shoulder. She didn't know what was fueling this need, but she had to have him. She needed to feel him under her. It was as if by touching she could absorb his strength. She reached between them and slid his sweat pants down. She gripped his prick in her hand and started working it. As soon as his waist band slid past his cock, he felt the heat coming from his wife. She was poised over him with her skirt around her waist and her hand wrapping around his member. She looked almost feral. He hadn't seen this side of her in a while. He hadn't realized how much he missed it until now. He wrapped his hands around her hips and moved her over him. In one move he was inside her. He felt her walls contract around him. Her low throaty moan almost sent him over the edge. He just held himself there, not wanting it to end too fast. It felt like forever that he just held himself there. She contracted her inner muscles massaging her husband's rod without moving. But it soon became too much. She started rocking on him, driving him farther into her. Her first orgasm came suddenly without warning. She shuddered on top of him and let out an animal scream in ecstasy. She collapsed, unable to hold herself any longer. He didn't think it was possible, but he was even more turned on than he had ever been. The woman he loved had just ridden him and cum so hard she couldn't move. He hadn't had to to a thing. When she stopped gasping for air he rolled them over without losing penetration. He was going to make her cum again before he got his own release. She reached her hands up to grip his shoulder and he grabbed her wrists pinning them above her head. He started slowly, pushing in and out, building speed and strength with each thrust. Soon he was pounding her sweet pussy, making his balls slap against her ass. He was afraid he was hurting when her heard her whimper. But then the whimper turned into pleas. "Harder! Oh god! Just like that. Don't stop. Holy shit I'm gonna cum again! Oh god ohhhhhhhhh I'm Cuuuuummmmmiiiiiing!" She screamed and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her with her heels. She felt him press up against her cervix. This brought on a whole new sense of pleasure, starting her orgasm over. He felt her cum twice in quick succession. The second time was too much. With one last thrust he spilled his seed deep in her. The after shocks seemed to go on forever. This had to have been the best sex of his life. Never before had he felt this amazing. This sated. They lay together sweating and panting on the couch for a long time. Eventually they rose and found a more comfortable position. They just sat there holding each other, not wanting to let go. They didn't talk about the home intrusion ever again. But they both knew when the other had been thinking about it, because that night their love making would become raw, intense fucking. They never thought that something like a near death experience could be exactly what they needed to keep their sex lives alive for a lifetime.