13 comments/ 20032 views/ 8 favorites Intruder By: Scotsman69 -Don't bother locking the door when you leave darling, I need to go to the shop. -OK sweet. I'll be back about five. A loving embrace and he was gone, hurrying to catch the bus into town. She knew the loss of parting, but also the welling anticipatory pleasure of a day on her own. There was plenty to do. She sat down to write an email to her friend before going out for a few groceries. Then it would be time to really get her head into the paper for the conference. These past few weeks they'd been closer than ever before, the relaxed natural condition of two beings fusing into something greater than the sum of the parts. She drew strength from this, knowing it would transform her paper into the most powerful thing she'd ever written. But the emptiness of the parting lingered. She was mid-cycle and horny. There hadn't been time this morning, with him predictably lying asleep until the very last minute before rushing to get himself ready for his meeting. And he'd promised... She sought to assuage the gnawing in her by complaining lightly in the email to her friend, dropping hints about how she felt. The coy sharing only intensified the problem. She wanted relief. She hit the send button and searched redtube for the video she needed. Not something she did often, but needs must. She was still in nightie and dressing gown. The video was good: exactly what she wanted, hot and raw, and she erupted in minutes to the interplay of sounds, images, and her hand between her thighs. Blinded by the intensity to the slight movement outside the window. She sat back panting, aware that both nightclothes and chair were drenched. Inhaled the power of her own aroma. Thought about the shopping. But now that her body was calmer, the words of the paper she had to write were forming in her head. She opened the document. A thousand words later she paused. Didn't want to stop, adrenalin driving the words from her fingertips. But she needed coffee. She was filling the kettle in the kitchen when something flashed before her. The kettle fell with a clatter into the sink as rope cinched her arms to her torso. She kicked backwards, pure reflex, heard a grunt. Unknown teeth sank into her earlobe. -You move when I tell you. Any more of that and I bite this off. She'd thought she had high tolerance for pain, but this was no play. The teeth closed fractionally and she screamed. The agony intensified when the mouth left her ear. She slumped forward against the rope. A mask was fastened over her face and harshly buckled in a tangle in her hair. Agony. Her head stopped working. She tried a few deep breaths in an attempt to compose herself, focus her mind. Fingers dug intently under the skimpy covering, on her breasts. A stab of searing pain as something bit into a nipple. Then another. Blackness. Her eyes blinked open to the throbbing in her nipples, but the unbearable pain had abated. She was on her back on the bed, felt rope chafing wrists and ankles when she tried to move. There was a presence through the blackness and silence. Her brain was alive to her circumstance, aware with surprise that she still wore her sleepwear. Speak: she had to find words, had to know: -What do you want? -Many things. She felt a hand slide up her calf, soft. It might even have been pleasurable in another situation. Not a casual movement, as it continued above her knee, under the flimsy nightie. She accepted the inevitable, drew a deep breath: -There are condoms in the dresser drawer, top right. Please. -I didn't say that fucking you was one of the things I want. The fingertips stroked her cunt. Just the outer lips. Stroking, not probing. -So what do you want then? – she noticed the tremor in her voice. -I haven't decided yet. His tone was rich, educated, redolent with his excitement. She shivered, felt her lips puffing and opening as his finger continued stroking. When it stopped she was disappointed. A rustle of clothing, pressure on the mattress. Sexsmell, deep and dirtily male. She gasped, involuntarily moved her head towards it. It retreated, cockscent fading but still suffusing her. His fingers returned between her legs, plunged into her. -Ohgodohgod... -Seems like cunt wants something? He moved his hand and she sucked his fingers between her lips. Calmly evaluated her arousal. Part of her wanted to fight: to prevent her own violation by the intruder. Part of her... well, she didn't want to acknowledge that part. She felt him untying one wrist, then the other, slipping her scant clothing from her. Taking advantage of the freedom, she struggled forcefully. At her first movement his body twisted so he was crouched on her midriff, knees on her biceps, trapping her. Dirty cockscent filled her nostrils, causing her to flood. He re-secured her wrists, more tightly now. His body lifted, the mattress rose, and she felt the duvet being drawn over her nakedness. Her ears strained for the slightest indication of what was happening, but there was nothing. The presence had gone. She struggled with the disgrace of her arousal. There was a difference between fantasy and this reality. The fantasy of involuntary submission was powerful for her, orgasm-inducing both with her man and alone. Now she was learning the reality. Part of her, the dirtygirl, was excited, wanted the intruder to use her body till she assuaged his lust. And hers. Part of her was a sheet of terror, an aurora borealis of shimmering fear, inside her but also outside and beyond her body at the same time. She moved her hips and felt the sliminess between her thighs. The duvet was drawn down her body, revealing shoulders, breasts, belly. Stopped there. She remembered the line of the Burns song her man had sung her: 'I'm breastit like a salmon, backit like a swan'. Yes, that was her: she knew the sinuous allure of her body for her man. She tried to imagine the intruder's excitement as his eyes gazed lustfully on her. A surge of wetness. Oh fuck. She wanted this. Then his growl: -I need to taste you. The duvet fell off the bed, revealing her. Part of her was mortified that her arousal was betraying her. The thought was driven from her head when his mouth nuzzled into her, his tongue and lips electrifying. She couldn't stop him, had no choice but to acquiesce. But at least she could remain silent, deny him that pleasure. She thought... -Jesusfuck... The head rose a fraction, only breath on the pulsing flower: -Dirty wee slut, aren't you? I watched you wank you know, saw the fingers moving on your cunt whilst your eyes were glued to whatever got you off. This is more arousing, isn't it? The head dipped again, tongue teasing, working her need expertly, lifting her lust to a new level as her hips involuntarily rose squirming from the mattress. Fuck. He'd watched her wanking... -Mmm, I'll take that as a yes. I love when a woman resists a fuck. But I love even more that this cunt is soaking for me, desperate to be filled. It is, isn't it? She writhed harder against his mouth, her lips tightly shut. Couldn't... mustn't... give him this pleasure ohfuckohfuck... The hand slapped hard where the mouth had been. Slapped again, began a staccato defining the line between arousal and pain: -This cunt wants to be used, doesn't it? Sexfire as she'd never felt it, roaring through her existence... -Doesn't it? She detonated, felt the force of her squirt against the punishing hand. Needed to have this arousal fulfilled properly, almost opened her mouth in reply. Arced and groaned at the continuing finger-pressure there. He moved. Teeth on her nipple. Harsh as her lover never was. -Tell me you need fucked. It's clear you do. Say it. She shook her head and the teeth clenched tighter. Fucking evil sadist was going to bite it off... -Tell me slut. She tensed against the pain as her head shook again, face a mask of need denying the gesture. The man rose. The duvet slid up over her body again, a fold kissing between her legs. Silence. She dozed in the aftermath of orgasm, wondering what his cock looked like, felt like. Remembered its smell, fuck that had taken her by surprise, what his cockstink had done to her... Her leg woke her. Bent up and over her, fingers working at her ankle, securing it to the bedhead. A hand moved to stroke the other leg, lifting almost gently this time, her wetness seeping anew as her arse and cunt were exposed to this stranger as only her partner had ever seen them. Then she felt it, his pulsating need, rubbing her exposed clit, kissing at her cuntmouth. -Tell me you need this in you. Tell me you need a good dirty fuck. She groaned as the helmet pressed into her, stopped. -Tell me what you need slut. She cried at the loss when he withdrew. -No words, no fuck for this needy cunt. -Don't... don't do this to me. Please. Take what you want. Condom. Please. -Tell me what you require and I'll use a condom. Otherwise... Her head was spinning through the cuntneed. Some fucking choice that, the bastard. She slumped against the pillow. She couldn't allow him to take her unprotected: it broke every rule they had. She was mid-cycle. Jesus. -This cunt needs cock. Your cock. In a condom. She heard the foil rip, felt his movement, heard a gasp as the thing rolled down his cock, sensed his pleasure. She jerked when slightly greasy slipperiness touched her. Knew she was lost. What the hell: -Take me. The penis rammed into her. Feral grunts. Rape, technically this was rape. The cock was bigger than her man's and the newness excited her. New cock needing her cunt, shit... ravaging and plundering what didn't belong to him, the bastard. Her shame was forgotten in the intense dirtiness of being taken by the intruder, being used for his pleasure ohfuckohfuck. She was taking too, taking what she needed, grasping the strange invader with every muscle in her, sucking him in, knowing her cuntpower. Poor pathetic man. Weak as every man, hard at the thought of cunt. But it wasn't any cunt that had tempted him, it was her sex, her allure, her honeypot he had to plunder, was plundering, taking as his right, and she was giving it to him, needing this hardsex, ohfuckohfuckohfuck, needing... ahhhhh... his balls rising from her gaping arse as the skin tightened, needing to clutch this into her, needing... Harsh groans, almost painful movement, hurting her cervix oh shit, rawsex, his need... her muscles spasmed as he roared in her vanquishment, meltdown, nothing but cunt. She'd never screamed in sex but now she did. The man untied her ankles, resecured her to the foot of the bed. She felt and tasted latex. Uggh. The condom.... -Open your mouth, you need this in you. When it didn't open he pinched her nostrils. She felt the now-cold slime oozing from the condom. Tried not to swallow it, but he stroked her throat and it opened. Rapespunk. She loved swallowing spunk but this was different. He squeezed the last drops out and she gagged. Thrust his cock in her mouth briefly. Sounds of him dressing. The door slammed shut. Intruder You are so pleased with yourself, this little situation has taken you a couple of weeks to plan and get everything ready. It hasn't been easy, not to mention the embarrassment of doing the shopping but all that will be worth it once you see the look on his face when he walks through the bedroom door. The bedroom is perfect, the lights are dimmed and a few carefully placed scented candles provide just enough light to accentuate the star attraction, You. For weeks you had been dropping hints, looking for a sign of interest but patience isn't your strong point and so you took matters into your own hands. The bedside clock display flicked to 11pm, any time now you though. Time to make the final preparations. Leaning forward you click the locks on the first leather clasps around your ankle, butterflies bouncing through your stomach, moving to the other ankle you attach the leather strap to the second leather clasp and check the movement. The strap passes over the edge of the bed under the frame and back onto the bed linking the two leather ankle straps. A second clicked lock secures the other ankle, now forced wide apart by the connecting strap. The thrill of what you were doing sending signals straight to your core, you can already feel the moisture building. The sweet anticipation of the night to come. Happy with your work so far you lie back and make the take the final steps, repeating the process on your wrist restraints like you did with your ankles. Again threading the leather strap to your wrist restraints. One click, then with a practised skill you click the final lock in place. Now totally bound and helpless awaiting my imminent arrival. Quickly you raise your head and survey the room, only now realising it was too late to do anything about it having locked yourself spread eagled on the bed, your embarrassing purchases carefully laid out on the bed to your side, a new vibrator, a small wooden spanking panel, a leather whip with five tails and a long thin metal pole that delivers tiny electrical shocks. Looking to the other side of you, you see the key to the restraints along with a bowl of ice cubes and a velvet blindfold. You have plans for the blindfold but not before you get to see the expression on my face as I walk in. The crowning glory amidst all this preparation being you. You have surpassed yourself, you have a pair of high top stockings on, a black garter belt with suspenders attached to the stockings, and a black silk nighty with a lace up front. The laces straining to contain your gorgeous breasts behind the thin sheer materiel. Clear evidence of your arousal poking two hard points through the silk nighty. Resting your head back you smile at your inner self, all you need to do now is wait. A click from the front door makes your heart jump and your breathing stop. Straining to hear, wondering how it will play out. You had already decided you wouldn't shout or guide me to you, you would just wait for me to find you as you knew I would. The seconds pass and there are some sounds of movement downstairs, but no voices, no enquiring shout. Still you wait. A stair creaks and you know it won't be long, quiet footsteps. A door opens – it sounds like the spare bedroom. You can sense someone near. Your eyes are fixed on the door unable to wipe a smile off your face. Movement, your heart jumps again as the bedroom door slowly opens towards you. A beam of light sweeps into the room and onto your face – your brain is doing somersaults something doesn't add up. The light goes lower over your body and the wide smile on your face is replaced by a look of anguish as you stare at a stranger in your bedroom doorway. The balaclava adding fear into your heart, paralysing you mentally – your physical paralysis all of your own making now helpless. This was more than I was expecting, a bit of cash, some electrical goods maybe a wallet or purse was the normal plunder from a house robbery but now that was going to have to wait. You desperately pull at your restraints but you have done too good a job, you are fixed firmly in position and can't move your hands and feet more than a couple of inches in each direction. A fear screaming inside you, your brain literally electric with thoughts and outcomes – none of which are filling you with any good possible futures. Finally your brain connects to something and you take a deep breath fully intending to scream as loud as you can but no sound escapes, a heavy hand pressing firmly on your mouth. Realisation sets in about your hopeless position and a small tear traces down the side of your face, every second seeming like an hour waiting to see what happens next. You are taken by surprise as a soft finger wipes the tear gently from your cheek and you hear a gentle "shhhush". Stunned by this moment of tenderness you forget your predicament and stare open mouthed in wonder. Too late, too slow, your moment of hesitation costs your only escape route, the velvet blindfold from the bedside table now in your mouth. You are sure that beneath the balaclava I am smiling and maybe breathing heavier than before. Your assailant takes a step back confident that you are now completely immobilised. The room looks like a cross between a dark corner of B&Q and an ancient cult ritual offering. You are jolted back to your senses by a rough hand grasping your breast, hard and squeezing. While you knew you were half naked and almost presented to me, the physical contact makes you flinch partly from surprise and partly from the pain of the grasp. A second hand grabs your other breast and the intruder roughly squeezes and jiggles your tits. The pain make you gasp a little, but only the slightest noise escapes your gag. The hand continue their abusive massage, softening marginally before then ripping the laced front of your nighty apart exposing your fully to his view. A sigh of appreciation comes from your assailant as he admires your full and rounded g cup breasts, your nipples involuntarily hard under his palms, betraying your body and sending signals to your loins you never intended for this beast. He continues his rough handling but now focusing on your nipples, pinching them, pulling them twisting hard, all the time mewing his quiet appreciation of your body. The pain coursing from your sensitive nipples now mixed with another feeling, one you are desperate to block out and deny, but with each twist and pinch it is becoming harder to ignore. One breast is released and your fear deepens what next, am I going to be raped, killed, fuck how could I be so stupid your brain running away again. Another sensation replaces the pinching but equally as painful, a cold damp ice cube being pressed hard onto your hard nipple, circling it, chilling it to the point of pain. Mercifully the ice cube is removed but the relief is short lived, another searing sensation fills your world as a drip of hot wax from one of your scented mood candles splashes onto your bare chilled skin. Bastard, I hate you for doing this to me! For me being so helpless, for my body reacting the way it is. The torture is repeated several times, first the ice chilling your skin quickly followed by burning wax then the ice again. The pain/pleasure is exquisite, the cold trail of the ice cube roaming all over your chest and stomach, the hot wax following at random intervals. Each drip making you stiffen as the contrast between the cold and the heat stabs pain into your heightened senses. A noise pulls you away from your suffering and you watch with horror as the man slowly unzips his dirty battered jeans, pushing them down his thighs revealing a long semi hard cock. The jeans go lower and he shrugs them completely off standing naked from the waist down next to the bed, only a foot or two from your head. His hand roughly grabs your hair and pulls you hard against your restraints, your limited movements meaning you can only twist your neck and tilt it back looking towards your assailant. Still with a firm handful of hair he moves onto the bed kneeling inches from your face. His free hand softly strokes the side of your face and traces your lips around the gag. "Be a good girl now or else" a curt warning is issued. The gag is ripped from your mouth, your first instinct is to scream but the hand on your lower jaw is firm and threatening, seconds pass and the grip relents allowing your mouth to fall open. A finger pushes into your mouth tentatively at first, despite all common sense your body takes over and you suddenly realise you are sucking on the invading finger, accepting this man's invasion of your home, your mouth and ultimately your body. Your mental defences are collapsing, your will power evaporating, you want to be abused you want to cum and right now you don't seem to care who is involved just that you need it desperately. You know you are soaking, you haven't felt this turned on ever and even though you are scared your body is alive with sensations every nerve ending rippling with sexual want and need. The fear of this strange man taking you by force gives you a sick feeling in the pit of your belly, but your body is a traitor and your resistance fading fast. He pulls his finger from your mouth a small strand of your saliva looping onto your chin, quickly he is over you almost kneeling in your hair his cock bobbing inches in front of your eyes. Your last fleck of free will clamping your mouth shut. Your act of defiance brings a slap across your cheek as his cock is bashed hard against you, once twice, three times. Each slap harder that the previous. The cock is rubbed from the bridge of your nose down onto your pursed lips waiting, another slap this time on your lips and again it rests on your soft full beautiful mouth. A pull of your hair and you gasp at the pain, your mouth opens and is immediately filled by the cock. Again your instincts take over and all resolve now gone you suck hungrily on the tip between your lips. The hand in your hair grasps harder and he begins thrusting forcefully into your mouth, deeper with each thrust, panic flashes across your mind as you gag as the cock invades deeper and you desperately try to catch a breath, failing you panic and begin thrashing wildly at your bonds but he doesn't let up, forcing himself hard into your mouth, his public hair brushing against your face with each thrust. Suddenly he stills and grunts, warmth and salt fills your mouth and your throat, cum pumping out of his cock coating your mouth in hot jerky spasms. Mercifully, he withdraws. You gasp for breath, greedily panting to refill your lungs. A slim trail of cum escapes the corner of your mouth briefly dribbling down the side of your face before a soft finger wipes it up and offers it back to your lips which you quickly accept and suck clean. The taste of cum in your mouth lingers as his hand lazily trails from your chin down your body. Your breasts still heaving from the rapid intakes of breath, the rise and fall of your protruding nipples topping the exquisite mounds of flesh, splattered here and there with cooled wax drops and a light trail of water from the melted ice. His fingers stroke past your breasts gently brushing between them and in the tenderness of his movements kick-starting your throbbing pussy and its need to be touched. Lower he strokes over your flat damp stomach, cool water pooling in your belly button, down towards your hips. Stopping at the touch of your suspender belt, now his finger runs sideways tracing where the material contacts your skin eventually following the thin strap down to your stocking and again his fingers run around the tops of your thigh. Slowly he circles your inner thigh above the stocking so close to your pussy but not touching it save for an occasional brush of your pubic hair. Up he trails back following the suspenders across and down to the other thigh repeating his gentle ministrations all the time his eyes fixed on your pussy and the shimmering wetness in the dim candle light. This gentle approach is torturing, you desperately want some contact between your legs but you don't want to admit it even though your body is clearly betraying your needs. He stops his intimate caress and you feel something soft an light brush across your thigh, seconds later the same sensation runs over your pussy up onto your stomach before it is lifted and you can see the small leather whip in his hand. A flick of his wrist and pain sears the left side of your ribcage, another flick and this time your breast feels the lash, five very light red lines briefly glowing on your skin before fading quickly away. Another lash this time on your hip and you buck slightly in protest, your reward or punishment being another lash over the top of your thigh, one strand connecting with your wet pussy almost making you cum on the spot. Writhing somewhere between ecstasy and agony you feel lash after lash between your legs some softly allowing the leather lashes to brush between your lips other harder stinging them and reddening your juicy wet cunt. Soft soft hard, the rhythm of the lash, soft soft hard, again tingling the flesh between your legs, the want and need for something more there driving you crazy with lust, soft soft hard. You find yourself bucking slightly in anticipation of each lash welcoming the soft caress after the sting of the hard lash. Soft hard hard, a gasp and a moan from the unexpected change in rhythm, soft hard hard hard. Oh fuck you are close, hard hard, soft hard hard hard – you can't control it wanted or not you buck wildly within your restraints and cum hard, your pussy clenching and spasming as more blows rain down upon it, your guttural moans of pleasure filling the room interspersed with a slowing wet slapping noise as the lash slows but continues to whip your red and leaky pussy. The joy of the orgasm subsides to be replaced by a throbbing dull pain of the lash beating on already sensitive and sore skin, but still it continues each thrash bringing a rush of blood to the skin surface to absorb the pain, but the painful blood has to go somewhere and your pulsing clit gets its share, mixing a strange pain and pleasure that somehow you feel more powerful stirrings deep within your core. As much as you want the lashes to stop this sensation is overwhelming, the tingle of your clit glorious, the ache and soreness of your lips mind numbingly painful. You raise your hips for some relief just so the lash contacts with a different part of you, hoping and praying that the orgasm teetering within you will crash and wash away the pain. A final lash, one leather strand contacting directly on your swollen clit makes you explode inside, wave after wave of delicious release pulsing through your cunt and spreading outwards through seemingly every nerve in your body. You collapse spent and ragged. Cum dripping from between your legs and running down the crack of your bum. You are dazed and semi-conscious, hardly able to focus and panting like you just ran a marathon, a sweat sheen covering you from head to toe as you lie in a pool of your own juices, you barely notice the blindfold being slipped back over your eyes depriving you of your sight but heightening your other senses to compensate. A hard object slides across your thigh and brush against your damp pubes. In your state you don't link any relevance other than the gentle and soothing touch on your sore pussy. The object slides across your inner thigh and then slowly back towards your centre. The hard object now nuzzles against your lips, slowly stroking up and down spreading your wetness and easily parting your red and swollen pussy lips. A small amount of force and it pushes into you, easily sliding into your hole still sodden with your cum and sweat. Deeper and deeper, slowly, very slowly filling your pussy with this cool hard object. Until it finally comes to rest, the feeling of occupancy and fullness welcoming after the waves of pain and orgasms only a few moments ago. You tense as the object slowly begins moving inside you, then a light vibration joins it and you know exactly what is inside you now, how much more can you take??? The movement and vibrations are very gentle and after the abuse on your clit and pussy the feeling is actually relieving, almost soothing. The movement is relaxing and pleasurable, soft and gentle. The slow continuous hum of the vibrator quickly becoming the only focus on your mind. A few minutes pass in this relatively state of tranquil bliss before the vibrator steps up a gear and increases both the speed of the motion and the vibration intensity. The probing inside your pussy coupled with the harder vibrations once again kicking your juices into free flow and reenergising the deep tingling feeling between your legs. There is a rustling to your sides and you realise the cord connecting your wrist shackles has been loosened and your wrists are momentarily free, but the freedom is short lived as your wrists are pushed together and the shackles connected together above your head. The cable is reattached but an amount of slack at least allows you to move your arms and hands above your head. Another step change in the vibrations elicits a moan from you as the vibrations hit your bodies resonant frequency and you feel yourself desperately clenching onto the vibrator and bucking your hips rhythmically. Two strong hands curl under your spread thighs and grip the top of your legs. Grasping your legs and forcibly pulling your body down towards the bottom of the bed, the loose cord attached to your wrist suddenly being pulled tight forcing your arms to be stretched above your head, the action enhancing your boob position and making them stand proud on your chest nipples pointing towards the bedroom ceiling. You can feel the edge of the bed under your ass cheeks as your legs still restrained at the ankles are spread wider, knees now raised to accommodate the position your are currently held in. The grip and touch on your legs slips away and you refocus on the vibrator buzzing inside your pussy, taking you second by second closer to yet another orgasm, building rapidly inside you. Suddenly the vibrator is being manhandled now, being withdrawn and reinserted still vibrating and buzzing wildly, this extra sensation proving too much and through gritted teeth you once again moan through the first wave of another orgasmic spasm your pussy clenching hard on the vibrating mass sliding easily in and out of your ravished pussy. Two, three more waves ripple over you making your whole body jerk and shake before the vibrator is removed and quietly switched off. The only sound now being your heavy breathing interspersed with sighs as you again try to regain a little composure. As your breathing slowly settles your blindfold is slipped back off your face, quickly followed by the release of both of the ankle restraints and finally your wrist restraints. Still too exhausted to react or move more than to settle to a comfortable position as you carefully stare at the assailant now sitting at your side on the edge of the bed. Slow he raises his hand to the balaclava and lifts the woollen mask off his head. How was that babe – everything you expected, everything you wanted? As I lean over you planting a gentle kiss on your lips. You look stunning by the way, and I told you I thought you could manage multiple orgasms, you just needed the right encouragement. We kiss gently once more before you ask if I could get you a drink before coming to bed, where we cuddle up and both sink quickly into a deep and satisfied slumber. Intruder I glared at the young woman. Hayley, she said her name was. I suppose in all honesty I shouldn't blame her but I couldn't help thinking that the whole situation was her fault. I'd assessed the house and I knew that it would be empty at this time. I knew everyone who lived here, where they worked and, more important, when they worked. That morning I'd positioned myself at a nice little vantage point and watched as everyone had left as scheduled. Father first, off to his job. Oldest child next, off to his school, and finally mother and two younger children. She'd drop them at their school before heading on to her job. This left the house free for me to help myself to certain bits and pieces that I expected to find in there. I'd given the lot of them a good hour to be on their way, just in case one of them decided to double back. Deciding that the coast was clear I'd driven in, parked in the garage and entered via the back door. The lock there was so feeble that I barely slowed down to pick it. Closing the door behind me, I was sauntering down the hallway towards the master bedroom when the bathroom door open and a nude young woman waltzed out of it. She didn't even notice me at first. She just came out of the bathroom and turned and headed down to the bedrooms. Maybe she heard something or maybe she'd seen me out of the corner of her eye when she came out of the bathroom and only just realised what she'd scene. She suddenly spun round, gasping, taking the classical September Morn position in a frantic attempt to cover herself. She didn't have a chance. I just bustled her into the master bedroom and pushed her so she sat on the bed. She sat there looking at me, not saying anything. Too shocked, I think, to know what to do. "Who are you?" I asked, "and what are you doing here?" "I'm Hayley," she mumbled. "I was just having a shower." I'd noticed that. When someone walks out of a bathroom, naked and with wet hair, it's a fair bet that they've been showering. "That's not what I meant," I snapped. "I mean why aren't you at school, or work, or something? How old are you, anyway?" "Nineteen," she said. "I've finished school and I don't have a job yet." "You're a damned pest, is what you are," I pointed out. "I can't very well tie you up and leave you here until someone gets home. You could have an accident or something. And if I tie you up or lock you up while I help myself to the things I want, there's no guarantee you won't get loose and raise the alarm. And even if I did manage to keep you prisoner until I had finished you'd be raising the alarm seconds after I left. You've completely ruined my mornings work," I growled. "I'm sorry," Hayley muttered. "Let me go. I won't tell anyone. I'm a burglar, too. I broke in to pinch whatever I could." "And if you pull the other one it plays jingle bells," I said. "I'm a thief. Not an idiot. First time I've heard of someone stealing a shower. Effectively, this means I'm going to have to leave without the goodies I wanted. So I think I'm entitled to some compensation." My eyes ran blatantly over her naked form as I said that, and she paled. "What do you mean by that?" she demanded. "Just that you're going to be my compensation," I explained. "I'm going to spend a little quality time with you. Won't that be fun? It seems to me that you have three choices. Are you going to cooperate?" Hayley's shocked look and fiercely shaken head answered that. "In that case you can either put up a real fight or just resist by struggling. I'd suggest that you make it resistance by struggling rather than try a proper fight. I'd hate to have to knock you out." Hayley still didn't say anything, but she was watching me like a hawk as I undid my trousers. As soon as they were halfway down she was off the bed and trying to dart past me. It didn't help, as I'd been expecting it. I caught her arm as she was scrambling up and let my tangled trousers trip me onto her, pinning her to the bed. A few kicks and I was free of them. Hayley was wriggling in earnest now, trying to get out from under me. She could feel my erection pressing against her stomach and she'd decided she wanted no part of it. A pity, because she was about to get all of it. I caught her hands and held them easily in one of mine. My other hand was busy checking out her breasts, which were very pleasant to hold. Oddly enough, Hayley wasn't squealing or yelling, just saving her breath for the struggle. After a while I transferred my attention downstairs. My weight had easily parted her legs and my wandering hand had free access to her soft flesh. When I started caressing it Hayley did start squealing, calling me several names between squeals. I decided that it was time to get down to business. Hayley's swearing and squealing came louder now as she felt me parting her lips. Then my cock was pushing between them into her tight, hot, wetness, slowly forcing its way in. Hayley heaved and twisted under me, trying to get out from under the invasion but, bit by bit, I sank deeper into her. Finally one last push and I smacked home. For a moment we lay like that. Hayley spread out, glaring up at me but neatly pinned to the bed, while I looked down at her smiling my triumph. I could feel her shifting slightly, adjusting to the feel of me in her. Now to give her a little surprise. I slowly withdrew, watching her face as she unwillingly reacted to the feeling of my cock dragging against her inner flesh. I almost laughed at the look of astonishment on her face when I withdrew completely. Hayley just relaxed for a moment as I rolled off her, relieved. She'd relaxed too soon, as it gave me a chance to roll her over onto her tummy. She gave a shriek of rage as she felt me positioning her. I hoisted her bottom up, pushing her knees under her. She was still trying to roll away from me when my cock hit her pussy and started pushing home again. It was quite interesting for the next few moments. The new position gave her more room to wriggle and try to avoid being stuck, as it were, but she was a lot wetter now and had already been stretched into shape. Hayley wriggled and cursed and found that my cock was steadily advancing until once again I had her firmly nailed. Now that she was nailed, I let go her hips and reached down to cup her breasts, holding them firmly while pressing hard against her pussy. I again did a slow withdrawal, squeezing her breasts as I did so. This time I paused with my head just inside her, held it for a moment and felt her start to tense as Hayley awaited my drive into her. So I pulled out again. This time when I rolled her back onto her back Hayley went willingly. I think she wanted to tell me a few home truths to my face. I had other plans. I took hold of Hayley's ankles and lifted her legs up and out, effectively bending her in two. In that position she was absolutely helpless, unable even to struggle, and all she could do was watch and swear at me as my cock once again made itself at home inside her. This time when I pulled free yet again Hayley was livid. "Just what do you think you're doing, damn you," she yelled at me. I suspect a certain amount of that was frustration. She kept getting nailed and nothing was coming from it. I released her legs and let them sink back onto the bed, while I stayed lying on Hayley. This time when I rolled her I took her by surprise again. I did a full roll of myself as well as Hayley, so I finished up lying on my back with Hayley lying on top of me. I gave a slight push and Hayley found that my cock was pressing between her legs and into her pussy again. Being on top of me, Hayley probably had high hopes that she could get up and off. I hated to disappoint her, but my cock was really rigid after the playing around. My hands on her back stopped her getting off me and a firm push of my hips was driving me into her quite smoothly, her body quite ready to accept me. Now Hayley was lying on top of me but with me firmly inside her. My hands slid around to her breasts, cupped them and pushed her up into a sitting position, pressing me even more firmly into her. Hayley was breathing hard and glaring at me, wondering what I was up to now. I was grinning up at her, enjoying her frustration and the feel of her enclosing me. "Listen, Hayley," I murmured, "why don't you stop mucking around and start riding me properly?" "Me?" she exclaimed. "You..." The poor girl didn't know what to say, and I just waited. She gave up. She was totally stimulated and needed the action to continue. She started rocking on me, and I could feel my cock dragging back and forth inside her. It felt good to me and from the way Hayley was breathing hard she was enjoying the feeling as well. It wasn't enough, for either of us. It wasn't too long and Hayley was sliding herself up and down my rigid pole, lifting herself high and then driving back down onto me while I lifted my hips to give added impetus to out coming together. It wasn't long before I was breathing hard. Hayley continued at the same pace. It quickly became evident to me that she was dragging the whole thing out as long as she could, taking a petty revenge for my teasing her. I gritted my teeth and bore it. For a while, anyway. That teasing sliding up and down my cock seemed to be going on for ever. Every so often I'd think I was ready and Hayley would seem to hesitate for a couple of moments, and the feeling would start to subside, only to slowly come back as she continued moving on me. She won in the end. I said something rude and flipped her onto her back. This time I paused for a moment and then I was driving into her, hard and fast. Hayley was shrieking and bucking, her climax coming on fast, and then I was spraying her and she was no longer coming, but there, looking as though she was having convulsions. I departed while Hayley was lying there, breathing hard. I'm not even sure if she registered my going. Anyway, with this place a bust I had to go look for other likely targets. I was quite annoyed when I learnt via the crime-stoppers handout that the locals give away that the house was burgled. Cleaned out. It appeared that the brazen thief had also had a shower and even stolen the blankets from the master bed. Intruder Please note that all Characters in this story are over 18 years. ***** Emily Cronin waved her friends goodbye as the taxi drove away. The forty-two year old legal secretary had been at the theatre with some of her workmates to watch a wonderful new play. It had been a month since her husband of twenty years, Tom, had walked out their latest row. Each row became louder and always centred on the same thing, sex. Emily had been feeling frustrated for several months now and it all exploded with Tom storming out, vowing never to return. Emily couldn't understand it. She simply wanted to spice up what little sex they had but Tom just wouldn't listen. To fill the void Emily was often out dining with her friends or at the theatre. Now, as she headed in the drive to the door, Emily felt tired. She looked forward to her cup of tea before heading to bed. Thankfully tomorrow was Saturday and meant a lie in. Emily ascended the stairs having put the used tea cup into the sink. It was when she opened her bedroom door that Emily got the first shock when the light suddenly went on. The second was a hand was placed to her mouth that prevented her from screaming but the real frightener was the feel of the cold steel against her throat. "Don't make a sound and you won't get hurt," her assailant whispered in her ear. Emily nodded and the hand left her mouth. "Please, don't hurt me. There is cash and jewellery in the room. Just take it and leave," she begged. "Later. Right now I just want to admire a beautiful woman," said the young man still holding the knife to the older woman's throat. Despite her predicament Emily blushed at the young man's statement. He was right about one thing. Emily Cronin was indeed a very beautiful woman. She stood five feet eight inches tall and her blonde hair was shoulder length. Her breasts were full, round and firm. She had kept a wonderful figure and her legs were long and very smooth. "Your perfume is delicious," said the young man as he inhaled deeply. Emily remained silent. She really wasn't sure whether or not to thank him or not. She decided silence was more discreet. "You'll do exactly as I tell you and you won't get hurt. Is that clear?" asked the young man as he menacingly waved his knife under Emily's chin. "Y-es," stuttered the older woman sounding terrified. "Good, now unbutton your blouse and take it off," he ordered. "But..." The feel of his knife stopped Emily's protest. Reluctantly she began to unbutton her white short sleeve blouse. She was three quarters way down when she suddenly felt the zip of her black knee length skirt being pulled down slowly. The loosened garment slid to the floor and when her blouse joined it her lacy red knickers were revealed encased in her black tights. The young man squeezed Emily's wonderful breasts through her matching low cut bra. The older woman bit her lip as she tried to hide any hint she felt any pleasure from his touch. "Take off your bra," demanded the young man and Emily reluctantly complied. "You've got wonderful tits," said the young man as he squeezed her bare melons. "Please don't," whimpered Emily as his hand continued to maul her. The young man said nothing. He simply pushed her face down on her bed. He grabbed the rim of her tights as well as her knickers and pulled them down. "No, please!" protested Emily, putting hands to her bottom in a vain effort to hide it. Again their was silence from the young man as he grabbed Emily's arms and tied them to the bed's iron head rest with some cord. "What are you going to do?" she asked anxiously as her legs were tied to the ends of the bed with some more cord. "We're going to have sex and you're going to comply with my every demand," answered the young man with a smile. "No, I won't do it. I'm a married woman, my husband..." "Oh, that's too bad. It would be a shame to punish such a beautiful arse but if you insist?" Swish! Crack! Emily released a scream when she felt the sting of the unexpected bamboo cane as it struck her buttocks. Swish! Crack! "Yelp!" cried Emily as the second blow struck home. Swish crack! "Well, what is your answer now?" demanded the young man. "No, I won't do it," responded Emily, vainly trying to sound defiant. Swish! Crack! Three more times Emily felt the cane strike her bare bottom. "Please, no more. I'll do as you ask. Just don't hurt me any more," she begged. "All you had to do was comply and obey," said the young man as he laid the cane down on the table and he undressed. Suddenly Emily felt a tinge of excitement as her legs were prised gently apart. She shuddered when she felt a tongue lick her right leg and then her left. What she found more soothing was when the young man's lips kissed her sore buttocks. Pain seemed to instantly give way to pleasure as his lips continued to kiss her arse cheeks. Emily struggled in vain to hide her pleasure as she involuntarily released a small moan when she felt her attacker's tongue as it licked each of her buttocks alternately. "Oh my God," cried Emily when she felt his tongue as he began to lick her lower back. What was even more exciting for Emily was as the young man moved up her body she could feel his hardened manhood as it rubbed along the crack in her arse. "Oooh," sighed Emily as her neck was kissed and sucked. The young man released her arms and legs of her bonds and she was turned over to face him. She was prevented from protesting when his lips touched hers and they kissed passionately. He moved to Emily's breasts and engulfing her right breast with his lips he began to lick and suck her nipple. "Oooh," sighed Emily as his tongue tickled the nipple. There was even more pleasure and excitement for Emily as she felt his tongue as it began to make a circular movement around the base of her breast. It was a decreasing circular movement that culminated with her nipple being once again sucked and licked. There was an even more exciting sensation awaiting Emily as the young man began to explore the deep crevice between her breast before moving on to her other breast and the whole wonderful sensation began all over again. The young man moved down to Emily's lower body and after gently prising her smooth legs apart, invaded her trimmed pussy with his tongue. It was a wonderful sensation for Emily as she felt his tongue drill through her lips and began to lash her clit. All thought of hiding any pleasure had now vanished as Emily freely sighed and moaned deeply at this young man's wonderful tongue movement. "Oh God, Oh my God," she cried several times as she could feel her love juices slowly gather. There was a moment's pause as the young man suddenly withdrew his tongue and replaced it with his hardened cock that had been patiently waiting and began to pump. His pace quickened with each stroke and Emily couldn't help herself as she gripped his hips with her hands as if guiding his actions. Her own body began to react to his movements and not long after both older woman and younger man settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. As the moments passed Emily and the young man struggled to prolong the wonderful sensation they both enjoyed. Their breathing deepened and their body heat made them perspire a little. Finally, however, nature took its course and their orgasms were almost simultaneous. For Emily it was one of the biggest shad ever had. It left her exhausted and gasping for air. After a few more moments of collecting her thoughts Emily spoke to the young man. "Oh David, that was so wonderful. Thank you darling," she said as she kissed the young man before resting on his bare chest. "You're welcome, Mum. I hope I didn't hurt you," responded David anxiously. "Not at all. You'll get used to it, sweetheart," answered Emily with smile before kissing her son. "Dad must be off his head. I can't believe he left because this was all you wanted," said David. "That's just an excuse. Your father has major issues that he won't face up to. David, you are absolutely wonderful. You'll satisfy any girl," declared Emily. "Why would I want any girl when I have you, Mom?" countered David. "Oh, you're so wonderful, darling. Thank you," responded Emily as she kissed him once more before embracing him tightly. "Well, it's your turn tomorrow. What would you like me to dress up as?" asked Emily curiously. "Well, you really are sexy in you office suit, Mum. You can be my secretary and I'll have to spank you for being naughty." replied David. "Oooh, that sounds so delicious, David. I can't wait," responded Emily, sounding like an excited child. "Goodnight, Mum," said David as he kissed his mother. "Goodnight, sweetheart," responded Emily as she hugged him. It wasn't long before mother and son were asleep together wrapped in each other's arms.