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The Intruder

By: Jake68



Jane hated it when Shona was gone for the weekend. The noises are so much louder when she was alone. Jane and Shona had lived together for the past two years, sharing a house, sharing expenses, and sharing their bed. Normally when Jane or Shona became a little frightened, all she had to do was to get into the other's bed. They would then cuddle, usually ending the night making love. 

Jane tried to imagine being in bed with Shona. She closed her eyes, running her hand over her breasts as if Shona was caressing her large, full tits. Jane squeezed her nipples, feeling the rush of electricity racing through her body. Jane's breathing began to deepen, her breasts heaving on her chest. Jane thought of Shona's long fingers playing with her lips, teasing her pussy. Jane bit her lower lip, her fingers slipping into her wet muffin as her other hand began groping her sensitive breasts. Jane could almost feel Shona's tongue on her nipples, sucking her tits as her fingers plunged deeper into her wet pussy. Her hips bucking, Jane fingered her pussy harder as her hand groped her tits through the thin satin of her baby doll nightie. She was about to cum, forgetting about her fears when she heard something inside the house. 

Jane froze, her fingers still inside her quivering tunnel. She heard the door knob turn. She lay still in the bed, holding her breath as the tall stranger quietly walked into the room. Jane felt her body shake with fear as the stranger walked past in silence, his face covered with a thin ski mask. He walked around the room, Jane wasn't sure if he had noticed her. She lay there in silence, afraid to even breathe. She felt her heart racing, afraid that he would hear it pounding against her chest. 

Suddenly he turned towards her, walking to the side of the bed. Jane closed her eyes, afraid to look. She felt a sharp point of cold steel on her neck. She opened her eyes to see the flash of a knife blade, the point sliding down her neck. She looked up, into the eyes of the intruder. Her body shook with fear. In an instant, the intruder's hand was over her mouth, the blade hard on her throat. 

"Keep quiet. Don't say a word," he whispered in a firm tone. "If you behave, you will be all right." Jane's eyes widened as he slid his hand off her moist lips and down her neck. His hand continued down, on top of the sheets. He felt her large breasts through the bed sheets, squeezing then feeling their fullness. Jane nodded her head to his order, hoping he would just leave her alone. He grabbed the sheets as his hand slid down, pulling them off of Jane's trembling body. Her nipples were hard, either still from her earlier fantasy of from fear... it didn't matter, the hard flesh poked through the thin material of her nightie. 

"Mmmmmmmm, what do we have here?" the stranger said, groping at her tits. Jane felt the roughness of his grasp, almost hurting her as he squeezed and pulled at her large breasts. She started to move away when he pressed the blade harder against her throat. She became rigid with terror, the point nearly piercing her skin. "We can't have any of that!" he said forcefully. He reached into his back pocket, pulling out several ropes and scarves. He quickly tied Jane's hands to the bed posts, then her ankles, her legs spread wide. Jane felt exposed, open to his every glance. "One more thing," the stranger said, tying a scarf around Jane's eyes, "This mask is getting too hot." 

Jane heard him pull the mask off, breathing more freely. "Now you just lie there quietly," he said softly. Jane heard him walking around the room, opening closets and pulling out drawers and shutting them hard. Jane didn't want to invite more trouble so she just lay there in silence. She tried to control her breathing so as not to draw further attention to her 38D breasts. She wished she were still covered by the sheets, her nightie doing little to hide her body from the eyes of the intruder. Jane then heard him walk back towards the bed. She held her breath as he sat on the edge, his hips lightly touching her arm. She closed her eyes, hoping to awake from this nightmare when she again felt the knife on her cheek. It slid down her face, under her chin, down her chest to her cleavage. She trembled with terror, her body beginning to sweat. She felt his breathing just above her breasts, his hot breath stimulating her still hard nipples. "You like it, I see," he said calmly. The blade of the knife pulled at the right strap of her nightie, cutting the thin material. Just as quickly, it cut the other strap. She then felt the blade catch the top of her nightie, pulling it down her chest, exposing her heaving breasts. His hands lightly ran over the large globes of flesh, squeezing her. 

"What are you doing?" Jane pleaded, "Please stop!!!" The intruder just laughed, pulling her top down further. Suddenly she felt his hands at the hem, pulling her nightie off her trembling body. Jane felt the cool air of the air conditioning blowing across her, hardening her nipples even more. Jane fought the restraints, pulling at the ties as her body twisted in the bed. She then felt the point of the blade pressing on her mound, the blade slipping under the thin waistband of her panties. She froze, hoping against hope as to what would occur next. 

With a quick upward flick, the stranger cut through the waistband of her knickers, then with another, flicked them off her, opening her pussy to him. Jane tried to scream, but was quickly gagged by his hand. "Don't say a fuckin' word!" he snapped angrily. Jane squeezed her eyes shut, even though the blindfold kept her from seeing anything. She nodded to the intruder, feeling his hand on her mouth and his warm breath on her face. 

"Maybe I need to stuff your mouth with something," the stranger said. Jane shook her head, expecting a gag of some sort. Instead, she heard a snap and then a zipping sound. "No, NO!!!!!, Please, N..." Jane's mouth was suddenly filled with a hard, fleshy cock. She was tempted to bite it until she felt his hand grabbing at her hair. His hips were thrusting, sliding the hard rod in and out of her mouth. She was almost in tears, his hand groping harshly at her tits, squeezing the soft flesh. Jane felt his cock grow harder, thicker in her mouth as her lips gripped the thick shaft. The cock filled her mouth. He thrust hard, nearly gagging her with his cock. She tried not to enjoy it, but it was bigger than almost any she had had before. 

The intruder slid his hand down her neck, groping at her tits. He pulled her hard nipples, sending bolts of electricity through her body. Sliding his hand further down, over her belly, he felt the wetness of her pussy. His fingers teased at her lips, then rubbed over her clit. Instinctively, her hips lifted off the bed, reaching for his fingers, wanting to feel them inside her. 

Jane started to moan, but caught herself, not wanting to give in to the pleasures this intruder was giving her. She quit sucking, opening her mouth. 

"Suck my cock, you bitch!!" he screamed, ramming two fingers deep into her. His forcefulness startled Jane, her head began bobbing back and forth quickly. Uncontrollably her hips began bucking against his fingers. She felt him thrust his hips faster, fucking her mouth as his fingers fucked her wet pussy. Jane was about to cum, her orgasm reaching its peak as he plunged his fingers deeper and deeper into her. She bucked her hips, fucking his hand, when her orgasm suddenly erupted inside her. Jane moaned aloud, her cum squirting out of her cunt and onto his hand and the bed. She knew it was wrong, but she wanted him inside her, she wanted to feel that thick cock deep in her cunt, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. 

His cock popped out of her mouth, "You fucking arsehole!" Jane screamed at him, her body twisting in the restraints. He climbed into the bed, untying her legs. Jane knew what was about to happen, half wanting it, half wanting to kick him and run. 

"Who's the fuckin' asshole now, bitch?" he said, ramming his thick, hard cock deep into her cunt. 

"Oooooohhhhhhhh," Jane screamed as the cock stabbed deep into her, stretching her walls. The intruder thrust again and again, pounding her hard. ‘Oooohhhh God," Jane moaned, feeling his hard cock filling her, stretching her as no one else had done before. Her hips rocked back and forth, reaching for him. He grabbed at her tits, squeezing them hard, bracing himself as he slammed his thick cock into her tight cunt. He felt her cunt gripping him, trying to hold him in. His hands squeezed her tits, lost in the large fleshy globes of her chest 

. "Fuck me, fuck me you cunt," he screamed, thrusting his hips hard, slamming his hips against hers. He grabbed her legs, lifting then to his shoulders. "Ooooohhhhh fffuuuucckkkkk," Jane moaned as her attacker threw himself down into her, pounding her hard. She felt his cock throb inside her tunnel, twitching against her walls. Jane's body tensed then exploded in a spasm as her body erupted in another , massive orgasm. Her cunt squeezed the thick cock, gripping it, wanting to hold it inside her. Her hot juices flooded her tunnel, squirting out as he pistoned in and out of her. 

Jane could feel her hot juices running down her thighs and onto her legs, down the crack of her bum. She could tell he was about to cum when her hands slipped out of their restraints. 

Jane swiftly grabbed the knife that was lying next to her, holding it to the intruder's gut. He stopped in an instant, the sharp point pressing into him. "Lie down, you arsehole," Jane said angrily. She tied him to the bed, using some knots her father had taught her while sailing. The stranger tugged at the ropes, but that only made them tighter around his wrists. Jane sat on him, straddling his waist, playing with the knife above his chest. 

"Be careful with that!" he yelled at Jane. His breathing deepened as Jane slid the knife down his chest. Jane laughed, running the point over his nipple. She could feel his cock under her. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her lips over the soft cock. She could feel it becoming harder, pressing against her wet slit. She leaned over, letting her large tits fall onto his face. He opened his mouth, taking her nipple in, his tongue flicking over the hard nub. Jane grabbed his head, pulling him into her tits, his mouth sucking and tonguing her. Jane moaned as he sucked her flesh. She rocked harder against him, feeling his cock become hard again. Jane moaned loudly as he buried his face between her tits, pressing his cock against her arsehole. 

"You want it, don't you, you fuckin' cunt?" the stranger snarled. Jane looked down at him, smiled. 

"No," replied Jane hotly, "it's you who wants me. You want to fuck my arse." 

His eyes widened. He felt his cock grow even harder, wanting to be inside her. Jane raised her bum, grabbing his cock. It twitched in her fingers. Jane slid her fingers up and down the thick shaft, loving the feel of its hardness. She placed the head on her button, wiggling her arse back and forth. 

"Ooooohhhhh God!" she moaned as the thick head forced its way into her tight rear entrance, spreading her open. Jane had to work the cock in, letting it slide in and out, little by little. She had never felt suck a thick cock in her arse before. Jane rocked her hips back and forth, feeling the cock slip deeper and deeper. He began thrusting his hips, driving his cock into her rectum. 

"Oooohhhh fffuuuucckkkkk," he moaned, thrusting hard. The thick cock plunged all the way into Jane, stabbing deep into her back passage. Jane screamed as the cock plunged into her, her arse filled as never before. She rocked her hips, letting his cock slide in and out of her. Jane leaned forward, resting her hands on his chest, her tits swaying against him. Her nipples rubbed against his chest hairs, stimulating the rest of her body. Jane rocked hard, he thrust his hips hard, fucking her tight arse. 

"Ooohhhhh God, yyyeeeessssssss!!!" Jane screamed as he fucked her hard, his hips slamming against her. Jane felt his cock stretching her arsehole, filling her. His cock throbbed and jerked inside her. "Fuck me, you bastard, fuck my frigging arse!!" Jane yelled, bouncing up and down on his hard, thick cock. Jane could feel his cock throbbing, ready to explode inside her. 

"Oooooohhhhhhhh sshhhiiitttttt, I'mmmm cumming," he screamed . He thrust his hips again and again, slamming his cock deeper and deeper into her arse. "OOOohhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned. 

Jane's body tensed, her back arched as another orgasm ripped through her body. Her body shuddered as wave after wave of electricity exploded through her. Jane felt his cum hitting against her walls, filling her bowels with his hot juices. She also felt the knife in her hands. She fell forward, bringing the sharp blade down onto his chest while his cock continued filling her with his hot cum. The blade slid easily into the handle of the knife, until the hilt slammed against the intruder's chest. 

Jane lay there breathing heavily, his cock still throbbing inside her back passage. She could feel the warmth of his cum inside her, beginning to ooze out onto her thighs. He slipped his hands out of the restraints, wrapping them around her, holding her tight to his wet body. He kissed her head again and again, his hands caressing her trembling body. 

Jane lifted her head, looking at him, "Oh God Geoff, that was wonderful!" Geoff smiled, holding his lover to his body. He caressed her, wanting to feel all of her on his fingertips. 

"Oh Jane, I love you," Geoff whispered softly, kissing her glowing face. Jane laid her head on his shoulder, kissing him tenderly. Just before drifting off to sleep, Jane thought how much she loved it when Shona was gone for the weekend.

The Intruder



I swung my legs out of bed. Holding my head in my hands, I tried to wake myself up. Already a few minutes behind, I was going to be late if I didn't get into gear. After shaking away the last vestiges of sleep, I got up and made my way into the bathroom. 

I looked into the mirror and was quietly disappointed. I had sunburned over the weekend, and my face and shoulders were dry from the burn. My hair was a mess, and my face needed to be washed. I sighed and got into the tub.

I felt so much better after my shower, and as I brushed my teeth and put on lotion, I felt rejuvenated. I was starting to feel presentable. A little bit more primping, and I'd be ready for work. 

I hung the towel on the rack to dry and made my way back to my bedroom naked. Living by myself, I often roamed the house without clothing. 

This particular morning, however, I'd come to regret it.

He was there, in the bedroom. Somehow, he had silently slipped in. He was hiding behind the bedroom door, and I walked in without knowledge of the intruder. Suddenly, he was on me, grasping my body with one arm and tightly wrapping the other around my neck to cover my mouth.

His fingers dug into my stomach and the side of my face. He pulled me close to him, grinding my body against his. I struggled, trying to free myself, but his grasp became even tighter. 

I forced myself to stand still, hoping to catch him off guard. As I relaxed, his hold became looser. I saw my chance. I pulled one arm forward, and then drew it back, striking him as hard as I could in the stomach.

Nothing. No exhale of breath, no muttered swear, no wincing. I tried to lift my arm again, but he was too quick for me. He grabbed my wrists, pulling my arms behind my back. He reached over and grabbed my robe, struggling to get the cord free. 

He bound my arms behind my back, tightening the knot until they were at an odd and uncomfortable angle behind me. I was in pain, but I bit my lip and kept quiet. Hopefully this would be as painful as it got.   "Shut up and do what I tell you to do, and maybe I won't kill you. Understand bitch?" His voice, low and raspy, was right in my ear. I could feel his breath on my skin. I shivered and then nodded my understanding. "Good girl."

He pushed me over onto the bed, shoving me face down onto the mattress. I felt the bed shift as he reached for something, and then he roughly pulled my head up by my hair. Using one hand, he wrapped a bandana around my face, effectively covering my eyes with the fabric. He tied it tightly over my still wet hair, then flipped me over.

I couldn't help myself. I whimpered as I landed on my bound arms. The pain shot up my arms and across my chest as I was forced onto my back. 

He laughed. A giggle, actually. Like a ten-year-old on Christmas morning. 

Tugging hard on my nipple rings, he laughed harder. "A little slut, huh? No church going girl I know has her nipples pierced. This will be more fun than I first thought." I shivered again.

His hands cupped my breasts, pulling and squeezing them lewdly. He laughed again, a sound I was coming to hate, as he crudely played with my tits. "What nice, big tits you have." He paused, and moved a little farther down. "And a shaved pussy. Wow. You really are a little slut. How lucky could I be?"

"Let's see how slutty you are," he said, moving forward. I felt his cock bumping against my chin, and then against my lips. I tried to keep my mouth shut, even biting my own lips to keep them together.

He leaned over and grabbed my nipple, pulling hard, he began to twist it. Soon, the pain became too great. I screamed... he slammed his cock into my mouth and down my throat, gagging me slightly.

His cock was huge... I could feel the veins against my lips as he slide it in and out of my mouth. 

He grabbed my hair. "Come on, bitch. Suck it... use your tongue. And don't you dare get me with your teeth. Now suck it!" He reached back again to grab my nipples, twisting them between his fingers. The message was clear, and I began to suck and lick his cock.

His fingers left my nipples. "That's it cunt. That's it." He moaned in approval, and I felt a sense of relief... and pride. I berated myself... I shouldn't be enjoying this... I shouldn't be getting off on this... and yet, as I felt his cock slide in and out of my mouth, harder and faster with each thrust, I felt my pussy becoming wet.  

Roughly, he pulled out of my mouth. I felt him move down my body, turning towards me again. He flipped me back over, forcing me up onto my knees, shoving my face and shoulders against the bed.

I felt him bobbing against my leg, hard and ready. With just a little difficultly, he slid into me. "You like this, don't you cunt? You may say no, but your pussy tells a different story... you're soaked. Such a slut."

He began slowly, languidly pumping in and out of me, like he had all the time in the world. He kept a tight grasp on my ass, digging his fingers into my flesh. 

After awhile, though, his thrusts became more urgent. I could no longer help myself. I had to react. His cock felt so good inside of me, rubbing up against the walls of my pussy. I began to moan as he began to fuck me harder and faster. 

"That's it baby. Show me how much you like it." He released my ass, sliding down to lean against my back. I could feel the hair of his chest against my skin, and I moaned. As he reached around to grab my tits, I moaned harder. Again and again, he pounded his cock into me, and I began to thrust back at him, taking more and more cock each time. 

He bent down and began biting my neck and shoulders, setting off my orgasm. I came hard around his cock, clenching and unclenching all the hidden muscles of my pussy. As I finished, he began. Locking onto my shoulder, biting down so hard he would leave marks, muffling his moan in my skin, he shot his load into me.

Drained, he collapsed on the bed beside me. As we both regained our strength, he reached over to untie my arms. I groaned in pain as the blood returned to my hands. "Scott," I said, reaching up to take off the blindfold, "I'm going to be late to work."

He turned and smiled at me, running a finger down my back. "Call in sick. Just for today. And you won't get hurt." 



The Intruder



An intruder enters Julia’s bedroom through the open window, he wears an old-style hockey mask to hide the lower part of his face, black leather gloves and black combat trousers with a black t-shirt. He steps slowly into her wardrobe and pulls the door closed without letting catch click into place. Patient and silent, he waits.

Julia returns to her room after showering and dries herself off; she crosses the room to switch off the light then drops her towel onto the floor. She climbs onto her bed and her wet hair soaks the pillow darkening the wine red satin to a much deeper shade. She lays on her back with her eyes closed. The intruder watches her closely through the gap of the wardrobe door, his eyes wide as he absorbs the image before him. Her pale skin contrasting against the dark sheets, the moonlight flooding in through the window and making her skin glow. Her hands slowly move to her stomach and being gently moving up toward her breasts, stroking around her nipples before pinching them gently. She slowly slides her right hand down between her legs finding her clitoris and rubbing gently. She moans quietly to herself as she imagines the hands of a stranger caressing her body, she imagines that she is blindfolded and tied down as her secret captor takes advantage of her predicament. 

The intruder slowly opened the wardrobe door and stepped out before moving into a shadowy corner of the room to observe his victim. He had wanted Julia ever since she began working as a waitress at the restaurant, he worked in the kitchen there, washing up. But somehow she was different to his other victims, he hadn’t cared about any of them, but Julia was special, he wanted to keep her, her wanted to be able to repeat this night whenever he felt like it. He knew she had noticed him as everyone does, his face was covered with burns after being in a horrific car accident. He knew she had seen him and stared as everyone does with revulsion at his disfigurement. Now he has the chance to stare at her, he gazes upon her with awe, taking in every curve of her smooth flesh and watching the deft movements of her hands as she pleasures herself. Jealousy burns within him as he watches her slip two of her fingers into herself, wanting to touch her, wanting to feel her body writhing at his touch not her own. He pulls his knife from the sheath on his belt and steps forwards towards the bed. Julia is so lost in her fantasy that she fails to notice his presence as he slowly pulls a ball gag and some lengths of rope from his rucksack. 

‘If you scream you die, you filthy slut,’ he says as he walks towards her, the blade held out and shining in the moonlight, ‘masturbating like some depraved bitch on heat.’

She sits up and looks straight into the intruder’s piercing deep blue eyes, then defiantly says ‘Well, there was no-one else here to do it for me.’ 

The intruder steps over to her and with the knife placed firmly at her throat he takes her wrists in one hand, he then places the knife on her bedside table and secures her wrists to her bed head before moving down and securing her ankles to the legs of her bed. ‘Open your mouth,’ he growls and as soon as she does he pushes the ball between her lips, he lift s her head gently and fastens the buckle behind her head. He lets her head fall back on the pillow and kneels up in front of her. He removes his gloves and begins gently stroking her hair. ‘Relax, my sweet, I won’t hurt you,’ he pauses from a moment before smiling and adding, ‘much.’

His hands slide down over her breasts, he stops there and bend down to kiss her nipples, taking first one then the other into his mouth and sucking at them with a caress so gentle that Julia shuddered. He looks into her eyes and thinks there’s definitely something different about her, the others were so frightened but she remains calm. The others struggled and pulled away yet she does not, she does not try to fight or look away. He moves down her body trailing kisses over her stomach and pausing briefly to swirl his tongue round her navel before continuing down to her damp pussy. As his head stopped an inch away from her flesh Julia could feel his breath warm upon her skin, her sigh inaudible through the gag. His hand slowly follows his mouth down and begins exploring between her thighs stroking her soft flesh then gently slipping two fingers into her pussy already dripping from her own touch. He smiles at the feel of her flesh, hot and wet, surrounding his fingers as he moves them in and out of her, a moan escapes her mouth through the gag. He wants to feel more, he slowly slides another finger into her then another, she wriggles beneath him as he fills her and stretches her, forcing her flesh to take his hand as he pushes his thumb into her. As he pushes into her, stretching her further, until his hand is inside her fully making her writhe, her cries muffled by the gag as her body begins to shake as wave after wave of pleasure takes hold of her.

He removes his hand and the satin sheets darken as her juices soak them, he stares at her, in his eyes she sees confusion. He gently touches her clitoris and watches her face, her eyes close again and a smile creeps across her lips as her body begins to twitch. As his caress continues he notices Julia straining against her bonds but she is making no attempt to break free, instead she is trying to part her legs wider, inviting him further. Moves he has never before seen yet instinctively he understands that she wants more, that she needs to be touched by him as much as he needs to touch her. He returns his finger to her stretched hole and again inserts them one by one, filling her up, pulling her flesh open and fucking her with his fist until she is no longer able to take it. The gag is expelled from her mouth by the explosive force of her cries as she comes uncontrollably, convulsing around his hand. Her mind is in turmoil as she cries out to him, screaming for him to stop and alternately begging him not to, the extreme pain and intense pleasure combining to give Julia the most explosive orgasm she had ever felt.

Again, he removes his hand from her, her juices covering it and trickling down is arm, pouring from her as she lays gasping for breath. He stands up in front of her and removes his boots and clothes, his silhouette against the moonlight revealing a strong body. He steps forward to her and climbs onto the bed between her legs, gradually moving up until Julia can feel his hard cock brushing against her thigh. She feels his cock nudging at her entrance as he pushes into her, the pain causes her to inhale sharply as he fucks her inflamed cunt, burning from the vicious fisting he had inflicted on her. As he forces himself deeper into her with all the strength he can muster, she cries out unable to block out the pain, begging him to stop yet at the same time her body pushes up towards him. She knows as well as he does that if her arms were free they would be wrapped around him, but he knows that if she were to see or feel the scarring over his body she would be repulsed. In the darkness, bound, she’ll never know, for this one night his dream is coming true. He continues fucking her, pounding hard into her and making her muscles tighten around him, squeezing his cock and milking it as he withdraws from her. With one final thrust he spurts into her, pumping her full of hot semen, mixing his fluid with hers. 

He pulls away from Julia and watches as their combined fluids trickle out of her adding to damp area on the sheets darkening rapidly between her things. He dresses quickly before releasing her from her bonds and returning the ropes and gag to his rucksack. He turns to leave knowing all the evidence he had left behind him, he had not used a condom or kept his gloves on, he had not bathed her or combed out any stray hairs, he had not cleaned up after himself at all, he had left traces of his presence all over her and the room.

‘Wait,’ she whispers to him as she kneels on the bed, ‘please, I… I want to see your face’

He steps towards her and turns round so his face is lit by the moon, he sits beside her on the bed and slowly removes his mask revealing a face scarred by burning, with distorted features, his mouth pulled down one side. She touches the damaged tissue, gently running her fingers over every ridge and hollow, the unconventional beauty, she kisses his cheek softly and he gently pushes her away.

‘How how can you do that? How can you bear to look at me, touch me, even to kiss me?’ he asks.

‘Leon, you have just given me the most incredible night of my life,’ she says as she begins to slide his t-shirt, ‘please, don’t leave just yet.’ He remains still as she pulls his t-shirt over his head and runs her hand over his skin. She pulls him down onto the bed beside her and wraps her arms around him, holding him tightly. He relaxes into her embrace and suddenly realises his life is about to change, spectacularly. He thinks to himself she knows my name and smiles.



The Intruder



Jill was a twenty-four year old girl with some fetishes that she didn't tell every one about. She wasn't even sure that she would like all of them, but she wanted to try a few, just to see if she liked them. She had tried a few things, light bondage, sex outside, and more recently anal sex.

She had spent quite a bit of time thinking about anal sex before she decided to try it, but when she did, it opened up a while new world for her. She enjoyed anal sex, almost as much as normal sex. One thing she did enjoy was being roughly taken, almost to the point of being against her will. She and an ex-boyfriend and experimented with a few scenarios, all of which she enjoyed.

One day she was checking out a few chat sites, where she met a guy online. The two of them hit it off, and after a few months of chatting, they started to get into each other's minds and began to learn that both of them had similar interests when it came to bedroom aerobics.

They agreed to meet and after a few drinks headed back to his house where they had straight normal sex. Both enjoyed the experience and this continued for a few weeks, all the while they explored each other's sexual fantasies.

After a number of weeks, Jill was in Allan's house absent mindedly making a cup of tea in the kitchen, when suddenly the backdoor burst open and in ran a man wearing a mask and waving a gun. Jill was terrified and dropped her cup, which smashed, on the floor. The Masked intruder grabbed her by the hair and pushed the gun up against her head shouting, "If you make one fucking sound I will blow your fucking brains out!"

Jill was scared but still had enough sense not to make a sound. He then gagged her mouth with tape.

The Intruder closed the door and said, "Get your jeans off, Now Bitch!" Jill did not move. He cocked the gun and placed it at her head. Jill started to cry, and again, in a calmer voice, he said, "Get your Jeans off."

Jill slowly with shaking hands unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her jeans. The intruder stood watching her eyes and he could see the tears start to well up but he did not move the gun from her head.

When the jeans were undone, she slid them to the floor and he forcefully turned her around and bent her over the kitchen sink. He taped her wrists together and then stood and looked at her delicious ass. He moved up behind her and rubbed his hands over her ass. He put his gun down on the counter and ran both hands over her ass moving them up her body and round to her bra encased tits. 

His cock started to get hard as he roughly squeezed her tits. He rubbed his crotch against her ass and she tried to squirm away. As Jill was tied up, she couldn't really go anywhere. The intruder started to unbuckle his jeans and started to rub his hard cock over her ass. All Jill now had on the lower half of her body was a little red see-through thong that left nothing to the imagination. 

Roughly he yanked the thong to the side and buried his cock in her pussy, which to his surprise was moist. He quickly pulled his cock out and forced back in. Jill whimpered as she was bent over the kitchen sink. The intruder leaned over her and roughly grabbed at her tits and squeezed them hard. Jill whimpered more. He then began to fucked her hard. He did not care about grace or her pleasure. He wanted to fuck her hard and fast. This was rape and he knew it.

Jill thought, 'my god, I am being raped and it is exciting me. I am actually enjoying this'

He fucked her pussy for about 5 minutes; with out grace or ceremony, he pulled his cock out and forced it into her ass. It was tight and the only lubrication he had was what was on his cock from her pussy. But he forced his way in. Jill let you a muffled scream.

The intruder grabbed Jill's hips and dug his fingers in deep. He the started to slide in and out of her tight ass. Slowly at first, but gaining in speed. Within a minute he was fucking her ass as fast as he had fucked her pussy.

The tears were flowing from Jill's eyes, but she was enjoying being taken this roughly and enjoying the lack of control that she had. She was being dominated without consent and loving the experience.

After about 5 minutes, the intruder began to grunt for the exertions, then grabbed Jill's shoulders and forced his cock deep into her ass where he emptied his load deep into her ass. Jill screamed against her gag but could not scream out, as she desired.

The intruder pulled his cock from her ass and lifted her hands from over the sink taps. Jill collapsed to her knees and he removed the tape from her mouth. He picked up his gun and said, "Open your mouth." He cocked the gun and put it against her head. 

Jill did as she was told and the intruder slid his cock into her mouth.

"Clean the cum from my cock, right now!" He continued.

Jill did as she was instructed and sucked on his cock, cleaning it with her tongue.

After a few minutes, he slid his cock from her mouth, pulled up is jeans and buckled them up. He grabbed her by the hair and said, "Here is something to remember me by" He kissed her hard and firmly then ran out the back door. 

As Jill sat on the floor, she realised something about the intruder. It was not the way he spoke or his voice. She remembered the kiss. It is the way that Allan kisses her when both of them are in the throws of deep passion.

Jill started to smile to herself, and she heard the key hit the front door lock.

She took off the remainder of her clothes and walked to meet her lover Allan to properly thank him for helping her live out one of her longest remembered fantasies.



The Intruder



Jamie stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, realizing that she was no longer a tight, sexy 20 year old. She was 30 and it was definitely showing. These days she spent a little more time at the gym and alot less time at the beach. 

"God, when did I start getting older?" she thought to herself.

She let out a long, disappointed sigh and turned the bathroom light off, making her way to her bedroom. As she stared into the darkness she began to wonder if she'd ever find true love again. She was coming off of a 4 year relationship with Todd, the man she swore she would spend the rest of her life with. However, he had other plans. Other plans meaning Jamie's best friend, Bonnie.

As the night wore on, Jamie eventually found sleep, only to be awakened a few hours later by a noise coming from her kitchen. 

"Damn dog," she thought to herself, "Why can't he sleep when I sleep?"

She climbed out of bed and fumbled through the darkness, cursing both her dog for waking her up and the coffee table for being in the way of her feet, causing her to stub her toe.

Jamie entered the kitchen, and looked around ....... no dog.

"Keebo? Keebo? Where are you boy?" she asked, turning and looking around her small apartment.

Keebo was nowhere to be found and there was no apparent evidence that he had even been in the kitchen at all.

"Ok Jamie, get a grip, it was probably just a dream," she said to herself, walking back to her bedroom.

"Don't make a sound or any sudden movements and I won't hurt you," said a voice behind her.

Jamie froze and her eyes widened, oh God, someone WAS in her house and the noises were NOT the dog or a dream.

"Jamie, keep walking to your bedroom," said the voice.

"How do you know my name?" she managed to stutter out.

"I told you not to make a sound, now move," the voice whispered.

Jamie's heart was racing and her legs felt like rubber, it was almost impossible for her to put one foot in front of the other. She kept fighting her urge to turn around, although there was no escape, at least she would know who she was dealing with.

As she stepped into her bedroom, she momentarily entertained the thought of slamming the door, locking it and trying to escape through the small window in her room. But, common sense won and she continued walking into her bedroom, stopping at the foot of the bed.

She jumped when she heard the door slam shut and the hiss of the lock, completely trapping her with this ....... voice.

"That's a good girl, Jamie," the voice whispered, "that is a very sexy nightie you're wearing, but I'm sure it would look better in a pile on the floor."

Jamie shuddered and closed her eyes, fighting back her tears. 

"How did this happen?" she thought to herself, "I don't keep my windows open and I specifically remember locking my door."

"Stop thinking so much, Jamie, just take the nightie off," he said.

"Oh God, now he can hear my thoughts," she said to herself.

Her hands were shaking and her palms were clammy as she brought her fingers up to the slinky spaghetti straps of her nightie.

"Mmmm, that's it baby," he moaned, "take it off nice and slow for me."

Jamie felt at any moment that she would be sick from fear, but she continued to slip the nightie off. She cursed herself for not wearing panties to bed that night.

"God, once I slip this nightie off, he'll see I have on no panties and that will just encourage him more," she thought, but she let the nightie slide off of her body anyway.

"You have a beautiful body, Jamie," he whispered, "Todd was an idiot to let you get away."

Jamie's fear began to heighten, how did he know about Todd?

"Who are you?" she asked in a demanding voice.

"Who I am is of no importance to you at this time," he answered, "Get on your hands and knees on the bed, Jamie."

Jamie wanted so badly to turn around and face her intruder. She wanted to know who he was. Was he a friend? How did he know about Todd? How did he get in her house?

Unfortunately, all of these questions would have to remain unanswered, at least for the time being. 

"DO IT," he yelled through the darkness.

Jamie jumped and quickly climbed up on the foot of the bed on her hands and knees. Her legs were shaking so bad she could barely keep her balance. Just then, she felt the heat from the intruder's body dangerously close to her skin. Her arms began to shake and it was becoming nearly impossible to hold herself up.

"I've wanted this for a long time," whispered the voice, moving in closer and softly rubbing her ass, "But you only had eyes for Todd, I was glad to find out he left you, I knew it was finally my chance."

Jamie's mind began to race in a thousand directions. Who was this person? He seemed to know alot.

She felt his hand sliding over her ass, she felt the callouses on his palm, who was he? Just then she was jerked from her thoughts with a swift slap on her right ass cheek. The sting and burn was almost unbearable. The intruder could only laugh, and slap her ass again.

"Your ass is perfect," he whispered, slapping it a few more times.

Jamie's nipples began to harden and suddenly her legs no longer felt like rubber. Was she enjoying this? If so, why?

"I hope you enjoy this as much as I'm going to baby," he whispered.

Jamie again closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, preparing for the worst. But the worst did not come, not at that point anyway. She felt the intruder's body heat increase. What was he doing, she wondered.

Her question was soon answered when she felt his tongue enter the crack of her ass. She fought back the urge to moan as his tongue slid up and down, getting acquainted with her crack. He placed his hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks wide open as he continued to probe with his tongue, eventually sliding it inside her asshole. 

"Oh God," she thought to herself, "This is a fucking stranger, I am NOT supposed to be enjoying this."

Suddenly, the intruder began sliding his tongue in and out of Jamie's asshole faster, almost with deliberate precision. She could feel his grip on her ass cheeks tighten as he began kneading her flesh with his fingers.

She bit her lip harder, trying desperately not to respond to what was happening. And then, just as quickly as it began, it stopped. 

There were no sounds or words for what seemed to be a lifetime. Jamie was unsure of what was about to happen. Again, her questions were answered.

"Roll over onto your back," said the voice.

Jamie swallowed hard and did as she was instructed. She began to get chills as she came to rest on the cold satin sheets. She still could not see the intruder's face, just his shadow.

"Spread your legs, Jamie, spread them wide," he whispered.

Jamie began to get nervous again. The sick feeling in her stomach had returned.

"You're nervous, I like that," he hissed through the darkness, "I like knowing you fear me, do you fear me, Jamie?"

"Y-y-yes," she whispered, "Please don't hurt me."

"Hurt you? I'm not here to hurt you baby, I'm here to get what should have been mine all along," he answered.

Jamie felt the intruder climb up on the bed and take his place between her open legs. His body heat was overwhelming. Again, she felt his rough, calloused hands, this time rubbing her knees, then down to her thighs. She began to quiver, both from fear of the unknown and excitement.

He began kissing her kneecaps, occasionally flicking his tongue over her flesh. He continued rubbing her thighs, getting dangerously close to her pussy which was now beginning to get moist. 

"I can smell you baby," he whispered, "Your words are full of fear but your body is full of lust."

Jamie turned her head to the side, closing her eyes again. It disgusted her that a complete stranger could break into her home and violate her this way. She was even more disgusted with herself for being turned on by it. 

She felt the intruder shift around on the bed, but through the darkness she had no way of knowing what he was doing.

She heard the sound of a zipper being released, she fought her tears back once again. 

"Don't be scared, Jamie, you'll enjoy this, I promise," he whispered as he got on his knees between her legs.

Jamie squeezed her eyes shut tighter and reached up above her to the headboard. Her nails dug into the old wood as she prepared for the worst.

She heard noises, but kept her eyes closed. She heard the thump of his shoes landing on the floor and the wrinkling sounds of his pants being removed.

"Try to relax baby," he whispered, "This doesn't have to be a bad thing."

Jamie could taste the blood from her lip, she had bitten right through it. Her eyes were beginning to sting from the tears. She kept hoping this was all just a bad dream.

Moments later, she felt something pressing into her, something thick and warm. She was about to be fucked, and not just fucked, but fucked like she had never been before.

"Tell me you want this too, baby," he moaned, slowly pushing the head of his cock into her cunt.

Jamie fought back the moans. She had never been with someone so thick. Todd had a long cock, but it wasn't thick. He didn't stretch her cunt like this.

"Say it, say you want me inside you, say you want me to fuck your brains out, Jamie," he hissed.

"Ok!! Yes, yes I want you to fuck my brains out," she said, no longer able to restrain herself.

"Mmmm, good girl," he said, pushing his cock all the way inside her.

He left his thick, pulsating cock inside her for a moment, taking in the feeling of her cunt surrounding him.

"Oh God, I never thought in a million years you'd feel this damn good," he said, slowly beginning to thrust.

Jamie's grip on the headboard tightened and she had begun to slowly move her hips trying to get him deeper inside her. 

"Yeah, that's it, Jamie, I knew you wanted this," he moaned, his thrusts beginning to speed up a bit.

Jamie could no longer hold back her desire. She arched her back and tightened her cunt around the stranger's cock. They both began to moan, slicing the darkness that held his identity a secret.

"Oh God, you feel so fucking good, " he moaned, pumping her cunt faster.

"Mmmm, don't stop, please don't stop," she begged, "Make me cum."

These words seemed to send the stranger into a frenzy. He fell forward and grabbed Jamie's tits, squeezing them hard as he fucked her, using them for leverage.

"I won't stop, baby, I'm gonna fuck you until your whole body is numb from cumming," he moaned.

Jamie's mind was spinning and her body was reaching levels she had never known. She was close to cumming, but she didn't want this to end. 

Soon, her body could hold out no longer.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh Godddd, I'm cumming, mmmmmmm fuck, oh God, don't stop, please please!!" she screamed, releasing her syrupy sweet cum all over the stranger's cock.

"Oh God," he moaned, "Mmmmm that feels exactly like I thought it would, God, I knew you were a slut, Jamie."

Jamie laid there riding out her climax with this stranger's cock still heavily buried inside her drenched cunt. She was shaking and breathless, she had never felt like this with Todd.

"Get back on your hands and knees, baby," the voice instructed.

Jamie struggled to move herself, her body was weak, but she obeyed.

She felt the stranger again take his place behind her, with his hands roaming her ass and hips. 

"I wanna fuck you up the ass," he whispered, teasing her puckered, dry hole with his thick cock, "Tell me you want it, baby."

Jamie had never been fucked up the ass, but she heard from some of her girlfriends that it could be painful.

"Jamie, tell me you want it," he repeated. 

"Y-y-yes, I want it," she whispered, beginning to get frightened again.

"That's a good girl," he said, carefully sliding his engorged cock into her tiny asshole.

"Oh God," she moaned, again gripping the headboard, "Oh God, please, please stop, it hurts."

The intruder could only laugh and continue sliding his thick cock into her ass. He gripped her hips tightly, digging his seemingly long nails into her flesh, causing her even more discomfort.

"Mmmmmm, Jamie baby, this is one tight hole," he hissed, sliding the full length of his cock into her.

Jamie put her head into the pillow to mask her moans. He was fully inside her now and she felt as though she was about to puke. She found some comfort in taking deep breaths when she would feel him begin to thrust, but not total comfort.

"Mmmm, I knew you were a slut baby, I could tell the first day I met you, God your hole feels so fucking good," he moaned, fucking her ass with rapid speed now, "I'm gonna cum in your ass, Jamie, I'm gonna flood your hot hole with my seed, make you shit cum for a week."

"Oh God, please, I'm begging you, please stop," her pleas muffled by the pillow.

"Oh no, no fucking way I'm stopping now baby, Hmph Hmph, Ohhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhh God I wanna fill up your ass," he said, fucking her asshole like a jackhammer. 

Her bed squeaked and jiggled under the pressure of the intense fucking. She could hear the headboard slam against the wall, matching the intruder's thrusts. She felt his warm sweat drip from his body onto the small of her back, sending chills over her entire body. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk," he screamed, "Mmmm, take it, take it all baby!!!!"

Jamie's cunt began to tingle and tense up, telling her she was having another orgasm. Just the feeling of this stranger's cock up her ass and his filty words of lust had sent her into another mind boggling climax. Her head was spinning and she felt as though she had been ejected into another world, far from the one she was just in.

Jet after jet of his hot cum flooded her asshole. The cum burned her rim as the intruder had ripped her a bit upon entry. She clung to the headboard still riding thru her orgasm, shaking and panting like a thirsty dog. 

"That's a good girl, Jamie," he whispered, patting her ass and slowly withdrawing his cock, "I knew you'd like it."

Jamie could feel him moving around on the bed, approaching the foot. 

"Wait, please, you said you know me, I have to know who you are before you go," she said breathlessly. 

Again the intruder laughed a little at her and reached over to turn the light on.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!," she screamed in disbelief, "Harold???????????"

Harold was her mother's second husband. He was 61 years old and a major perv. Jamie had noticed him making eyes at her at several family functions, but never thought much of it.

"So that would explain how you got into my house, you used Mother's key," she said, "But why?"

"You're one hot bitch, let's face it, your mother's beauty and sex appeal are fading fast. I'm a man, I don't wanna fuck women my age," he said, lighting up a cigarette.

Jamie began to feel very dirty, knowing if her mother ever found out, she'd disown her for sure. But, at the same time, Jamie suddenly became turned on not only by the fact that Harold was much older, but he was ALSO Mother's husband. 

This could turn into one of the dirtiest chapters of Jamie's life .......... 



The Intruder



"Don't move."

I felt something hard and cold pressed against the back of my head, just behind my right ear. I jolted at the sensation, dropping my book as I turned to look. "Kevin what--?"

"I said--" The cold metal pressed harder, hard enough to let me know that the end was round. I heard the unmistakable sound of a hammer being cocked back, and a frightened gasp wound out of my throat. I froze, wide-eyed, staring down at my fallen book as I slowly put my shaking hands up. "For God's sake, what's going on? Who are you?"

"Shut up and do what I tell you."

His voice was husky, rough as he spoke. He pressed the gun harder against my skull, and I couldn't help but yelp. "Dammit, stop that!"

"Get up."

"No! Who the hell are you? Kevin--!"

"Your boyfriend can't hear you."

My heart almost stopped at that. My boyfriend is a black belt in karate. He doesn't get hurt easily, mostly because he moves too fast for anyone to touch him. How in the world--?

"Y-you didn't hurt him, did you?" I stammered as a horrifyingly strong hand wrapped around my bicep. "Tell me you didn't hurt him!"

"Get up." He pulled me to my feet, none too gently. He steered me away from my armchair, keeping behind me at all times. "Don't look at me."

"What do you want?" I cried, my heart in my throat. "Don't--ouch!"

"Don't move." His hand tightened hard on my arm as I felt the gun barrel slowly draw away from the back of my head. I stiffened, my ears straining to make out the strange clicking sound behind me.

I felt the first handcuff close around my left wrist and choked on a scream. I spun around in his vice-like grip, the fingers of my right hand hooked and raking across his eyes, nearly catching in the black knit of his ski mask. The man jerked back and ducked, swearing in fury as I kicked out his knee. Kevin's not the only one who knows karate.

The intruder sprang back, his fingers slipping away from my arm. He snarled something, one hand flying to his hip, where he had slid the gun inside his waistband. He tore the gun free and aimed it at my head, one finger curling around the trigger.

I gasped, staggering back, losing my balance. I head been getting ready to kick him in the head with a roundhouse, but I had forgotten about the gun. I reeled back, the backs of my calves slamming into the coffee table. I fought to stay up right, but the next thing I knew he had lunged forward, shoving me to the floor.

He pinned me to the ground, not making a sound as I screamed. I was in an awkward position, lying on my side with the black clad intruder lying on top of me. He was heavy, and I was out of ideas. In my panic I couldn't remember how to flip his body off of mine.

With one free hand I dug my fingers into the carpet, trying desperately to claw my way free. The intruder caught my right hand, wrenching it back. He planted a knee in the small of my back and rolled me over onto my stomach. I fought him as best as I could, but he was strong, and pressed my right hand against my back as he struggled with the left, finding the handcuffs hooked on my hand and locking it around my right wrist.

I fought for breath, grinding my teeth as I felt his solid weight pressed against me. I tried to turn my head to look at him, but I couldn't see that far. I could only make out his broad chest, clothed in black.

"What do you want from me?" I spat. "You son of a bitch! What do you want?!"

I felt his weight shift as he leaned forward. I could make out the edge of the ski mask, I could feel his hot breath against my cheek and ear as he whispered cruelly, "You know what I want."

I screamed. I squeezed my eyes shut and I screamed until my throat was raw. I hardly noticed as the bandanas were tied first around my eyes, then around my mouth, cutting the scream short.

I howled in protest as he stood, then hefted me up over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He wrapped one arm around my legs, keeping me from kicking. I felt his opposite hand sliding up along the inside of my thigh, as he stood, chuckling. He turned and began to walk out of the living room.

"I've had my eye on you for a long time," he said, his voice husky, his gloved hand inching its way up to the junction of my thighs. "I've been dying to fuck you."

"Touch me and you will die!" I roared through the gag. If I didn't get kill this son of a bitch first, I knew Kevin (God help him) would tear the fucker limb from limb.

I heard the familiar squeak of a door hinge and jumped. He wasn't--? For God's sake, he was going in Kevin's room? He was going to--on Kevin's bed?!

I cried out in terror as I fell, grunting again in surprise as I bounced off of the mattress. I hardly had time to register where I was--I could smell Kevin's cologne on the bed, the familiar, fading scent of our sex--when a hand wrapped around my ankle and dragged me to the edge of the bed.

The man pushed me onto my back, planting a hand against my collarbone to hold me in place. I heard an odd 'snikt!', then shrieked in terror as something cold and sharp sliced through my shirt.

I didn't dare move as he cut my shirt away. I sensed him pausing, lightly running the tip of the knife over my ribs before sliding it under the front of my bra and slicing it away.

I jumped at the cold air on my breasts. I cold feel the nipples hardening, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. He drew in a sharp breath. "Look at those beautiful tits."

"You're sick," I whispered, cringing as I felt him climbing onto the mattress. I bit down hard on the gag as his knee forced its way between my tightly clenched legs, pressing hard against my covered pussy.

I couldn't help but yelp in shock as I felt a pair of soft lips wrap around one nipple. He sucked hard on the tip, running it between his teeth and teasing it with quick, hard flicks of his tongue. He made a satisfied, purring noise, his opposite bare hand cupping my free breast, squeezing gently, running his thumb over the nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers, his thigh pressing ever harder against my pussy.

I gasped as his mouth moved from one breast to the other. Beneath me, my fingers clawed at the sheets as I desperately fought not to become aroused.

But I couldn't help it; my breasts are really sensitive, and he what he was doing, it felt so good. There was a growing, deep throb between my legs, and I couldn't escape it.

He drew away, agonizingly slowly. I could hear the grin in his voice. "How was that?"

I shook my head hard, not trusting my voice.

He carefully edged a finger under the bandana across my mouth, pulling it away. "I want you to talk--"

"Fuck you!"

He laughed. I felt him slid his body down along mine. There was an unmistakable hard lump pressing against my stomach, then my thighs as he knelt down, pulling my legs closer to him. 

I bit my lip hard as he unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them, pulled them down, off of my legs. He chuckled, running a finger over my panties, pressing harder as he passed over my clit. "For someone who didn't enjoy that, you're soaking wet."

"Bastard--!"

His finger continued to rub over my hidden clit, causing a warm shudder to run through my body. He laughed again, pleased, dipping his head to kiss my hot thighs as he worked his finger under my panties.

The tip of his finger teased the skin around my pussy, making me buck in surprise. He seemed to growl as he licked and nipped the tendons in my legs. "So wet! And no hair at all. Good--I like the feel of you smooth."

I had nothing to say. I gritted my teeth, fighting the heat growing in my pussy. His kisses raised goose bumps along my skin, and he purred, his fingers, slick with my juices, rubbing around my clit and pussy.

He finally pulled my panties down, roughly, away from my legs. He gave no warning before he plunged two fingers deep into my pussy, thrusting hard as his thumb continued to circle my engorged clit.

I cried out. I couldn't help it. It felt so good. I didn't want it to feel good. I tried to squirm away, but he held me down, his thrusts speeding up, his thumb flicking my clit harder and harder.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled as I gasped for breath. "You like feeling my fingers in you, huh? Come on, baby, come for me."

I felt the blood boiling in my veins, flooding my pussy. My muscles clenched around his hand, and we both moaned.

"That's it," his rough voiced urged. "I can feel that. I felt your muscles tightening. I can feel your clit getting hard under my thumb. You're gonna come for me."

I tried to shake my head no, but I could feel my pulse hammering in my clit. The blood was screaming through my body. I couldn't stop it.

My breath caught in my chest as my back arched. Every muscle in my pussy locked up and I came screaming. I bucked against his hand and screamed again, my body shaking, juice squirting noisily out from me, soaking the bed.

"Oh God," I whimpered.

"Oh, God, yeah," I heard him whispered seconds before he pulled his fingers away. I didn't even have a chance to catch my breath before I felt his hot, wet tongue running up the length of my pussy.

"Seeing you squirt got me so hot," he murmured as I writhed under his mouth. "Seeing you come ... I'm gonna make you do it again."

"You can't--" I started, but my words were swallowed up by a groan as he kissed my pussy, sucking my hard clit into his mouth. He sucked on it, drawing figure eights over the hot flesh. He drew away slowly, working his tongue into my soaked pussy.

It felt fantastic, and my thighs instinctively clapped down on his head, pulling him closer. He grunted, pulling them apart with a laugh. "So, you do like it."

I didn't know whether to shake my head or beg him to keep going. He didn't need encouragement.

He fucked me with his tongue, drinking in my juices, sucking and licking my clit. He pushed my thighs apart further, spread the skin of my pussy and pulling it taut. His fingers slowly increased pressure on my skin as he licked my clit.

My head was spinning. My heart was threatening to break out of my chest. I felt the cum roiling in my pussy, the blood screaming through my clit. "I'm--I'm gonna come--!"

"You gonna squirt all over me?"

I was too afraid to answer him.

He reached up with both hands, the fingers tweaking my nipples. "Well?"

"Oh--yes!" I cried, and he dipped his head again, licking furiously. I couldn't stop it and climaxed explosively, screaming as my cum squirted across his face, as my body shuddered wildly.

He moaned against my pussy, lapping up every drop of cum. His hands gently ran over my breasts, down over my stomach and over my trembling thighs. "You taste so good ..."

Unaware of what I was doing, I lifted my hips to him. My pussy was hungry, aching, desperate for something hot and hard to fill it.

I needed it. I needed his cock in me.

He stood up, and I heard his pants being unzipped. My breath caught in my throat and I whimpered, feeling his hands take me gently by the hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed.

I gasped in shock and want as the head of his red-hot cock rubbed along the inside of my thighs. He lifted my legs, resting my heels against his shoulders, steadying me as his cock slid across my wet opening. I gave a small cry of delight as the huge head slowly pressed into me, splitting me wide open.

He groaned as my pussy enveloped him. "God, you are so tight ... so wet ..."

He gave an experimental thrust, and we both groaned in unison. He drew his cock out, leaving the head just inside my opening, then slammed forward, burying himself up to the hilt.

He rocked against me, his hands roaming my body, his fingers gliding along my clit as he pounded into me, his balls slapping against the curve of my ass. I could feel his hips flexing as he thrust into me hard. I heard him groan as my pussy gripped his cock, coating it in spent cum.

He was so big inside of me. I surprised myself by whispering, "Harder", and sighing in pleasure as he ground his body against me.

I felt his cock swelling inside of me, becoming almost painfully huge. His voice cracked as he whispered, "Oh God, I'm gonna come--you feel so wonderful, I'm gonna come ..."

My pussy gave a spasm, and he roared, his head flying back, his whole body going rigid, quivering against me. I gave a small cry as I felt his cum squirting deep inside of me. I could feel the pulse in his cock hammering.

Catching his breath, he gripped my legs hard and gave a few more deep thrusts. I moaned as my pussy squeezed him, milking him for every last drop of cum. My feet hooked behind his back, pulling him deeper into me. He reached down, hooking his hand behind my neck and pulling me up. I moaned, shivering in pleasure as he kissed me hard, his tongue roaming my mouth.

The strength in his legs left him and he staggered forward, pushing me back onto the bed. He climbed up beside me, trembling, gasping, kissing my lips and face and chin and throat. His hands stroked my body, pulling me close against him.

Laughing weakly, he pulled the bandana away from eyes. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the dim light and finding my boyfriend's smiling face.

"How was that?" he whispered, his voice shaky. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, no." I kissed him hard, smiling. "That was amazing!"

Laughing, he unlocked the handcuffs and tossed them aside, pulling the blankets around us and wrapping me in his arms.

I sighed, contented, as he kissed my forehead. "I'm gonna have to get you back now."

Kevin blinked, looking down at me with a mischievous smile. "Oh? What were you thinking?"

I grinned, kissing his chin and running my fingers through his long hair. "You were a naughty boy. I think you need to be punished." 



The Intruder



Last night began no different from any other. I was shutting things down in my lonely little apartment. Made sure everything was locked up and secure, then got ready for bed. Laid down and began to drift off into sleep. 

I was floating off into the good part of sleep when suddenly I feel something on my bed. Right as I begin to lift up, he pushes me back down. My mouth is covered before I can scream and my hands are pinned above my head on the headboard. 

"Shhh." He said. 

After realizing that struggling was useless, my body relaxed onto the bed to avoid anymore muscle strain. A million things were going through my head. Tears were welling up in my eyes as he starts to speak. "I've been watching you, Lola. I've seen you around here, at the bookstore, getting groceries. Walking around like you're better than everyone else. Like no one else exists. I bet you've never even seen me." He was right. I am looking away taking in what he is saying, trying to come up with something in the back of my head. "Look at me," he chides. "You'll see me tonight, I guarantee it." As he said it his cock was pressing up against the crotch area of my nightgown. "I can already tell you like it." He said while running his thumb over my hardened nipples. I let out a slow breath. It had been a long time since a man had touched me like that, invited or not. 

"Now I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth, and you aint gonna scream. I don't want to hurt you Lola. But I will." He moves his hand away from my mouth. I don't make a sound. "That's good. Which is how I'm gonna make you feel. Good." His hand is slithering down my side and toying with my gown. "I never seen any men coming or going, Lola. Must think you're better than them too. I'm sure you haven't had any in a good long while. Well that's about to change." 

I'm sure he felt my body tense as he played with my clothing. My body was starting to tire just from his weight on me. He was a big man. I could tell he worked out. The tone of his voice sounded angry, vengeful. He had an accent. Southern. I didn't even want to think about what was happening or what he could do to me if I angered him. He started fiddling around in his back pocket for something. I heard the unmistakable sound of a knife clicking. My body tensed again.

"Oh this aint for you. But if you scream, or do anything that displeases me . . ." He shakes his head. His eyes trail down from mine to my crotch. I shift uncomfortably at what his next move would be. Then I feel the knife on my panties. He hushes me again as I whimper at the thought of a stranger sticking a knife in my panties. His intentions became clear. I could hear the individual seams of my underpants ripping away. He was cutting my panties off at the seam right above the crotch. I began to feel the heat rising in my face. It wasn't until then that I realized how wet I was. The juices from my pussy soaked the panties. "Mmmm" he settled back into me. "You like it, don't you?"

He realigned his face with mine. "Now look at me." He over enunciated the words as to be sure that I heard him. I reluctantly turned my head back to him. I didn't want him to see my eyes. I didn't want him to see the fear, or the excitement for that matter. His hand slid smoothly between my legs and I lost focus. A shudder escaped my body. That made his cock press even harder into my leg. His fingers began to explore my vaginal regions. 

"See how well we're getting along? You like it, don't you? Mmm, I know you do. This pussy has been aching for some attention." The word aching came out slow, right as he was lingering at the opening of my pussy. I heard myself gasp as he inserted his index finger inside me. He too let out a moan as he proceeded to pump his hand in and out of me. "Look at how wet you are." The emotion in his voice changed. He was enjoying this. His breath was hot on my neck as he whispered into my ear.

"Do you know how long I've wanted this? To feel your wet pussy. To hear you wanting me so bad? 

My panting was getting even worse. I tried to hide the fact that I was so turned on. But he knew the second his fingers started in on my warm, wet pussy. He knew that he was in control of me. Then all of a sudden he stops. My body was in shock for a moment as he fumbled around on the bed next to me. I hear the stretch of a roll of tape and feel him pawing at my hands above my head. 

"I'll not tape your mouth. I want to hear you cum." 

His hands return their attention to below my waist. He is spreading my thighs apart slowly, savoring my pain. I hear him gasp as the smell of my pleasure reaches his nostrils. He is staring at my face and smirking, trying to get a reaction. I try my hardest not to give him one. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he's gotten to me. 

"Still proud, huh? Don't want to admit that your body is begging for me? Not havin fun yet? Oh, I know what you want." Glancing down at my slit. "You'd love to have me lick that pussy of yours wouldn't you?" 

A shiver ran up my spine. I knew that if his mouth came anywhere near my clit, I wouldn't be able to handle myself. He knew it too. 

"You want your clit sucked so bad, I can smell it. I'm gonna enjoy making you cum Miss Prissy. Then I'm goin to fuck the shit out of you. 

My eyes widened as I saw his head retreating down my body. I tried to brace myself. I didn't want him having the satisfaction of knowing that he'd made me cum. I felt disgusted, that this man was even going to taste of me. I could feel his breath on my thigh. I could feel his hands toying with my opening. Then as if the anticipation was enough, he shoved his tongue inside me. His arms tightened around my thighs as he was fucking me with his tongue. I could hear him sigh and moan as he ate and sucked me. I tried to tense up. I didn't want to feel him lapping at me, teasing my clit. When a small moan escaped my throat it made it even worse. He was ravaging me. The pressure in my clit was becoming too much and I could feel the pulses going through m body. The sounds of my passion drowned out the sound of him eating me alive. I stiffened as I felt the sharp twinges of my orgasm. He stopped. The shock nearly killed me. 

My faced relaxed a bit. I opened my eyes right in time to meet his. I didn't know what was worse, the sound that was coming from him, or his cock sliding into my still quivering pussy. I could feel him throbbing as he slowly violated me. He was enjoying feeling every inch of me as he slid effortlessly inside. He presses his forehead to mine so that I can't move my face away as he starts fucking me. He wants me to see him. He wants to see the expression on my face as he fucks me.

"Do you know how long I've waited to feel your pussy wrapped around me? How fucking prissy are you now? Now that my dick is so deep inside you? You didn't think I could make you cum like that did you?"

His voice trailed off like I wasn't there. He grabbed my hips for traction as he grinded into me. My nipples were rubbing up against his chest as we rocked back on forth. I almost felt pain when my pussy tightened around his cock. "Mmm. There you go. I told you you'd like it." 

I couldn't make a sound as my hips started bucking as he forced my second orgasm. My head shot back into the pillow. I sank back into the bed, spent. As if he got what we wanted, he pulled out of me inciting a gasp. He was above me, admiring the work he'd done as he jerked off over my stomach. He inched my gown up above my breasts. At the sight of me there, hands above my head, bare breasts jiggling from his movement he expelled his contents all over my midsection. In the dark I could see his body fold.

After the panting stopped, he nervously got himself and his tools together. He didn't untape my hands. He said I'd have to stay there all night with his cum on me. As he was leaving he turned for a minute to stare at me. I looked away, embarrassed about lying naked in front of him, my nipples still hard from what had just happened. He walked back over to the bed. He gave me a quick once over and kissed my mouth. He chuckled at my disgust. As he rested his hand on my taped wrists, he leaned in to whisper to me. "Now I want you to think about this the next time you are out and about flaunting your shit around town." His hand slid in between my legs. " And if you ever forget . . . " 



The Intruder



Louise Peterson climbed the steps to her front door already thinking about the nice, long hot soak she would have before bed. At the end of a long day with clients going over their financial positions and strategies there was nothing she liked better than a glass of wine, a dim bathroom, and soaking in a hot tub while she indulged her passion for early church music. 

She unlocked the door and reached in to switch on the light. Without warning she felt herself pulled into the house and pushed onto the floor. Before she could even react or think to scream a covering was put over her eyes that kept her from seeing anything. A scream began to form deep in her gut but before she could take in the breath to let it out a strong hand pushed her against the floor and a deep, masculine voice right next to her ear said, "Struggle if you will, but don't scream." It was not menacing, but something about its authority stopped her, and she obeyed.

She felt herself turned onto her stomach and then felt a weight straddle her ass and pinion her to the floor. She twisted and turned trying to free herself from his weight and at the same time reaching for the covering over her eyes, desperate to escape the inky blackness that enveloped her and to see her attacker. Strong hands pulled her arms down and placed them between his knees and her sides immobilizing her. As if by unspoken agreement both of them stopped moving for the moment. Louise desperately working her mind for a plan, a tactic to free herself and take control back. In her work she was always in control of every situation, smart, diligent, and quick on her feet she was never at a loss for a good course of action, the savvy move, the way to turn an advantage. Lying under her attacker, motionless and powerless to change her circumstances was unfamiliar to her. She was always the one in charge, but not now. 

Her attacker took one arm, fastened a cord to it and then took the other and tied them together behind her back. Satisfied that Louise could not free herself he allowed himself to inspect her closely for the first time. He rolled off her and knelt at her side. She immediately tried to roll and squirm away, but he reached out with one powerful, big hand and held her down. She struggled against his grip for a moment then rested. As the panting from the exertion subsided she was suddenly and uncomfortably aware that during the struggle her skirt had ridden up to above mid-thigh. For the first time she felt exposed and immediately vulnerable. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked already knowing the answer. He bent over, placed his hand on the inside of her thigh uncomfortably close to her pussy and put his mouth close enough to her ear so that she could feel his breath when his deep voice answered, "I'm going to fill you with my seed." Her mind registered the words of a lover from the mouth of her rapist.

"Fuck you!" she spat as she renewed her efforts to turn over and free herself. His large, strong hand held her down. She was powerless. Spent, she stopped struggling, turning her head to the side and resting her cheek on the carpet. She was through and as she lay there her mind seemed to disengage from her body, becoming a spectator to the scene. He knew he could proceed. 

Her shoes had come off during her struggles. He began with her skirt, unbuttoning it and then lowering the zipper. He pulled it down past Louise's hips, down her thighs, and finally completely off her legs. She was wearing panty hose and panties underneath. She felt his fingers hook under the waistband of her panty hose and start to peel it over her ass, down her legs and finally off. She was wearing white bikini style silk panties that contrasted with the lustrous darkness of her smooth, soft, fragrant skin. He felt the beginnings of his arousal.

He simply cut the blouse off her body. He unsnapped her bra and snipped the two straps over her shoulders. She laid before him, now, only in her panties, her arms behind her back bound at the wrists. She was motionless, beautiful, arousing, and he gazed at her letting his lust grow as his cock swelled in anticipation of the sweet release her body would provide him. He had stalked her for months, planning this moment. He knew her habits, her work schedule, when friends were likely to visit, even when she typically bought groceries. He chose her because of her bright smile, confident walk, and some primal desire she ignited in him to let his seed flood into her.

Louise could feel his gaze upon her. Except for the touch on her thigh when he had whispered in her ear, the man had not touched her sexually again. She was not frightened. She felt detached, as if this were happening to someone else. Her mind and her body had separated. She was compliant without having submitted. Her initial fury had turned into detachment. She found herself wondering vaguely what would happen next. She felt him move, and once again the deep, quite, authoritative voice said into her ear, "Lay quietly." She felt a quick tug at her wrists and her arms were free. She knew, as he knew, that she was beyond struggling. She knew that his quickness and strength would overpower any attempt she made to escape. For an odd moment she could not decide what to do with her arms. She thought of bringing them up and crossing them under her head, as she might when getting a back rub. Leaving them behind her back was now uncomfortable without the cord to hold them together. In the end she just let her arms fall by her sides, joining the stillness of the rest of her body. 

She felt him stir again and heard the rustling of his clothes as he undressed. She heard one shoe and then the other fall to the floor and then the zipper on his trousers. She wondered what he looked like. Was he Black, White, Oriental, Hispanic? She did not know. After he was naked he straddled her once again, one knee on each side of her hips, and let his body sink down until she could feel his balls and cock press against her buttocks. She felt his arousal as he leaned forward and began kissing the back of her neck and shoulders. She did not respond. She understood that he was not trying to arouse her, but rather arousing himself. He had no real interest in giving her pleasure. His only real interest was to heighten his own arousal and to let her body prepare itself to be penetrated. She felt his cock stiffen to full hardness, and felt him slide slightly so that the underside of his cock and his balls rubbed against the soft silk panties covering the swell of her ass. His breathing deepened. His tongue was warm and soft on her earlobes and neck. He shifted again and began to slide down her legs and he kissed and nibbled his way down her back until he got to the waistband of her panties. Then he started back up, this time along the sides of her chest, his head pushing her arms out of the way. She felt his nose, lips, and cheek on the side of her breast all the time knowing that his lust was rising and his need growing more urgent. For the first time she felt the heat of his erection graze the backs of her legs as he shifted position. She felt the contract between the softness of his testicles and the smooth stiffness of his cock. She could smell his maleness responding to her femaleness as both their bodies fell into ancient patterns driven by the millions of mindless years of the need to reproduce.

He was intoxicated by her smell, and the soft responsiveness of her rich, dark skin. He felt his balls tighten in anticipation and felt his fluid oozing slightly from the tip of his rigid penis leaving slight wet stains on her panties. He wanted to see her now. He took the waistband of her panties in his fingers and pulled them down, first uncovering her cheeks and then stripping them completely off. His eye traveled up the line of her leg to her dark crotch and to the swell of her buttocks. He grasped her legs and moved them apart, looking intently for the cleft of her pussy lips. She felt her sex exposed to the air, to his gaze but did not resist as he spread her legs wider still. Then he took one of her buttocks in each hand and spread her cheeks so he could look at the small, dark, puckered ring of her anus. She felt his inspection and for the first time began to feel a sense of panic. She did not want him to fuck her there. She felt him shifting as he held her wide apart. Then she felt his breath as his face came closer and closer to her anus. He looked at her intently, entranced, his face coming ever closer to her small, dark chocolate eye. She felt him blowing softly, felt the tickle around the sensitive nerve endings. She could feel him moving closer and closer until she felt his light kiss. He kissed her anus and then began to lick her.

Louise had never had anyone do this to her before. Her mind registered the thought that this was the most intimate thing that anyone had ever done to her. She felt the intense, exquisite sensations radiate outward from her anus as he continued to lick and kiss her. He traced the ring with his tongue and let it probe its very center. She felt no arousal in her mind, but was unable to stop the response of her body as it engaged in the age-old dance of preparing itself for his entrance. 

Suddenly she was aware that he had stopped and had moved away from her. His hands on her sides turned her over so that she laid face up, her legs slightly parted. He looked at her blackberry colored nipples and the blue-black areola surrounding them. His eyes wandered over her body and focused on the dark, triangular thatch between her legs covering her pussy. He again straddled her body, letting his balls and cock rest on her bush. He started kissing her again, her ears, her neck, her shoulders, and her chest. Up and down across her stomach and up the sides of her chest again nuzzling the sides of her breasts. Then he turned his full attention to her breasts. He started to kiss her mounds and to caress them with the side of his cheek. He began to lick her areola, sensing the their involuntary puckering and the erection of her large, dark, life giving nipples. Then she felt him as he began to lick her nipples, using his tongue to push them from side to side and down into her breast. She felt her sex inflamed by his actions and for the first time was aware of the level to which her body had become aroused. She felt her sex warming and opening for him. Each lick on her nipples released another sensual wash of lubrication in her now throbbing pussy. Her clitoris was engorged with blood and her lips were swollen in preparation for the sweet friction they would soon provide to his equally throbbing hard on. 

He positioned himself to enter her. He used the head of his penis to separate and open her lips, letting her lubrication cover him in order to make his entrance easier. Louise knew that he was about to penetrate her. She said aloud, more to herself than to him, "I don't want this. Don't fuck me." But she did not struggle. She felt her body flatten and sink against the floor, resigned. 

He pushed forward until just his head with lodged within Louise's cunt. He paused for a moment, pulled back slightly and then pushed forward slowly once again. This time he felt his head pass completely inside and felt the certainty of the soft, warm grip on his cock. He continued slowly, withdrawing and inserting a little further each time, letting Louise lubricate him a little more each time, until finally she enveloped him completely and he could feel his balls nestled in the wet folds of her outer lips. 

Louise's body was vibrant with rapture as he slowly squeezed his thick, hard, insistent cock into her. She felt it open her more deeply with each reinsertion. Then he was into her up to his balls and he held himself motionless. She imagined she could feel the ridge around his broad head as he quietly nestled deep inside her. Then he began to stroke. He did not pound her in mindless frenzy, but rather he stroked into her, slowly and deliberately and deeply and insistently, unexpectedly fucking her the way she longed to be fucked. She found herself waiting for the feel of his balls against her ass each time he bottomed out inside of her. 

Then she felt his cock swell even larger inside her and heard his breathing get ragged. She laid there in acceptance as he shortened his strokes, keeping deep inside her as he began his unstoppable rush to climax. He felt the tip of his cock knick Louise's cervix as the first spurt of his semen pulsed out of him and into her. "Unnnngh, unnngh" he voiced in time with each strong spurt of his ejaculate. She felt him come as he held himself deep inside her. Jet after jet of his thick, hot semen shot into her. She imagined she could feel each pulse flowing from the base of his cock, through his shaft, and out the tip, coating and laving the walls of her vagina and cervix with his seed. 

When he was spent she felt his cock, softening but still stiff, still twitching now and then. She felt the warm, weight of his copious ejaculate pooled in her core. Then as unexpected as it was unwanted her body began to convulse in orgasm. The walls of her pussy involuntarily contracting around him, squeezing him, her cervix dipping into the pool of his semen searching for mindless fulfillment. Then she too was spent. She felt him slowly withdraw. She lay there as she heard him dress and zip his pants. He did not touch her again, he did not kiss her; he said nothing. She heard the door open and then close. She was alone and filled and for the moment, at peace. 



The Intruder



I park my car over a block away from your house, because I'm afraid you might recognize the sound of my engine. I'm dressed in dark clothes and a beanie cap, which, considering the weather, isn't at all out of place. I walk slowly, casually, so as not to attract attention as I approach your house. I pass right by, and almost instantly, slip up to the side of the building, unseen. I make my way slowly and carefully around to the back of the property, knowing you like to leave your curtains open. I find a good spot to hide, where I can see in, but you wouldn't see me, even if you looked out. Soon, my patience is rewarded, and you walk into view.

Yours is a small house, with just two small bedrooms and a decent family-type room. Fortunately for me, you're a single woman, and no one lives with you. Your backyard has high walls, and lots of trees and bushes, making it almost impossible for anyone to look in on anything you do. I know that's why you leave the drapes open all the time. You're an exhibitionist, and want someone to see you, somehow. Tonight, you get your wish. You wander into your den, wearing a cut-off t-shirt and a thong. You're not supermodel thin, but you're not super sized, either. You always say you want to lose weight, but you never do.

I watch as you settle in on the couch to watch TV, and again, my patience is rewarded. A stretch from you lifts the bottom of your t-shirt right over your breasts, and my jaw drops as I see just how big they really are. Yours have to be at least a 50DDD, if not bigger. It's hard to tell from my hiding place, and speaking of hard, my cock is getting there quickly. I wait for you to pull your shirt off, but instead, you take it right off, and sit back down, now dressed in a skimpy thong that barely hides anything. You settle back in to watch TV, and I decide to risk moving to get a better view of what you're watching.

I slip out of the bushes, and move ever so slowly towards another set of bushes closer to your door. As I quietly settle into my new spot, I look at the TV and freeze. You're watching one of those soft-core romance shows the movie channels always show late at night. I look over at you, and see that your hand has slipped the crotch of that tiny thong away, and you're idly fondling your clit. From where I am now, I can almost see the moisture building, and I watch as you bring your fingers to your mouth, and lick your own juices off of them.

I can't look away as you fondle your big, beautiful body in time to the sexuality erupting from your TV. I see your breath is coming shorter and shorter, and all of a sudden, you stiffen, and let out a moan so low, most animals would growl to hear it. Your nipples are standing proudly at attention, and as you come down off your orgasmic high, the shudders ripple through your body. I see you take a deep breath, and grab the remote to turn off the TV. You grab the t-shirt from the floor where you tossed it, and make your way into the kitchen for a cool drink. I look closely at the door, and realize it's open slightly. My heart pounds, and I make my decision.

I slip out of the bushes and dart over to the sliding door, waiting just off to the side for you to come closer. You turn the light low as you approach, and as you reach to push the door closed, I slide it open and cover your face with my beanie cap. "Not a word. Not even a whisper. Tonight, you belong to me. Cooperate, and you might come out okay. If not...well, you seem like a smart girl."

I could feel the fear in you as you nod your head in agreement. You won't fight, and I have you under complete control. I turn you around, and slip the beanie over your head and face, so that you can't see anything I'm about to do.

"Do not, under any circumstances, attempt to remove the hat. It will be very bad for you if you do. Walk forward, slowly."

I guide you gently to the couch, and push you onto your knees on the edge. I grab the waistband of that little thong and pull, tearing it right off of you. I can smell the arousal you're still feeling, warring with the fear I know is in there. I run my hand along your wet snatch, and despite yourself, you moan softly. I smile, knowing this will be a night either of us will ever forget.

I step away from you briefly, long enough to remove my own clothing. My cock is standing proudly at attention, waiting for the chance to fill you up. For now, I have other plans for you. I run my hands along your ass once again, and feel the heat of your pussy as I clench and squeeze your large, full cheeks. I reach around and grab one of those massive tits, and you gasp as I pinch your nipple, hard. I feel your snatch once again, and I'm surprised at how wet you still are.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? You're such a slut that there's nothing I can't do to you, isn't there?"

With a moan, you nod your head, and for the first time tonight, you speak.

"Please, I don't want to be hurt, but I need to be fucked so badly. I'll never say anything, I swear..."

I slap your ass, hard, for the pleasure of seeing you jump.

"I plan to fuck you, bitch. Long and hard, I'm going to fuck you. In fact, here."

With only that slight warning, I slammed my cock home into your cunt. You cry out, then cut it off as you remember not to make any noise. I pull my cock all the way out, and slam it home again. I torture your clit, pinching and rubbing it as I fuck you from behind, and all you can do is moan and push back at me, begging for more. I slam my cock home again, and when I pull out, I don't send it back in. You move your ass around, trying to find where my cock is, so as to force it back inside of you. I spread your ass cheeks, and spit a little saliva on your tight pucker. I feel you tense up, but I'm not going to stop. I'm going to fuck that tight ass of yours, and there is nothing you can do to stop it.

I push the head of my cock into you, and you moan, in a combination of pain and lust. I slowly thrust my entire length into you, and without pause, start my efforts. You cry into the back of the couch, loving the feelings, but hating the violation at the same time.

I decide to really give you a pounding, and slam my cock home hard and fast. Again and again, I fill your ass with my cock, and you cry out in lust, rubbing your own clit and pinching your big nipples. I hold out as long as I can, but before too long, I need to shoot my load.

Without saying a word, I pull my dick from your ass, and turn you over to sit in front of me on the couch. I grab one hand and wrap it around my cock, and you get the hint, pulling it towards you. I moan heavily, and shoot a long string of come right onto your chin. You flinch, and the rest of my seed lands all over those big tits. My legs waver as the sensations run through my body, and I stagger backwards a little. I take a few deep breaths, willing myself to sound normal.

"That was not bad, girl. You just might have a future as a slut. Stand up."

You stand, not knowing what is about to happen. I spin you around, and push you back onto the couch, face down. I pull my cap off of your head, and quickly dress.

"Do not move for five minutes. If you do, I will know, and I'll come back again to finish what I started here tonight. Tell no one. I'll know if you do."

I slipped back out the back door, along the side of the building, and back to my car, unseen by anyone. No sooner do I get in and start the engine than my cell phone rings.

"Did you have to come on my face? You know I don't always like that."

"Sorry, baby. It slipped, really."

I pull into my driveway and park my car. Not three seconds after I walk in, you run up to me and give me a passionate kiss.

"Did you like your birthday fantasy?"

"Yes, I did! You know, yours is coming up soon. We need to think of something fun for you, too."

"I have a few ideas about that. Right now, I have something I need to do."

With that, I grab your hand and lead you to the bedroom, where we fuck all over again, but that's another, more boring story...



The Intruder



"You're lying in my spot."

Kevin was startled out of a deep sleep. It was so early that he wasn't sure if he was dreaming.

"Hey! I said you're in my spot."

He slowly raised his head off his blanket and turned to look in the direction of the voice. The sun temporarily blinded him as it was directly behind the source of the voice.

"Excuse me," he stammered, bringing his hand up to shield his eyes.

"I can't excuse you. You're in my spot."

As his eyes adjusted, Kevin's focused on the black sandals resting inches from his face. His gaze followed the long, slim, tan legs to a silhouette of long hair and sunglasses, framed by the sun.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Obviously," the owner of the legs interrupted. "Now, can you move?"

Kevin was too unnerved by the whole episode to fight or respond. He got up, gathered his towel, his suntan lotion, and his small cooler and moved out of the lady's way.

As he stood there, he squinted around the beach. It was virtually deserted. There were a few hotel workers setting up lounges and cleaning some clutter. Otherwise, he and his new neighbor were alone.

He watched as she rolled out her beach blanket on the spot he recently occupied as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

"Is it okay of I set up here?" Kevin inquired.

"Why would I care?" she answered without looking up at him.

After smoothing his blanket and arranging his belongings a short distance away from his original spot, he sat and looked out at the clear Caribbean water lapping at the shore. He popped his sunglasses on his nose and used his side vision to look at the intruder.

She had long, dark brown hair that fell along her shoulders. She pulled it into a pony tail to move it away from her face. He bronze skin was a light mocha color and was the perfect accent to the cool blue bikini she was wearing.

Kevin leaned back on his arms and stretched his back and shoulders as a way of hiding his stares. He watched as she liberally applied suntan lotion to her long, slender arms.

Then, she reached up and untied the bikini strap behind her neck and let the top fall. While she nonchalantly untied the lower strap and placed the top in her straw beach bag, Kevin's eye froze on her breasts.

She had smallish B-cup breasts with long, hard nipples jutting out from them. They were the longest, most perfect nipples he had ever seen. He wasn't sure how long he stared without moving (or breathing), but he was once again startled by her voice.

"If you can stop staring at my tits for a few minutes, could you put lotion on my back?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah. Oh, sorry. Sure," he stuttered, blushing.

Her back was also perfect. Firm ... muscular ... flawless skin. He also noticed a complete absence of tan lines. He warmed lotion between his palms before applying it, and he used only his finger tips to make sure he covered every part evenly. She sat up straight and pushed slightly against his touch. She had her eyes closed and her chin tiled up as his eyes followed the smooth slope of her amber skin to her dark pink nipples projecting from her chest.

As Kevin found himself drawing closer to her, he happened to glance down just before his erection plunged into her back. He stopped quickly and was trying to figure out how he was going to hide the circus tent now protruding from his navy blue trunks, when she suddenly stood up. 

She hooked her thumbs into her sleek bikini bottoms and began sliding them down her supple legs. "I don't want to get lotion all over them," she replied as if she was answering a question. She bent over to put them in her bag and gave Kevin a clear view of her faultless ass and hair-free pussy. She straightened up, stretched and waited for Kevin to continue with the lotion.

"Anytime," she said as Kevin was momentarily motionless. He got on his knees and began covering her lower back with lotion. He looked down and saw that the shadow from his cock looked like a sundial on the sand. 

When he reached the upper curve of her bronzed ass, he paused and looked up at her. "You know, butts get sunburned too," she stated. Without a word, Kevin worked his hand around her golden curves.

At this point, he had to wipe the flood of sweat away from his forehead with the back of his arm. Working his way down to the top of her thigh, he watched as a droplet of nectar ran down the inside of her thigh. He looked up at her and saw that she was still standing with he eyes closed. She continued to stand her those perfect legs spread as he worked steadily down her thighs. The smell of her musk blended with the lotion and the salt air to create a fog of delight for his nose. There was now so much liquid running down her thighs that he scooped it off her skin and sucked it off his fingers.

When he reached her ankles, she lay down on her back and asked him to get her feet. Kevin stared at her blossoming pussy while he massaged her with the oil. He took his time, rubbing the arch and kneading the pressure points of her delicate feet. She was clearly enjoying the massage as her breathing became deep and rhythmic.

He sat beside her hip and poured more oil into his hands. He then began working the oil into the cocoa skin of her belly and her breasts. Kevin worked all round her chest, rubbing and massaging her skin but avoiding those delicious nipples. He was saving them. After advancing on her neck and ear lobes, he bent down and took her right nipple in his mouth. She arched her back at the electricity strobing from her nipples. He then switched and sucked her elongated nipple deep within his lips and massaged it with his tongue.

"Oh, God," she moaned.

Now, he took some oil and rubbed it gently onto her long, thick nips. 

"Ahhh ... Ahhh," she continued to mutter.

When he, once again, took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked hard, she bucked, arched her back, and held her breath. He never eased the suction that nipple until she started relaxing.

As she lay back on the towel and panted, he put his hands under her ass cheeks and positioned her glistening pussy for his next assault. He wasted no time on gentle preliminaries and covered her plum with his mouth. He ran his tongue roughly up and down her dripping crevice and plunged his tongue deep within her silky cavern. As he moved his tongue in and out of her wire hot cunt, he swiped her stiff clit. He drew her clit into his hot moist mouth as he plunged two fingers into her sex. Almost instantly she arched her back again and screamed.

"Mother of God! Don't stop!"

Kevin deftly kept the pressure on her engorged hood but was careful to make it a delicate force. She bucked and pushed her sex harder into his mouth, and he held her slender hips to keep from losing contact.

"Fuck," she screamed as her body relaxed. He smiled as he looked down at her panting. While she recovered, he stood and ripped off his trunks. His cock head was dark purple and jutted out from his swollen cock. It jumped with the force of his heart pumped hot blood into its caverns. 

Kevin didn't ever remember being this hard or this big. He lowered himself to this sweaty goddess and rubbed his purple helmet against the silken juices of her quivering gash. She pulled her legs up toward her shoulders and grabbed for him to pull him into her. His purple steel penetrated her in a single stroke, and his balls slapped against the bottom of her steaming pussy.

There was nothing gentle about this assault. Kevin was like a wild animal. He pounded into her with a seething fervor. "Harder," she commanded, and Kevin complied.

He had no idea how he was lasting so long. Her rippling pussy walls grabbed and held him as he fought to pull out and plunge in again.

"Oh, fuck -- oh, fuck -- oh, fuck," she repeated as she lightly bit into his shoulder. He reached down and kissed her slender neck as he slammed into her velvet hole. "Don't stop," she cried between pants.

Then, Kevin could feel his cock thicken and his balls draw up and preparation. At that moment, he felt her arch her back and dig her nails into his back.

"Oh, my fuck-" and the words froze as she stiffened.

Kevin could hold out no more. He plunged as deeply as he could into her spasmming pussy and began unloading blast after blast of molten sperm into her. She could feel the explosions within her, and it pushed her raging orgasm even farther.

The torrent of cum pouring from Kevin's dick squirted from the sides of her cunt. Finally, his madness began to subside, and he slowly came to a halt. She continued to use her pussy muscles to hold him inside. He laid his head down on her soft chest.

"Damn that was great," she finally said.

"I don't even know what words to use," he replied, "But, great doesn't even begin to describe it. That was the most -- you are the sexiest, most amazing woman I've ever met. My name's Kevin, by the way."

"Alison," she responded, still recovering.

Kevin suddenly remembered where he was and looked around to see who was watching. The beach was still barren with other guests. Since it was clothing optional, the staff had obviously been instructed to remain discrete when extracurricular activities ensued. He couldn't believe they were alone.

He looked down at her just as she opened her eyes for the first time since he started applying lotion. They were big, brown and sat atop high cheekbones and a slim face. 

"Wow!"

"What?" she asked.

"You are stunning." He watched as her full, rose lips spread into a contented smile. "How long are you staying?"

"I'm here working to finish a novel, so I'll be here another three weeks. What about you?"

Kevin grinned widely and answered, "I'm an architect and am here to oversee the construction of a hotel on the far end of the island. I'll be here for awhile."

He looked down, "You know, I could really get used to waking up every morning to the sight and taste of those nipples. I have never seen anything that sexy."

"Hmmm ... how do I know you won't take advantage of me and try to get my spot?"

"Oh, I definitely plan on taking advantage of you, but I assure, when it comes to your spot, I will be a perfect gentleman."

"Perfect gentleman? Sounds boring."

"Well, Alison," said as he took the edge of a towel and gently wiped away the cum oozing from her pussy, "If you'll follow me back to my room, I promise not to be any kind of gentleman." He stood and reached for her hand.

As she stood, she reached down and gave his dick a playful squeeze. She felt it jump in her hand and begin to swell. "Well, it looks like we better get somewhere indoors before someone mistakes that thing for a palm tree."

He smiled and put his arm around her waist as they walked toward the hotel. This was definitely going to be the best assignment he ever had. 



The Intruder



Quietly sliding open the window, a figure climbs into Eves' bedroom and stand at her bedside watching Eve sleep. It is a warm night and she is covered only by a thin bed sheet. The intruder can see that Eve is naked under the sheet. Her bath robe is hanging on the back of the closed door to the hallway. Walking past the bed, the stranger pulls the belt from the robe and steps back towards the sleeping woman. 

Eve is lying on her back with her left arm resting across her body, just below her wonderful breasts. Eves' right arm is raised above her head, fingers wrapped around the ornate metal frame. The intruder gazes at the wonderful sight and smiles broadly

The intruder approaches the bed, but freezes on the spot as Eve stirs in her sleep.. Without waking, Eve slide her left arm upwards and cups her right breast. The smile on Eves' face tells the stranger that Eve is having a sexy dream and the vibrator on the bedside table hints that Eve had q pleasant time before going to sleep. Fashioning one end of the belt into a noose, the stranger gently raises Eves' right arm and slips the noose over her wrist, trailing the other end through the metal work. 

Eve instinctively lashes out with her left hand and the intruder wraps the other end of the belt around her arm and ties it firmly, but not too tight. Startled, Eve throws her body around and kicks her legs in a vain attempt to free Herself. Eve succeed only in uncovering her naked body. Before her eyes can adjust to the dark, a silk scarf is tied around her head, blindfolding her and her mouth is taped to prevent her from shouting for help.

Lying there, tied to the bed, naked Eve decides that it best for her to comply with her assailants wishes and resigns herself to the expectation of a night of rough treatment To her dismay and disbelief, Eve realises that the fear and anticipation, along with her lack of sight, serve to heighten her sense of touch and she finds herself getting aroused. 

Eve lies still, waiting for the inevitable assault on her exposed body, but nothing happens for what seems like an eternity. Eve listens intently, trying to picture in her mind what is going on. She can hear her attacker moving around, but cannot make out what he is doing..

The sounds move towards Eve and she feels the mystery person join her on the bed. Eve feel lips being pressed against her cheek and is surprised at their softness and the gentleness of the kisses. A warm hand envelopes Eves' right breast, kneading it gently before pinching her nipple hard enough to hurt. The intruder shifts slightly and begins to nibble gently on Eves' ear lobe, whilst increasing the pressure on her nipple.

Eve is suddenly aware that her pussy is now getting very wet and her other nipple is throbbing, not with pain but with lust. She tries to rub her thighs together to alleviate the longing in her soaking pussy.

Eventually her attacker breaks away from Eve and again there is a long pause before Eve feels the lightest of touches tracing a line down the side of Her neck and along her left shoulder. The touch is so soft that it cannot be a finger and Eve decides that it must be a feather. The trace continues from her shoulder down to her breast, along the inner slope and across the underside. Eve feel Her nipples stiffening even more as her breast is stroked so softly. The touches reach her hard nipple and linger there, brushing to and fro, tormenting Eve. A moan escapes her lips as the pleasure becomes too much for Eve to bear. Suddenly, the gentle stroking is replaced by a sharp pain, as teeth are clamped over her enlarged nipple. This sudden change of sensation is too much for Eve and she moans loudly as an orgasm tears through her body. As Eve writhes on the bed, the biting gets harder and more painful, but also a new pleasure is introduced as her attackers tongue begins to flick over her nipple, taking Eve to the brink of e second orgasm so soon after the first. 

But that second orgasm will have to wait. The biting teeth and flicking tongue are removed from her nipple and Eve is left waiting for the next onslaught. 

Eve don't have to wait long. She soon hears the unmistakable buzz of Her vibrator and, seconds later, feels the toy probing at the entrance to her pussy. For several minutes the love toy slides over her pussy lips, making Eve wetter and wetter before being dropped onto the bed, still buzzing away. Eve is disappointed to have been denied another orgasm and confused when, through the blindfold she sees a faint, orange glow. 

The vibrator is soon returned to her pussy and and is pounded in and out of her dripping love channel. As it slides in and out Eve feels a burning sensation running from below her breasts down to her pussy and Eve realises that the glow was a candle being lit. The burning is the molten wax being drizzled over her body. The pain is intense as the wax drips into her pussy, but is compensated by the pleasure from the vibrator. This time Eve is allowed the orgasm that she craves and she shudders with relief as her pussy floods, easing the burning pain. 

Almost before her pussy has finished convulsing, Eve feel a tongue probing her pussy. It heads straight to her clit and begins a relentless assault on her throbbing button. Eve pushes her hips into the bed, trying to reduce the pressure being applied to her sensitive organ, but the tongue continues its incessant flicking. Twice more her pussy floods as Eve is licked to shattering orgasms.

The attackers head pulls away from Eves' drenched pussy and hands grab her ankles and pull them towards eer shoulders, forcing her hips off the bed. Once again Eve finds a tongue lapping at her clit and she hears the buzz of the vibrator as it is turned on. The toy is pushed deep into her pussy, but only for a moment. Suddenly Eve feels it pressing against the tight bud of her rear entrance. Knowing just how big the toy is, Eve tenses her body to prevent it entering. Despite her efforts, the toy is forced deep into her butt. In and out it slides, causing Eve to wince in pain, but still the expert tongue plays with her pussy, probing deep at times and then gently flicking over her love bud. The treatment continues for almost 30 minutes, making Eve cum again and again, her body writhing almost uncontrollably. Her blindfold begins to slip as her head rolls from side to side, but not enough for Eve to be able to see Her attacker.

Eventually, the tongue and vibrator stop their assault and her legs are allowed to fall onto the bed. Eve breathes deeply, hoping that the attack is finally over and, yet ,perversly wishing that it would continue.

Moments later her legs are once again pushed up towards her shoulders.. This time Eve feel shoulders pressing against the backs of her knees and a rock hard cock probing at her dripping pussy. Slowly it pushes into her love tube, going deeper and deeper, until Eve feels fine hairs tickling her shaven mound. In and out the monster cock glides, slowly and gently at first but getting faster and rougher as her pussy adjusts to its size. Eve gasps as one foot and the other is tucked into the belt that binds Her hands, breaking her almost in half. The shift in position tightens her pussy and increases the pressure being exerted by the huge cock. 

The position of her feet also frees her attackers hands and Eve lets out a muffled squeal as one of those hands slaps her hard on the butt. Again and again the hand strikes in time with the pounding of the cock in her pussy. The other hand reaches up to her breast and her nipple is, once again, trapped between thumb and forefinger. Her nipple is squeezed and twisted, nails digging into the sensitive flesh. 

Squeezing, twisting, slapping and fucking. The combination of sensations is too much for Eve to bear and she lets out a long, loud moan as the biggest orgasm Eve have her known courses through Her body.

As Eve cums, she throws her head from side to side again. Eventually the blindfold slips above her eyes and Eve is able to see her attacker for the first time.

Peering down between her legs, Eve see that the guy with the monster cock that is still pounding away at her now dripping pussy is..........................................

.............. a gorgeous, slim Asian girl wearing a huge strap-on dildo. Shocked and momentarily confused, Eve try to make sense of the situation.

How could such a slim girl be so strong as to tie Eve up? How could sex with another Woman be so rough and yet so pleasurable

Realizing that Eve can see her, the girl smiles at Eve and pulls the dildo from her pussy. 

For the first time since the assault began, the attackers speaks.

"Hello, Eve. I have wanted you for so long, but knew you were straight and I couldn't bear to live a moment longer without fucking you. I hope you will forgive me."

To be continued



The Intruder



Your key turns in the lock and I hear you softly sigh once the door shuts firmly behind you. I watch you from the shadows, you don't see me, and you're oblivious to my presence. The darkness does not scare you for you're content to refrain from switching on the hallway light. Instead you kick off your shoes, freeing your slender tanned feet.

I study you, holding my breath in case you should hear me hiding there in the darkness of your apartment. I am an intruder in your peaceful sanctum. I am violating your safe haven. I feel no remorse.

You shed your tailored jacket, indulging in a languid stretch. Your silk blouse becomes partially untucked from the waistband of your skirt and I'm fascinated by the sliver of creamy mid-drift I catch a glimpse of. I swallow hard, instantly aroused but more so because I am stealing these private moments.

You pad barefoot down the hall, moving ever closer to where I am concealed, caped and covered in the shroud of night. You still don't know that I am here, lying in wait... Until it's too late of course. I seize my chance when you are less than a foot from me. My arm shoots out towards you. My hand finds its target, locks on and clamps down onto your pretty mouth. You literally jump out of your skin as I grasp you firmly. My palm muffles your terrified cries. Survival instinct comes into play instantaneously. You put up an impressive fight, you are stronger than your slim frame would suggest. I have to assert some force to bring you under control, to restrain your raging limbs. I roughly pull your arms behind your back, my other hand just managing to suppress your protesting lips. I press my mouth against your ear and talk to you in a soft low voice. It's a voice you do not recognise and a fresh wave of panic descends on you.

"Stop struggling and you'll make this a lot easier on yourself." I growl. Feisty as you are, you put up resistance. I merely yank your arms harder behind your back making you whimper in discomfort. I mean you no harm but you are not to know this and so you lash out with your legs instead.

"Have it your own way..." I warn you, taking a heavy-duty tie-grip from my pocket to bind your wrists together with. I know its grip will be tight; the plastic will be cutting into your skin. However it has the desired effect and subdues you a fraction, for a moment at least. You try to speak; I feel your mouth moving under my grip.

"I'll remove my hand but if you scream, you'll wish to God you hadn't...Do we have a deal?" My voice is a low rasp, it sounds eerily alien to even myself.

You nod vigorously in agreement but to make certain I jerk your arms back again anyway to show you I mean business.

You gasp and gulp down air when I take away my hand, I hear you crying quietly in fear. I sense your whole body shaking and it gives me a surge of excitement. You are at my mercy, I am in control, I hold ultimate power.

"Ple..plea...please don't hurt me!... What do you want? I'll give you whatever you want just please, please don't hurt me."

Your cries play on my emotions for a split second. I soon snap out of it just as quickly as cold ruthless command resumes.

"Do exactly as I say and maybe I'll go easy on you... "I sneer at you, offering nothing in the way of comfort.

"I have money, is that what you need? I can sort it... "Your voice stammers and pleads in desperation.

"Just shut your mouth and do exactly as I tell you, bitch." I reply cruelly, feeling another jolt of arousal shoot through me.

You seem to get the message loud and clear. You try your best to stifle your sobs, biting down on your bottom lip. Nothing disguises the way in which you tremble. I push you down the corridor towards the master bedroom, forcing you forward to what you must surely believe is your doom. It's even darker in here which works in my favour and alarms you further still.

"Please! Oh please, I'm begging you..." Your whispered pleas make the blood flow straight to my cock. I'm stiff in seconds.

"Get over there." I order you. "Now, bend over the end of the bed, face down. I said bend over!..." I do not raise my voice to you. It is far more sinister speaking quietly instead.

You hesitate so I give you a helping hand by shoving you forward. You fall face first down onto the mattress. Another cry escapes you.

"What do you want from me?"

"You shall find out soon enough." I laugh softly. It dawns on you what it is I have in store.

"Oh God! Please! No...." You begin sobbing violently.

"Sssh..." I soothe. "Don't fight me. It will hurt if you struggle."

I take the liberty of stroking your hair with my leather gloved hand as though you are a child seeking comfort.

Then I do a much less sentimental thing. I roughly hike up your skirt, up and around your hips to reveal your long stocking clad thighs. I feel the fine silk lingerie you're wearing, savouring it's quality before tearing them off you, not in the least bit concerned if my actions hurt you or not. My interest lies between those creamy smooth thighs. I am impatient for that which I set out to get from you.

"Open your legs. Do it now." I order you. 

By now your crying is soft; you seem to have resigned to your fate. Once again I offer you a helping hand by roughly parting your legs. Even in the darkness I know just how good your pussy looks. I have explored it so many times before, gorging on it's sweet nectar, made love to it for hours...

For you this situation is completely different. You believe I am a stranger, a dangerous intruder who at any moment is set to defile you. Your face is buried in the expensive bed linen, maybe through shame, perhaps fear, probably both. I pay no heed instead I begin twisting my fingers in and out of your slit forcefully, a wry smile playing at my lips as I do so.

"Well, well, well. You seem to be getting wet for me." I remark in the same ice cold voice. I see you try and shake your head but I am not interested in your denials or objection. By now I have my own most basic and primitive needs that must be attended to.

Without hesitation I pull my solid weapon free. I note that my underwear is more than a little wet from my pre-cum. I clutch my cock for a second feeling it twitch at the prospect of being forced deep inside your hole. No build up or foreplay tonight. I am just going to give you a hard, fast fucking, one that will result in my balls exploding cum all over your lovely taut arse. Pressing my helmet into you, I continue with the theme of surprise. I spear you with my entire length, right up to it's hilt. I have to force myself not to moan out loud in sheer pleasure for you have such a perfectly tight fitting slit, enhanced this evening by your cunt muscles fighting to restrict my entry.

Still I forge onwards, no obstacle I cannot overcome. Tonight I am not concerned with controlling myself. I am not worried about holding back my cum and it feels liberating. Tonight I am here solely to fuck your pussy into oblivion, until you are sore and until I release my seed upon you.

You take me by surprise. I feel you relaxing your sex muscles somewhat. You take me back even more as you begin to grind your arse back into me. Your pussy starts to push back onto my invading shaft as I fuck you. I dig my fingers into the flesh of your thighs to keep my balance. I pull on your hair, hard, lifting your head off the bed momentarily.

If I didn't know any better I'd believe your actions are those of a woman highly aroused. A woman wet by my intrusive fucking.

I pick up speed and force as I pummel your cunt. I know that you are stretched as wide as you can stand. I push your boundaries further still and insert my fingers past that tight ring of yours, invading your tight and confined arsehole. I stretch and fill you beyond your limits. I marvel at the way in which I can feel my cock rubbing against the thin membrane that separates it from my fingers....

I cannot hold out much longer, your cries are not helping either. My cum is boiling and bubbling in my balls, surging it's way upwards to my cock end. I pull my jerking wet prick swiftly from your pulsing cunt. Only now do I let go, allowing my creamy jism erupt from me in endless spurts. It lands in long wet strands on your arse, pooling between your crack and down over your tender folds. I hear you crying, sobbing softly, almost inaudibly. But despite your shame and self-loathing I know you enjoyed the hard fuck I just subjected you to my darling.

I stand upright without a word. I put my cock away and fasten my trousers before retrieving a blade from my pocket. I cut through the plastic tie-grip around your wrists, releasing you. You remain face down on the bed, shuddering, panting, crying.

I turn and leave without uttering another word. Mission accomplished. This was never about me, not a product born in my imagination. That you must understand. For maybe you have forgotten? Perhaps it slipped from your mind? 

Take a moment and cast your memory back... We got a little drunk together. You disclosed one of your most dark secret sexual fantasies to me. You never believed for one moment that I would help you realise that same fantasy for real one day...

It will not take you long to figure it all out. You are a very clever girl, darling. Besides, once you have composed yourself and found the strength to get off the bed and turn on the lights you'll see. You will notice the huge bouquet of roses I have lovingly arranged upon your dressing table. Then you will understand. Then you will know. It was all for you.



The Intruder



Thump!

There, she heard it again. She was sure this time. Something had awaken her and now she knew it was a noise coming from inside the house. She listened intently for another sound, but heard nothing.

She was alone in the big house, while her husband traveled on business. Normally, being alone was not a problem as she had grown accustomed to sleeping by herself in the king size bed with the comfortable pillow top. This time when he left she felt as if something were wrong between them, something was missing or temporarily broken that needed to be fixed. She wished he were here in bed with her cuddled up tight after some good sex. 

Sex always fixed everything, whether it was slow easy sex, kinky sex or sex with others involved. They both enjoyed sharing each other and often included extra players in the bedroom.

Tonight, though, she was alone, and was certain that she had heard something. Had she locked the doors and set the alarm? She retraced her steps through the house as she had made her way to the bedroom earlier. She had set her glass and snack dish in the sink after rinsing them both off, had turned off the kitchen light, then checked the French doors that led to the swimming pool. She had giggled the front door knob and flipped the latch on the deadbolt before punching in the 'secret' four digit alarm code.

Some secret. With all of the remodeling work having been completed lately, it seemed like every other worker had the code so they could gain entry when she and her husband were at work.

She decided he only way to be certain everything was okay was to get out of bed and go check. She had a .22 pistol in the nightstand she could take with her for protection, but she dismissed the idea as overreaction. She slid the covers back and swung her long legs over the side of the bed. She sat upright and stood, tilting her hear to listen and see if her movement would result in movement in another part of the house. She heard nothing at all except for the ticking of the old style clock in the hallway. 

Dressed only in her black baby doll lingerie she tiptoed to the bedroom door and snuck a peek out into the hallway. She saw nothing and ventured down the hallway towards the living room moving as quietly as she could. She was sure that if there was someone in the house, they would hear her heart beating against her chest. She took a couple of slow, deep breaths and stepped into the living room. She would have to walk across the room to the foyer to check the door and the alarm keypad.

Quickly she glanced around the large room, peering into the kitchen and dining room areas for signs of an intruder, but saw nothing had been moved from its earlier location. She walked towards the front door with more confidence, checked the lights on the alarm pad and reassured herself that the alarm was armed. Even so, she checked the front door locks and then, breathing a sigh of relief, rested her head against the door. She felt silly having worried about someone gaining entry. The door felt cool against her head so she rolled her forehead from side to side taking a little pleasure from the cool surface.

Suddenly, she saw movement from the corner of her eye but before she could react he was on her. His left hand covered her mouth smothering her scream while his right hand brought a knife up to her throat. She could feel the cold, sharp edge against her throat and stopped struggling. 

Through gritted teeth his hot breath rolling over her neck said, " Just do as I say and you won't be hurt. Understand?"

She nodded her head quickly, and he slowly loosened up his grip on her mouth, but keeping the knife pressed against her delicate throat.

"Don't hurt me, please. I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt me," she pleaded. She wasn't really afraid of being hurt so much as she feared he would kill her when he was through with whatever he had planned.

"Good. Do as I say and you'll survive tonight," still through gritted teeth, just farther away from her neck. 

She felt the knife move against the skin of her neck and she breathed a small sign of relief. Then she felt the back side of the knife on her right shoulder, just as she felt the material of her baby doll top sliding up. She realized all too quickly he was cutting the spaghetti strap of her top. The strap cut easily under the pressure of the sharp blade. He used his crotch to hold her in place while he shifted his position to cut the left strap. The blade cut the thin material as it slid under the strap. The top did not fall free as he had expected, and looking over her shoulder realized that the top was held in place by her breasts.

He stepped away from her enough to give room between the door and the woman. He then reached around her and grabbed the thin material between her breasts and snatched the top down. She let out a little whimper as he did this and raised her arms to cover herself.

"Don't" was all he said and she instinctively dropped her arms back to her sides knowing his desire. He leaned back and slid the blade down the crack of her ass slowly turning the sharp edge towards the right side of the elastic band of her panties. With a smooth, almost practiced move he cut the elastic band and moved the instrument to the left side. He repeated the action and unlike the top, the panties fell to the ground.

She was completely naked now and she moved closer to the door to hide from his view. He reached around her and grabbed her breast. As he did he found the nipple ring and tugged on it evoking a little shriek for the woman. He continued to roughly abuse the breast, continuing to tug on the nipple piercing. Then, he moved his hand down her stomach, causing her to quickly inhale as she realized his new area of interest. His hand slid down between her legs, to her freshly shaved area, groping for a hidden treasure. His fingers found the entrance and worked their way inside. She shivered as his touch softened and a wave of terror combined with excitement swept over her. She was afraid she would come if he continued, but he moved his hand away from her.

Again, she sensed movement near her head and quickly understood that he was blindfolding her with a bright red bandana. After carefully covering her eyes his hand slid down her left arm, pulling it behind her. She felt the handcuff snap shut just as she heard the clattering sound. Before she could resist and move her right arm he had grabbed it in anticipation of her feeble attempt. Both hands were secured behind her and now he led he backwards through the house.

She almost stumbled as he drug her towards the bedroom. She was all too aware of what was he planning to do to her. He stopped pulling her, then spun her around to face him.

"You're going to suck my dick, suck it good, and then swallow. Understand?"

"Yes," she said softly nodding her head. 

She heard the man undo his zipper and freeing his cock. He reached around her to unlock one side of the handcuffs. He grabbed the back of her head, sending her to her knees forcing his tool into her mouth, gagging her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her head back and forth on his cock. After a minute of two of this he released his grip on her hair. She reached up with her left hand and began playing with his balls as she used her right hand to stroke his cock as she continued to bob her head along the length of his cock.

He took a full five minutes before she felt him building towards climax. Just as she felt him begin to tremble she slid his cock free and pumped him until he exploded. His cum poured out onto her breasts in gobs and rolled down the smooth curve. One stream ran to her nipple where it pooled up before dripping onto the floor.

Finishing his ejaculation, he struck her with an open palm.

"Didn't I tell you to take me and swallow? Didn't I?"

She was rubbing her cheek, tears filling her eyes as she nodded her head. 

"You'll pay for that," he said sadistically as he roughly grabbed her and pulled her to her feet, quickly relocking the free arm into the dangling cuff. "Move," he commanded as he shoved her towards the bedroom.

At the foot of the bed he pushed her face first onto the bed smearing the sperm off of her breasts onto the bedcovers. He slapped her ass hard and she jumped emitting a squeal. He pushed her down with one hand while he began to tear at her pussy, thrusting three fingers deep inside her. She was trapped at the edge of the bed, her knees not reaching the floor because of the pillow top mattress, while her womanhood was fully exposed to the intruder.

She moaned loudly in protest to his rough handling and squirmed to resist his actions. He slapped her ass hard again catching the crack in the center, his finger tips hurting her abused pussy. He thrust his cock into her using her handcuffed arms as a bridle to control her. He worked his cock in and out of her as she groaned and cried her protest.

"Stop. You're hurting me. Stop," she cried out as the pain washed over her. He ignored her pleas and continued to pound her into the bed. Her own excitement was building inside her.

He held onto her arms with one hand while he lifted her by her hips forcing her face down onto the bed, muffling her cries. After what seemed like an hour he exploded inside of her filling her with his seed sending her over the edge of her own orgasm. He collapsed on top of her pinning her in place. Both lay still breathing hard, sweat covering both their bodies.

After a brief rest he threw violently up onto the bed. He walked around to her side of the bed and pulled her roughly up onto the pillows. He rolled her over on her stomach to expose the handcuffs, and released her from captivity. He bent down and began kissing the nape of her neck while his hand gently stroked her body.

"Well, how did you like that role-playing?"



The Intruder



"Is your husband working graveyards again Carly?" Serina asked tipping her head towards the front door of the corner pub. Carly nodded her confirmation and straightened the umbrella in front of her to by-pass the flexing wind. It had been a long day. Thanks to her assistant, Serina, she was only half-mad with exhaustion. As it stood, she still had six more clients who needed their drawings readied by Friday. Her work as an interior design architect was fulfilling; but the stress of success was getting to her. It wouldn't be long and she would need to take on a partner.

"Yes, but I'm in no mood for happy hour," she replied, "even if it is Friday." She hadn't seen her husband Cory in six days. As a surgical intern, he was rarely around and when he was, he slept the sleep of the dead. She couldn't remember the last time they had just had dinner. Good thing he only had five months left, she wasn't sure she remembered what he looked like. Let alone tasted like.

After the cab finally let Serina off at her condo; Carly breathed a sigh of relief. Cory would be home just after midnight and she had a little time to bathe and relax before then.

"That'll be $38.56 mam," said the driver.

"Here you go Max, keep the change," she replied and handed him a fifty dollar bill.

"I haven't seen one of these in years," he replied smiling. "When did you say your car will be fixed?"

"On Tuesday, they said," she replied as she grabbed her computer bag, purse and three drawing tubes all while trying to balance her umbrella with her right hand.

"Want me to get out and help you?" he half asked her eyeing the worsening storm.

"Na -- I've got it," she replied, "no need for you to get drenched too. Thank god for the porch. They had just finished construction of the ranch style home not a month before and the large covered porch had been god send. She let loose of the drawing tubes on the bench outside the front door and fumbled in her handbag for the keys. The porch light flickered on and the off again. There must be a short. I'll have to have Jared take a look at that.

At nearly half passed eight o'clock; it was growing dark outside, but there was still barely enough light pouring off of the street lamp that she could make out the shimmer of her house keys in the side pocket of her bag. I should have gone with the keypad entry. She knew her husband was right about that. Digging for keys was her new hobby and it was growing tiresome.

"Fuck me running!" she shouted out loud, over the angry growl of thunder and flash of lightening. She threw her purse down on the concrete porch and dug her nails into her hips in rage. A thunder clap startled her and she began to shake. "I can't fucking believe this!" she mumbled under her breath.

The thunder had disguised the footsteps inching up behind her. She instantly felt the breath on the back of her neck and felt the arms encompass her. Panic rose in her stomach and she tensed. She searched her mind for a remedy, but found none. There was no weapon to be had, nothing to defend herself with, save the house keys still stuck in the door lock. The alarm system had been installed but not armed yet. Her husband would be so mad at her.

"Don't scream and I won't hurt you," he said, obviously disguising his voice. She sized him up as best she could from what she felt at her back. He inched his arm around her neck and over her collar bone and breast area and pulled her tighter. He was tall, probably six feet three or so; he was muscular and was wearing work boots, jeans, a black jacket and a black ski mask.

"Open the door," he commanded sending chills of terror down her spine. She fumbled with the keys as if to stall.

"My key isn't working, that's why I couldn't get in" she replied.

"Try it again," he said sending the aroma of peppermint into the air. Hot breath whispered into her ear, "Let me have those keys."

She attempted to turn around, to run, to do anything, to struggle against what she knew was happening but found herself paralyzed instead. Her hands were shaking now, violently and she could barely stand up.

"I said I wouldn't hurt you," he grunted and grabbed the keys from her hand. Somehow he managed to find the right one and pushed the door open, keys still intact in the lock. He motioned for her to walk through the threshold. When she attempted to turn on a light, he squeezed her arm and said, "Don't."

"Take me to your room", he commanded calmly.

"My husband will be home soon and my dog will make a lot of noise," she ventured sheepishly as he walked her down the hallway towards her room.

"Your husband won't be home for hours and your chihuahua is in the backyard hiding in his house. I doubt he will cause me any problems or be heard over this thunder." Terror constricted her lungs. He's been watching me.

"What do you intend to do with me?"

"What would you like me to do with you?" he asked running his hand down the length of her arm and lavishing her neck with bites and licks. Warmth pooled between her legs as her body betrayed her and she instinctively clenched them together. A thunder clap raced her back to reality and the lights flickered. No doubt they would go out and she conspired in her head any chance she may have to break away and run.

He kicked her bedroom door open and flung them both inside. Immediately her eyes caught sight of her bed and she cringed and began shaking again. "Please, please," she begged, "my family has money. I can get you whatever you want."

"I don't want your money," he said sarcastically and threw her atop her bed. She rolled to face him and sat up on the edge of the bed as the lights flickered out. Darkness enveloped her and she struggled to adjust her eyes. All she could hear was the pounding of her heart and breathing; and -- a zipper being undone.

"I have a gun," she stated to the silent room, her voice shaking. Tears began to well up in her eyes and were soon replaced with a rage she had never known.

"As do I," he chuckled pressing his erection into her chest and grabbing her about the shoulders.

She began to cry audibly and her shoulders shook.

"Stop it. I told you I wouldn't hurt you," he whispered into the dark and disappeared momentarily.

Calm yourself. You have to make it out of this alive. Remember everything about him. He is tall, he is muscular, he is white it sounds like. He is circumcised from the feel of his cock and he has large hands.

Candlelight interrupted the darkness and illuminated the room. He is certainly prepared. He walked towards her and sat down beside her on the bed grabbing her left hand and kissing its palm. Thank the heavens, he smelled good, and wasn't some wretched half-drunk ape intent on slobbering all over her. If it had to happen, this had to be better than the alternative.

"Please don't do this," she begged out loud.

"Why not?" he asked her matter-of-factly.

Why not, what kind of question is that?

"I am a married woman. My husband and I are trying to have a baby. I need to be -- uh -- uh -- healthy. I am taking fertility medicines -- please don't do this to me," she cried through broken words and collapsed into her hands sobbing.

"I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to," he answered.

"I don't want you to be here," she said.

"I think you do," he responded.

Conceited much?

He continued trailing kisses on her hand and his lips began to travel up her arm and over her shoulder to the nape of her neck. She melted under his touch and relaxed, then guilt ate at her pride and she tensed and sat straight up.

"I am married. You can't do this -- please," she begged.

"Your husband is never here," he continued running his large hands gently through her hair and down her spine. "Tell me you want me to stop, and I will."

Her stomach clenched, flipped and refused to settle. Her chest rose with every strained breath and his mouth met hers, unexpectedly. The sweet taste of peppermint and male caressed her tongue and she bathed in it. What am I doing?

It had been too long. That was it. It had been so long since she had had anyone lavish attention on her that she was incapable of refusing. Oh my lord, he is such a good kisser. Gentle. Slow. Passionate. And so very - large!

Large?!?

She was almost incoherent of the fact that she stroked his cock with her right hand. Almost. Almost - until she felt the timpani like pulsing in her palm. Sweet velvety skin on skin. When she had lazily grazed the top of his imposing erection she felt a pearl of pre-cum dripping down the head. A pool of moisture settled between her thighs and she sighed contentedly.

"Don't stop," he begged when she hesitated. "That feels -- so -- incredible," he whispered into her mouth between kisses. He suckled her tongue and bit her bottom lip when she squeezed his member tight; lowering his hand from her shoulder to pinch the tip of her pert nipple.

"You like this," he moaned and continued stroking her breast lowering his hand underneath the opening in her blouse and under her bra. She nodded. I don't' want to. This is wrong. I am not that kind of woman.

He signaled to remove her blouse and asked, "May I?" She moaned and sighed again.

In an instant his mouth was pressed tightly against the pink flesh of her nipple. Sucking, licking, caressing and swirling circles around it with his tongue. She arched her back and loosened her grip on his erect member. He pushed her forward on the bed and lay her down as he straddled her waist. Her hair fell against the pillow and she blushed, a guilty-pleasure kind of blush that she was glad he couldn't see. Although -- she could feel it rise in her face and then it traveled down her chest to her navel and further below even until it stopped at her wet pussy.

So wet - I'm dripping.

A familiar ache burned between her legs as sweat and moisture dripped down her backside. He had made his way from her breasts to her belly now; and playfully impaled the tip of his tongue in her navel sending shockwaves of pleasure through her like the lightening that continued to flash outside her window. His hands traveled up her bare legs and underneath her skirt until they found her inner thighs. She groaned and clenched them together as if in protest.

"Tell me to stop," he said out loud. "Tell me you don't want this."

Oh God! I can't. This feels so good.

She whimpered and twisted under his attention, writhing in agony on the bed, begging for more. He tugged lightly on the strap of her thong and pulled it gently down inch by inch until it laid spread across and between her knees. His hand found her flesh and tenderly stroked her wetness creating a friction that demanded release. She arched her back again, half in protest, half in command and she moaned a long audible sigh which left no question as to her need.

She could feel him moving atop her. He trailed a line with his erection up over her leg, passed her knees, between her thighs towards her center. He was hot. So hot. His skin nearly ignited her as he grew closer to her. His mouth found her neck and gently bit at her swirling his tongue in a tortuous frenzy, as he grasped the back of her neck with his left hand.

"Look at me," he demanded. She squinched her eyes and shook her head in rebellion and turned to the side. I cannot - what am I doing?

"Look at me," he whispered again in her ear, bathing it with his tongue. She turned and faced him, peppermint still on his breath. Dark brown eyes the color of rich chocolate gazed into hers and his lips met her mouth once again. She responded, uninhibitedly and plundered his mouth as well. She was so aroused she was sure she had soaked the bed.

"You are so beautiful," he moaned into her mouth grinding his erection against her mound. She could feel his balls strain, tighten and lift against her and his cock pulsed as if it would burst against her clit. She gasped as reality broke fantasy and grew rigid beneath him.

"No," he demanded. "Stay with me," he begged, continuing to grind his arousal against her sending sparks of electricity through her center. "Tell me you want this" he pleaded.

"I cannot," she whimpered, tears of longing welling in her eyes. "I love my husband."

"The man who is never here?" he replied.

"He is here when I really need him," she sobbed.

He bit her nipple and buried his face between her breasts before inching his erection between her legs; nudging the opening of her womanhood gently. He shook now, his whole body - his knees bent on either side of her, balancing on the soft mattress. He surrounded her completely. A hand on either side of her head buried in her hair; knees on either side of her hips and his mouth bathed her neck.

"Please," she ventured her voice cracking.

"Please what?" he asked a smile now stretching his mask.

"Don't -- please -- stop -- don't," she groaned as he continued his assault on her clit before bringing his cock back down to her opening.

"Tell me what you want," he instructed stoically.

"I can't, please don't make me do this," she begged.

He ran his right hand between her wet thighs and trailed her moisture back up over her stomach, then her breasts until he reached her mouth. "Your body says yes," he said in between kisses plunging his fingers into her mouth. Her tongue met his again and gently stroked it until reason overtook her and she bit him hard. He flinched, tightening his grip on her hands.

"Please -- don't hurt me," she cried and he loosened his hold on her as she turned her face to the side in humiliation.

"What do you want?" he asked. "Tell me. You cannot tell me your body isn't ready for this."

"I don't want -- this. Not like this."

"What do you mean you don't want this?" he whispered into her ear.

"With you -- I don't want this with you."

"Your body says otherwise."

"Who do you want this with?"

"My husband; I only want this with my husband."

"I don't believe you," he replied as he inched the tip of his cock inside her. She gasped and clenched her legs together as tightly as she could. Her refusal was not as strong as her arousal. A trickle of moisture ran from her center down his erection and rested on his engorged balls. Her clenched legs only managed to heighten the sensation in her clit and she moaned in defeat.

"Tell me no, now," he grinned. Her rigidity lessened and she grasped the hands that held her down intertwining her fingers with his. There was something terribly familiar about what was happening; that smile, those perfect white teeth and captivating brown eyes, and that voice that he no longer attempted to disguise. I'll get to the bottom of this.

He lowered his right hand from hers to grasp her nipple between his fingers. She saw her chance and took it just as he thrust his thick member deep into her core. He groaned and bit her neck and she pawed at the mask he wore, ripping it from his face. He turned his head in shock and lowered it against her breast.

"Look at me," she demanded slyly with interrupted breath as he continued to thrust gently inside her, moving his hips back and forth. She could feel him smile against her neck, increasing his pace inside her. Her nails met the flesh on his shoulder and dug roughly into him. Nothing. He refused to respond.

"Look at me," she demanded again, clenching her legs together making it harder for him to move. "Now," she commanded, refusing to let him move inside her.

His lips plundered hers so swiftly she forgot what she was doing. An urgent, demanding kiss that he assumed would quiet her for now. He was wrong. She managed to free her other hand from beside her head and forced her intruder to face her. With one hand on each side of his brawny face, Carly stared straight into the eyes of her husband Cory. A grin erupted and his eyes twinkled, flashing a knowing satisfaction about her.

"Is this what you wanted love?" he asked with a thick Scottish accent.

"Aye -- it is," she replied overpowering him and taking the top position. "But..."

"But what?" he asked still smiling.

"But -- it's the last time I'll ever share my fantasies with you."

"Oh -- somehow I doubt that," he replied as she fastened his hands to the leather straps positioned on either side of the bed post.

END



The Intruder



He sat and watched her in the dark, the enclosed confines of his car muffling all sound so that it was as if he was completely alone in a world where only one other person existed. 

Her. The woman in the house.

It was his favorite time of the day, observing her as she bustled around the kitchen with her children. The three children were beautiful, and no doubt would grow up to be as attractive as their mother, but right now his focus wasn't on them, it was on the woman.

She was leaning over a bubbling pot, stirring the contents as she listened to the three-year-old boy. Her soft hair fell over her cheek and she automatically tucked it behind her ear, her movements graceful. He wished he could bring her hair to his face and inhale the scent. Apples. That's what her hair would smell like. He had been in her house. That was the shampoo he knew she used. And her favorite eau-de-toilette was green tea. The delicate scent had teased his nostrils when he had inhaled it from the bottle, making him close his eyes and imagine her spritzing little bursts under her ears, the pulse point in her throat and the tender skin on the inside of her wrists.

Even as his eyes tracked her movements while she put the youngest child, a daughter, in her high chair, he was thinking of how her soft skin would feel against his hands. Tonight was the night. He had looked on as she had loaded the children's luggage into the friend's car earlier, ready for a weekend away. When he had been in her room before, he had flipped through her organizer and had checked her appointments for the coming month. It was her and husband's anniversary on the weekend, and he knew she wasn't expecting him home for some time yet. For as long as he had been watching her, he had never seen her husband home before nine, unless it was one of the children's birthday. Which is why tonight was going to be the night.

The night when he would finally make her his.

He watched as she laughed at something the elder boy said, the love and laughter lighting up her face obvious even from this distance. He wondered if tonight would change her, make her different. He hoped so. He wanted to put his mark on her. A private and indelible sign of ownership that no one else would be able to see, but that she would always feel in her heart, her mind, her very soul.

While the woman ate dinner with her children and the friend that had now emerged from another part of the house, he checked the supplies which he had brought with him. It was all there. But then he was nothing if not meticulous. Which was why he was so good at what he did. Always prepared for every contingency, tonight was no exception. It was going to be a challenge, one he had looked forward to for a long time now. She wasn't working for the feds any more, but she had been pushing herself to get fit after the last child and he had seen the determined look on her face as she took herself off to the gym in the last few months. He did not underestimate the strength of her will or her focus. 

It had been interesting though, seeing her submit to her husband when he had backed her into the kitchen counter, his hands groping her while he kissed her neck. She had laughed, standing quiescent and letting him do what he wanted to her for a few minutes before their eldest son wandered in and broke them apart, the grimace on his small face making them both laugh. But the man knew that what he had witnessed was not real submission, not even anything near it. After tonight she will know what that word meant. And he was going to be her teacher. 

While the five of them were occupied with their dinner, he got out of his car, looking around to make sure that no one had spotted him before walking quickly around the side of the house. At the back door, he took the spare door key he had taken from the last time he had been in the house. Letting himself in quietly, he closed the door and paused. Hearing nothing, he walked through the laundry room and down the corridor, before taking the steps upstairs, grateful that they were carpeted so he didn't have to worry about muffling his footsteps. 

He knew the layout of the house so he headed directly to the master bedroom and pulled the curtains closed. As it was already dark, he knew she won't notice the closed drapes when she came up to the room later. The room was dimly illuminated from the light over the staircase and he set his bag down on the bedspread, taking out the items he needed. He put the bag behind the night stand, then got into the closet, leaving it open a crack before settling in to wait.

It didn't take long. A few minutes after he heard the front door shut after the loud exchange of goodbyes, he heard her walk up the stairs. The lamp in the room turned on and he stood still, bracing himself in case she opened the closet. But she didn't. Instead she walked over to the dresser which was within his line of sight and pulled something red out of the second drawer. Then, turning towards the full length mirror, he watched as she held the short red baby doll camisole over herself. "Well, if he says he's too tired to have sex tonight and you're wearing this, he's going to wish he didn't keep his gun in the night stand."

The man in the closet felt his heart rate increase as the woman in the room started to undress. Each inch of smooth white skin she revealed made blood flow into his cock, swelling it until it was painfully hard even before she was completely naked. He only managed to get a glimpse of her front before she walked past him into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. When he heard the shower switch on, he closed his eyes, imagining that he was in there with her, lathering her wet, naked body with his hands and worshipping her perfect breasts with his hungry mouth. After that he would slam her up against the wall and take her violently from behind until she screamed his name in surrender. The shower turned off, interrupting his fantasy and he tensed, readying himself for the attack.

She walked out of the bathroom and stopped next to the bed. It was his cue.

Pushing the closet door smoothly open, it took him only three strides and then he was behind her. He shoved her down onto the bed, hearing her muffled scream as her face landed in the bedspread. The intruder held her down, straddling her hips as her legs kicked frantically and her arms swung wildly to try and free herself. But she was in an awkward position and he was too strong. And he was prepared. He took the handcuffs from his waistband and threw them next to her head, then took out the next object.

It was time to get down to business.

***

The woman struggled hard, trying to twist so that she could get onto her back and throw off her attacker. His hand that was on the middle of her back pushed her hard into the mattress, so hard that she could barely breathe, even with her head turned to one side. No matter how hard she kicked, she couldn't reach any part of him. Fear and panic overwhelmed her and she drew in a breath ready to scream her lungs out when she felt something cold and metallic rest against the skin of her temple.

It was a gun.

"Stop struggling and I won't hurt you." His voice was low and raspy, unrecognisable. The threat in his tone was not.

Yeah right. She had been in the bureau far too long to believe that line. Still, she stopped moving, her heart beating furiously in her chest. There was no need to antagonise him. She just had to do as he asked and bide her time. An opportunity to escape would come, sooner or later. But the next thing he said chilled her to the bone.

"Do everything I say and your children will be safe."

"Wh..what do you mean?" The metallic taste of fear filled her mouth.

She felt him shift and then his mouth was next to her ear, and the gun. "If you don't do what I ask, I will make you call your friend and tell her to bring the children home. And you don't want that, do you?"

She shook her head quickly. "No. Don't, please. Leave them alone. I..I'll do anything you ask, just leave them out of this." Her breath was fast and uncontrollable. "Please...I can't breathe."

The pressure from his hand eased, but he didn't remove it completely. Damn it.

"There's a set of handcuffs next to you. Put them on." She slowly put one cuff on and stopped. She could try to rear up and take him by surprised. But before she could act on her thoughts, he spoke again. "Move up." He nudged her towards the end of the bed, and she wondered why until he looped the handcuffs around the wooden rail at the base of the bed before fastening the other cuff on her other hand. "Turn over," he commanded.

She did, trying to think of some way out even as she inwardly cringed at the fact that she was now lying naked before him like some pagan sacrifice. If she kicked him, he would probably hurt her back, and the bad news was that she was now tied up and at his mercy. And fighting back might just make him angry enough to carry out his threat. Come on, think woman! On her back now, she caught the first sight of the unsub. He was dressed all in black, black shirt and jeans and on his head, a black ski mask. Even with the lamp on, it was too dark to make out the colour of his eyes.

As if reading her thoughts, he backed away, keeping his revolver trained on her. He switched off the lamp, then walked to the bedroom door, closing it and plunging the room into darkness. To her surprise, he drew open the curtains, letting the faint moonlight into the room. With a swift movement, he took off his mask, but the room was too dark to see any of his features. She swallowed, her throat dry and her heart pounding in her ears as he put his gun down on the dresser. The unmistakable sound of a belt buckle jingling and then a zip being lowered sounded as loud as firecrackers in the quiet room.

He climbed onto the bed and she gasped as he swung one leg over her, his knees on either side of her head. His musky scent filled her nostrils and she pressed her head back into the bed away from his crotch, looking up at the night shrouded figure above her. The tip of his cock touched her lips and she instinctively turned her head away, then gasped in pain when he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it hard.

"Don't turn your head away from me," he ordered harshly. Pulling her head back, he tilted it up until her mouth bumped against the head of his shaft. It was already wet with pre-cum. "Open your mouth and suck. Don't even think about biting me, or it'll be all over." 

Oh god. Reluctantly she opened her mouth and took him in, hoping against hope that this would be all that he was going to do to her. It was not much comfort, but at least he tasted clean, the salty fluid dripping from him coating her tongue as she sucked him tentatively. 

"Harder."

She obeyed, her mouth drawing on him as she felt him throb against her tongue. Minutes passed and surreality started to set in. He was big, and her jaw was started to ache from working on him.

"More." She didn't understand what he meant at first. Then he shifted and then he was pushing in further.

"Mmfh...ngh..." Her eyes jerked open wide when the tip of his straining organ bumped against the back of her throat. She couldn't help it, she gagged.

He removed himself from her mouth and she lay there gasping, anxiety and adrenalin rushing through her veins at such speeds that she felt light-headed. "Don't fight it," he continued. "Relax your throat. You can take me."

"No, please don't make me. I've never done this. Please." Her arms pulled at the handcuffs, trying to see if there was some give, but nothing budged.

"Shh..." he said soothingly, pulling open her jaw with his thumb. "I have faith in you, you can do it. Open up, now. Remember the children."

Trembling, she did, following his instructions to breathe through her nose and relax. It took time but he was patient, and after a while, she managed to overcome her gag reflex and learnt to breathe when he let her. And then he was fucking her mouth and throat with long, graceful strokes. Gasping for breath, she was just starting to wonder at his stamina when he froze about her. A deep groan emanated from his mouth as his cock spurted jet after jet of hot semen into her mouth. There was so much of it that she couldn't swallow it all, and it ran down the sides of her mouth and into the bedspread.

She was going to have to wash the quilt, she thought dimly to herself, then almost laughed. This intruder had just forced her to give him a blowjob and she was worried about the laundry? It was probably just shock. Dazed, she felt the bed move as he got off. A few seconds later, he was back by the bed. She heard something land on the bedspread and then the sound of something clinking. Then there was the sound of prolonged rustling. By now her eyes had adjusted enough in the dark to make out the fact that he was undressing. Oh no. 

"It's all your fault, you know," he said, his low voice almost conversational while he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled of his shoes and socks. "If you weren't so beautiful I won't be here."

"I'm sorry," she said, trying to inject some sincerity in her voice when apologetic was the last thing she was feeling. He got back on the bed next to her and she tensed. The intruder cupped her breasts and she inhaled sharply at the feeling of his calloused hands on her soft flesh. She whimpered when he bent down and sucked hard on her left nipple, his teeth grazing her painfully.

"Please don't..." she pleaded as he nipped sharply at the other nipple, the pain streaking through her. He straightened up and she breathed out a sigh of relief, feeling the tips throb with pain, and to her shame, more than a vestige of arousal. What was wrong with her, that she could be enjoying this humiliation and helplessness? But his next move made all her thoughts disappear. He attached something to her nipples, making her shriek and arch her back in pain. "No!" she yelled, pulling on the handcuffs and writhing on the bed as if that would remove the shocking bite into the tender buds.

A naked male body was suddenly on top of her and she jerked in surprise at the contact, breathing in sharply at the realisation that he was already hard again, his cock pulsing against the outside of her thigh. 

"Stop fighting it," he commanded. "It'll just get worse if you do."

She lay there panting, wishing she could pull herself free and punch him in the nose. But as she lay under him, she was startled to find the painful throbbing in her nipples start to fade until it was a mere pulse, present and slightly uncomfortable, but bearable. After a moment, when she failed to move, he shifted downwards, pausing to swirl his tongue in her belly button before pushing her thighs apart and placing himself between them.

Oh god, what was he going to do to her? She didn't have time to worry, because he immediately sank two broad fingers deep inside her. She cried out, jerking in shock and pain as his digits stretched her soft channel with no preparation. To her shock and horror, instead of decreasing her arousal, the pain magnified it, and her pussy produced a surge of juice. 

"So wet," he murmured approvingly. "This turns you on huh, lying helpless and being taken against your will?" He drew his fingers out, then back in.

"No," she moaned, shaking her head in denial even as her hips bucked upwards to meet his heavy thrusts. "That's not true."

"Your body's telling me differently," he said, curling his fingers upward and unerringly finding the spot that was rich of nerves.

Her legs jerked reflexively as he concentrated his strokes there. She felt pleasure rush through her body and extremities and she shuddered as her climax drew closer and closer and wetness poured out of her body. Without warning, her orgasm exploded over her and it was so intense she screamed, her body arching off the bed as stars burst behind her eyes. 

She wasn't given a chance to recover, his mouth latching on to her slit and sucking hard. She felt her eyes roll towards the back of her head as his tongue licked her swollen clit, alternating between lightning fast flicks and soft massaging motions. She moaned helplessly when her peak finally swept over her, her arms pulling hard at the handcuffs. The man between her legs didn't stop, now stabbing his tongue into her, fucking her relentlessly with it, circling the entrance to her urethra every now and then. The shockingly new sensations shot through her, straight into her brain. 

Three orgasms. His fingers again inside her. Four. Fingers and mouth and tongue. Five. "No more, please," she begged, sobbing as the aftershocks shook her limp body again and again.

She was barely conscious when he finally came up over her. She moaned with pain as he removed the clamps from her nipples, and then he was thrusting his huge cock into her dripping pussy. Her eyes fluttered open as his girth pushed her open with inexorable force. Even with the lubrication from her orgasms, it was a tight fit and she whimpered, lifting her hips up reflexively to relieve the discomfort.

"You're so tight and hot around me. Such an incredible fuck," he rasped, withdrawing and thrusting back in roughly, the hard thrust jolting her body. Again and again, he shoved his hard organ into her until she felt almost bruised. But he wasn't finished. Flipping her over onto her stomach, he pushed her onto her knees and thrust into her again, the position making him feel even larger within her if that was even possible.

She could hear him breathing heavily behind her, grunting with each inward stroke, his hips slapping against hers as his strokes became faster. It's almost over, she thought with relief. She didn't think she could bear any more. To her shock and dismay, he suddenly pulled himself out and stopped still, panting harshly behind her. She collapsed onto her stomach, her weak knees unable to support her weight any longer. Her pussy throbbed between her legs, the throb joining the faint pulse she could still feel in her nipples. 

"I didn't say you could rest," he said, dragging her roughly up on her knees again, bringing her forward so that she was also resting on her forearms. To her shock, she felt his finger between the cheeks of her ass. "Wh..what are you -- " She gasped, her eyes flying open as his finger, slippery with lube, slipped inside. "No, oh god, please, not there. You mustn't..." A groan came out of her mouth that was dragged from deep within her as he ignored her plea, pulling his finger out and pushing back in, deeper and deeper until it was buried fully in her.

It was wrong, so wrong, but the dark pleasure had already ignited, heating her body and making it yearn for more. "Don't please!" she gasped as he pulled out, then circled the entrance with two fingers. She shivered as fear streaked through her, her juices running down her thighs, her body oblivious to the anxiety that mired her mind.

"Your husband doesn't know how dirty you are, does he?" He pushed one finger in and she trembled, tense with nerves. "Does he know how much you like it in the ass?" Slowly he pushed the second finger in and she whined loudly as the stretch burned through her. "You're burning, so hot you're searing my fingers. How are you going to feel around my cock when I fuck you here? Hmm?"

Her mouth was open, but she couldn't answer, every breath laborious as she felt his fingers scissor apart within her back passage. It hurt. She couldn't imagine that his huge penis would fit into her ass. "Please, I'm begging you, don't put it in there."

"What, don't fuck you in the butt? But I want to," he said softly, sawing his fingers in and out of her ass. "You feel so good. As good as your cunt. But tighter. And hotter."

It was only his fingers, but the discomfort was already monumental. "Please. I'll do anything, suck you off, let you fuck my mouth, just please, don't take me back there."




The Intruder



He removed his fingers and shifted away. Her heart in her throat, she waited, trembling with fear and nerves. What was he doing? Please, let him have given up on the idea. And then he was back and when his hard hands spread apart her butt cheeks she gave a sob of distress. "No, oh no, please..."

"Shh...don't fight it. Just bear down, you can take me. It'll hurt even more if you fight me." She felt the blunt head of his shaft bump against her anus. She couldn't help herself. She tensed.

"Let me in. Because I'm coming in no matter what," he warned, the dark intent in his voice filling her with dread. And then he was pushing hard. And even harder.

Her scream echoed in the room when the head of his cock popped past her sphincter. Pain blossomed and her head dropped to the bed, unable to stop the whimpers that escaped from her open mouth. "Relax and bear down. You can do it," he said, still pushing forward.

Sobbing, she forced herself to relax and pushed out despite the pain. He gave her no quarter, stretching her beyond bearing and forcing his cock inwards until his balls touched her ass cheeks. "Damn, you're so fucking tight," he muttered, withdrawing and pushing back in.

You think? She didn't even know how that sarcastic thought could surface at that moment when the sharp edge of pain was making her pant heavily through her mouth. Her hands clutching fistfuls of the bedspread, she arched her back, trying in vain to make more space for him. His thrusts were slow at first, then increased in speed. It took a long time, but the pain did fade, yet did not completely disappear, mingling with the dark, forbidden sensations that were sweeping her entire being out of her tight control. She moaned, unable to differentiate pain from pleasure as he took her with almost violent thrusts now, his sweat dripping onto her back as his fingers bit hard into her hips. She writhed in his grasp when she felt him approach his climax, his movements becoming faster and shallower. She was so close, but she couldn't get there, her clit throbbing desperately for release.

"Please," she pleaded, her voice hoarse and broken. "Please."

Without pause, he slipped his hands between her thighs. His middle finger had barely touched her straining bud when she screamed, the white-hot orgasm driving her body backwards so that she took his cock deeper than she had up till now. Her mind wiped blank, she barely heard him shout hoarsely as her movement pushed him over the edge and he released streams of cum insides her. Overcome with exhaustion and trembling with an overload of sensation, she fell onto her side, gasping for breath.

The man's reflexes were fast, and he rolled at the same time so that he was lying behind her, before pulling out of her body. She said nothing when he reached up and unfastened the handcuffs, then draw her arms downward. She lay on the bed, feeling his seed slowly leaking onto the bedspread but this time, no thoughts of washing it came into her mind. Too weak to protest, she submitted to his embrace as he slipped an arm around her waist. He knew she was in no position to fight him off.

It was a long time before she could drum up the energy to speak. "So, did you remember to get the milk?"

There was a pause. Then, "Ah, fuck."

Her mouth twitched at the heartfelt frustration in his voice. "Corner store first thing tomorrow. You know how cranky I get when I can't have milk with my coffee."

"Yes, ma'am." He got up and switched on the lamp on the night stand then came back and spooned up against her. "Was I too rough earlier?"

"No, I won't say that. But, where did you get the idea of sodomy from?" He was the love of her life, but she won't have thought him game enough to try that out on the mother of his children.

"I uh, borrowed your iPad to google something and one of your e-books was open on the page where the guy was you know, uh servicing the lady. So I thought I'd incorporate it into your fantasy." He sounded a little embarrassed, so she turned around in his arms to face him. Sure enough his cheeks were flushed. "Are you sure I didn't hurt you too much?"

She smiled. "I'll be a little sore, but it was worth it. You blew my mind."

His answering smile was rueful. "I know I've been a little distracted lately with work. I thought this might make up for some of that."

"Mm." Her answer was non-committal.

He narrowed his eyes. "Not enough huh?"

"Nope."

"What else did you have in mind?" Was he looking just a little nervous?

"Well, about 15 pages after the one you sneakily read is where the guy gets tied up and the lady does lots of dirty, nasty things to him."

He winced. "I guess turnabout's fair play," he finally said, obvious reluctance in his voice.

She looped her arms around his neck and smiled innocently up at him. "I don't know about fair, but there'll be plenty of playing."

Her husband frowned suspiciously at her. "What did you have in mind exactly?" 

"Oh, that's for me to know and you to find out." She knew she was being evil, but hey, turnabout was fair play. He even said so himself. And she had lied. Her ass was going to hurt like a bitch tomorrow.

There were definitely some disadvantages to being a detective in the NYPD. The poor thing was probably going to spend the rest of the night thinking of whips and chains and various methods of sexual torture that had crossed his desk in the past.

Even with the light on, it only took a few minutes before she fell asleep, an extremely satisfied smile on her face. 

If he only knew.



The Intruder



Here is another new idea that kind of just jumped right out of my head. The best part about doing this story was getting to play with the visuals that give this story that spice.

Thank you to Wayne & TheNaughtyWife for their editing help and plot suggestions.

Another big thank you to silkstockingslover for looking over the story, giving some input and some edits as well.

Also, I have written down two separate ending options in the end. Why? Well, you as the reader gets to decide what ending works best for you. J





The Intruder



"Fuck! I'm cuming!"

"That's it!" said the man.

Wave after wave of orgasm began to coarse through her body, pussy juice flooding out of her cunt, making her even wetter. She began to shudder and thrash around as the last of her orgasm hit her.

The man removed his fingers from her wet cunt as Nicki looked on in shame.

"You liked that didn't you?" asked the man.

Nicki just closed her eyes and turned her head.

"Answer me bitch! And don't fucking lie to me!" growled the man menacingly.

"Yes," admitted Nicki.

"Good! Cause there's more to come!"

The intruder pulled Nicki up. He then sat on the ottoman.

"Now, get back to sucking my cock, slut!" he demanded.



Nicki's mind could think of nothing but the cock in front of her as she bent over, and grabbed the big cock, licking the shaft. She licked the head of the cock teasing it and licking it like a lollipop. She didn't care that Arthur was in the same room watching them, she craved the big black cock, as she couldn't get enough of it. Her slutty instincts had taken control of her as she began to suck on the monster cock. She licked the shaft and took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Then she took as much of the cock in her mouth as she could and bobbed her head taking it in deeper.

"Yeah! That's the shit!" laughed the man.

Nicki jerked the cock and licked the head at the same time.

"Looks like your girlfriend is enjoying herself!" said the man, looking in Arthur's direction, as he watched Nicki suck the big dick.

Arthur couldn't say a word. All he could do was watch.

"Time for a fucking now, bitch!" said the man.

He grabbed Nicki, pulling her off his cock, and then positioned her right above Arthur. He bent her over, and then slammed his big cock right into her gushing wet pussy.

"OH FUCK! It's so fucking big! FUCK!" screamed Nicki.

The man grabbed both of her arms and began to fuck her.

"That's it baby, take my cock!" commanded the man.

He began to pound her pussy hard. Nicki had completely given into him. Although ashamed, she loved every bit of the fucking she was getting. She began to meet every thrust that the intruder was giving her.



Nicki opened her eyes and saw Arthur looking up at her with a wimpy look on his face.

"I'm so sorry baby," she said.

Arthur just looked away in disgust.

The man grabbed Nicki and pushed her on top of the table. He turned her on her back and pulled each of her legs into the air. He aimed his stiff thick cock at Nicki's pussy and slammed it in once again.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" screamed Nicki.

"Now that's how you fuck a bitch!" said the man as he looked at Arthur and laughed.

Arthur just held his head down.

"Look at her getting fucked you faggot!" yelled the man.

Arthur raised his head and watched as the intruder continued to fuck Nicki with his monster cock.



He felt so completely insignificant. His cock was not even close to this man's cock. Nicki was enjoying every minute of the fucking. She was moaning like a bitch in heat. She had never ever moaned and screamed this way when they had sex.

The man grabbed Nicki once again and pulled her towards the ottoman.

"Why the fuck should I do all the work! Ride my cock!" demanded the man.

Nicki got on top of the ottoman and slowly sat down on his big black cock.



"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" screamed Nicki.

"That's it bitch! Fuck yourself on my big fat magic stick," grunted the man.

Arthur was almost in tears as he hung his head down as his girlfriend rode the stranger.

"You love big black cock don't you bitch?"

"Oh I fucking love it!" grunted Nicki as she continued to ride the cock.

Nicki's pussy was gushing like a dam that had burst. Her cum was coated all over the intruders big cock.

"Your bitch is in heat you faggot! Looks like she ain't had a nice hard fucking in a long time!" laughed the man as he watched Arthur who still held his head down in shame.



The man grabbed Nicki while she was still bouncing on his cock and in one swift motion turned the position so that Nicki was on her back. He lifted her legs and slammed his big black cock in her pussy.

The man continued to drive his big cok in and out of the buxom blonde. He was giving her every inch of his cock and Nicki's pussy was taking it all. She made an O face as she could feel each thrust. The fucking had been going on for a while now and the intruder was still no closer to unleashing his load. He wanted to hold out as long as he could while he fucked the big tittied bimbo.

Electricity began to run through Nicki's body. She could feel another orgasm closing in.

"Shit! I'm going to cum again!" announced Nicki.

"That's it you fucking whore, you like it when a big fat cock makes you cum don't you!" growled the man.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed as the orgasm hit her and began to flow through her body as if lightning had just hit her. This time the orgasm was even more intense as the intruder still had his cock inside her, pumping in and out.

Nicki finished riding out her second orgasm. Once the intruder had seen that her orgasm began to die down, he pulled his cock out of her sopping wet pussy.

"Why don't you come over here and suck me off again!" demanded the man.



Nicki got on her hands and knees on the ottoman and began to move towards the intruders cock. She took it in her mouth and began to suck on it like a crazed animal. She sucked it like a woman possessed. Huge amounts of saliva were flowing from her mouth and making the intruders cock slick.

The man grunted at the sight of Nicki sucking his big dick like a wanton slut.

"OHH, that's nice!" he exclaimed as he got an idea.

Nicki continued to gobble on the huge man meat in front of her.

"Now, turn around. Ass up in the air!" demanded the intruder.

Nicki immediately assumed the position and turned her head around to watch the man come over and stand above her ass. He grabbed his cock and then began to rub it all over Nicki's asshole.

"It's ass fucking time!" he growled.

"NO!" cried Nicki.

"I aint asking for permission bitch!" he yelled. He then spat on her asshole and began to rub his cock around it. He slowly began to thrust his big cock inside her tight little asshole.



"FUCKKKKkkk!" screamed Nicki as she winced in pain.

She tried to move herself so that she could get away. The intruder had a tight grip on her and held her in place.

The man began to move slowly at first with his cock only halfway in. But he would keep moving it out and thrusting back in since Nicki was so tight. Each time he thrust in his cock went in just a little bit deeper.

"Fuck that's a tight ass!" said the man.

The anal assault hurt a lot, but she couldn't move as there was no escape. All she could do was take it. Then she felt more saliva around her plugged hole. The man began to move slowly but with more force. Slowly the pain began to subside, Nicki started to feel pleasure overcoming the pain, she began moaning once again from the intense stimulation of having her ass fucked.

"Oh Jesus!" she cried.

The man pulled out once again. He was very close to coming and didn't want that to happen just yet.

He sat down on the ottoman.

"Cum and ride my dick bitch," said the man.

Nicki got up and straddled the mans cock. She began to sit on it as it entered her pussy.

"It ain't going in your pussy bitch! It's going back into that tight little ass of yours!" commanded the intruder.

He grabbed his cock out of Nicki's pussy and spat on his hand and greased his cock. Next he spat on his fingers and then fingered Nicki's gaping hole. Once he was satisfied, he aimed his cock at her ass.

"You better take it in!" he growled.

Nicki then slowly and reluctantly again took the cock into her ass.

"Yeah baby. Show your pathetic gimp of a boyfriend what an ass slut you are!" grunted the man.

Nicki began to bounce slowly on the dick. It hurt her a little more as she bounced up and down. It also felt like the cock was going in even deeper. But at least this way she could control the length that she could take.



She turned around and saw Arthur watching her as she took the big fat cock into her ass.

"I'm so sorry Artie. I am so so sorry!" she whimpered.

The man was now close to erupting his seed. He grabbed on to Nicki hard.

"I'm about to cum. And you better take each and every drop of my cum in that ass!" commanded the intruder.

"NOO!" screamed a helpless Arthur.

"I'm cuming." declared the intruder.

Watching her wince around as he was about to cum in her ass only made him wilder as he began to thurst his cock inside. A few thrusts later, he began to unlease his massive load inside Nicki's ass.

"FUCK! YESS!" yelled the man.

Nicki could feel huge jets of hot cum released inside her ass. She was helpless as the man held her in place as the last of his spunk was unleashed into her bowels.

Nicki began to cry as the man was done. He pushed her off his cock as he got up. Arthur's humiliation was now complete. A stranger had not only just fucked his girlfriend in her pussy and ass, but he had also cum inside her.

The man grabbed his pants and put them on as he snickered. Once he was dressed, he moved over to Nicki and threw a key onto her body.

"Here's the key. You can let your boyfriend go now." laughed the man.

He grabbed his gun and hurriedly exited the apartment.

Nicki just lay there wailing.

"Nicki...." said Arthur, fighting to find the words.

Nicki just sat up and continued to cry as she saw the disappointment in Arthur's eyes.

"I'm so sorry Artie. I am so so sorry," said Nicki as she continued to cry.

"No. I'm sorry. I didn't do anything and didn't even put up a fight. That asshole was right! I am a wimp and a coward," said Arthur with guilt and shame ridden all over his face.

"You're not a coward Artie," sniffled Nicki. "I went along with everything just for you. I would never have done something like this if I didn't care. I didn't want to see you get hurt or worse get shot."

"Please forgive me," said Arthur.

"No. I am the one who needs to be asking for forgiveness. I am sorry," said Nicki as she continued to sniffle.

"Can you uncuff me?" asked Arthur.

Nicki picked up the key to the cuffs and released him.

They both immediately embraced each other as Nicki began to weep once again.

"Shh. Shhhh. It's over. It's all over," said Arthur as he comforted Nicki.

Arthur was trying to be strong, but inside he was guilt ridden and completely ashamed that he let all of this happen. He knew he was not a strong man and he didn't resist enough.

"Maybe I should call the cops," said Arthur.

"I don't know. I just want to forget all of this ever happened," said Nicki as tears continued to stream down her face.

"But...." said Arthur, but Nicki cut him off before he could say anything.

"I don't think we should say anything to anyone about this. A police case would make it public record and this could be leaked to the media. You have worked so hard for everything, I don't want your name to be dragged through the mud," said Nicki.

Arthur sat there and thought hard. Maybe Nicki was right. Involving the cops could be risky. What if the press really got wind of all this. He would become a laughing stock. Worse, if the cops ever caught the guy, he could maybe come back for revenge. Maybe it was best to keep this quiet.

"You are willing to do that for me?" asked Arthur insecurely.

"I would do anything for you. I love you.," said Nicki.

They hugged again as Arthur helped Nicki up on her feet. He took her towards the bedroom to help her clean up and forget this nightmare of an evening ever happened.





The Intruder



He smiled in the darkness. Unexpected entry was his specialty, in more ways than one. The big old house was dark, quiet, locked up tight for the night. The only sign of movement was the blinking red light on the exterior box of the burglar alarm. The house was totally secure. Or so the lady of the house thought, as she lay sleeping in the master bedroom. But he knew better. He knew that the lady had been widowed some months ago, leaving her with two small children who lay sleeping in their own rooms down the hall. He knew that her husband had been wealthy, and that the family wanted for nothing in material terms. And, most importantly, he knew the house - locked doors and windows were no barrier to him. Entry into the house should be, for him, simple.

And so it was. He stood upright, bag in hand, getting his bearings in the darkness. Taking great care to remain silent he prowled about the house, following his tried and tested plan of action, perfected over the years, and in so many dark, silent homes. Even as he admired the beautiful items the woman had on display in the hall cabinets, the display lights doubling as a nightlight for the children, he knew that it was critically important to remain silent. And the big risk was that there would be noise from the bag in which he placed his valuables - he smiled again at the thought that, for a while at least, the things in his bag were, indeed, his and no-one else's. So he carried the bag and opened it, whenever necessary, carefully - oh so carefully. 

At last he was done. He paused in the hall, listening. The door to the master bedroom was slightly ajar, and soft snores came from within. On little more than a whim, he took the two steps necessary to the door, pushed it open, looked within. The light from the hall cabinets cast a dim glow by which he could see the woman as she lay sleeping. The central heating was on, in deference to the small children, and she had pushed the quilt off in her sleep. She wore a simple cotton nightie which had rucked up to the bottom of her ribcage. One long, smooth leg stretched down the bed. The other, her left, was bent, the knee flung out to one side. The dark smudge of her pubic patch was clearly visible in the low light.

He pushed the door closed, leaving the room in near darkness, and put the bag down - great care, again, to make sure there was no noise from its contents. His hands dropped to the belt buckle at his waist. Moments later, he knelt at the side of the bed, and began to inch his way towards her. He reached her furry mound and breathed in, the mixed aroma of bath perfumes and her natural female tang invading his nostrils. And he started blowing - softly, so softly, his breath doing little more than gently stirring her curls like a spring breeze fluttering new-grown leaves. And then he moved lower, into the crook of her half-open thighs, breathing more than blowing towards the core of her heat, and then gently feathering the tip of his tongue along the line of her lower lips. In the depths of sleep her body reacted to the gentle stimulation and her right leg drew up, displaying the petals of her cleft to him.

He exhaled a heated breath down the length of her opening, and then placed the flat of his tongue at the base of her lips. Gently, he tilted his head back, running his tongue up her lips, flattening his tongue into her opening, parting her walls with the very lightest of pressure, leaning into her clitoris oh so slightly, and then ducking his head back down to repeat, and repeat. And all the time, in sleep, her body continued to respond, her thighs folding back and up, as if to present herself to him more fully, small groans beginning to escape her lips, her juices beginning to flow. When he judged her wet enough, he inserted a finger, slowly and gently, rocking his tongue back and forth on the upper part of her lips as his finger slicked in and out of her, starting to flick her emerging clitoris with the tip of his tongue on the upstrokes.

She was now awake, woken by the throes of impending orgasm, so transported by the richness of sensation from her contracting vagina that she gave no thought to the how or why of the mouth and fingers bringing such pleasure to her. And, as she came, she felt the mattress give under his weight as he climbed onto the bed below her. His hand replaced his mouth, his fingers spanning her mound from below, combed into her pubic hair, as his thumb strummed her humming clitoris. And, nudged into the opening of her lips, the second unexpected entry, the wonderful bluntness of his invading weapon. 

He paused, strangely hesitant, waiting, stretched horizontally below her like the crosspiece of an inverted letter T, barely inserted in her. She lifted her legs and hooked her feet over him, used her legs as levers to pull him further into her. "Fuck me," she hissed urgently as his length slid into her wet heat. She groaned as she felt it filling her. And then they were scrabbling, changing position, spoonfitting on their left sides, him behind her, she arching her rear to him as he continued to move in and out of her slowly, so slowly, his pace measured, even as she tried to increase the tempo. "God," she said, "it's been so long! Fuck me faster!" 

He bunched her nightie up, pulled it over her head as she lifted her arms for him, and his hands reached round her. Her breasts filled his hands, her nipples sensitive against his palms as he cupped, squeezed, rubbed and caressed. He pulled up closer to her, and she felt lips nuzzling the nape of her neck, whiskers rasping, smelt his man-smell, the odour of fresh perspiration. And still the leisurely thrusting continued.

"Fuck me," she said again, "Fuck me harder! Deeper!" He rose onto his knees, lifting her right leg to his shoulder and straddling her left leg, as he began to thrust faster, his length buried to its furthest extent, and then beyond even that, her senses filled with the wet, squishing sounds, the grunts and groans, the exquisite friction from within. And she ground her junction back at him, synchronised to his rhythm, the forks of their legs intersecting and joined by his pistoning into her sheath. 

And then, she felt his girth starting to pulse within her, and it tipped her over the edge. "Oh fuck!" she cried. "My cunt! Oh fill me! Fuck me! Oh yes!" And his last thrusts, slower, the deep squirting of his seed each time he hilted himself, both of them pulsing, spasming, gasping for breath. And then, exhausted, falling to the mattress, ragged-breathed, sweat-slicked, hearts pounding.

As the pulse of their blood slowed, he moved up behind her again, cupped a breast gently, swept his hand down to her mound and smoothed her sweat-dampened hair, kissed her gently on the neck again, rasping her with those whiskers. And then his weight was gone from the bed.

She heard the sounds of dressing in the darkness. Then soft light as he opened the door. She heard him picking up his bag, no need for silence now. And she turned to look at him for the first time. He paused in the doorway, his bag in hand, and looked down at her, meeting her eyes.

"Thank you for my Christmas present, Santa," she said. He smiled and returned to the roof where his sleigh was waiting.



The Intruder



Legal Disclaimer: This story contains illicit descriptions of sex. Do not read if it is illegal for you to do so, i.e. you are under 18 or in a location that prohibits the viewing of pornography.

All copyrights reside in the author; do not copy without author's permission.

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He stood staring down at her as she slept, his rage growing at the thought of her in another man's arms. As long as he lived he would never be able to forget watching her move across the dance floor, her breasts pressed against another man's chest. He'd been following her for weeks, watching her at home and at work. Her dark hair and green eyes were what first attracted him but it was the way she carried herself that kept him coming back. 

Average height for a woman she stood just over five feet, six inches tall. Her dark hair curled to just below her shoulders and accented a graceful neck. Her body could only be described as ripe with large, firm breasts, a narrow waist and generous hips. She was the very definition of woman and even her scent was feminine. Light and airy he'd passed close enough to catch a brief smell of her scent as he walked behind her standing at the bar earlier that evening.

In sleep she seemed all that more vulnerable and indescribably beautiful. Her hair was spread out beneath her on her pillow, one hand resting above her head while the other pressed lightly against her stomach. The warm summer night eliminated the need for blankets and she slept concealed beneath a single sheet. Her body clearly outlined by the linen he yearned to pull it from her body and explore every inch of what lay hidden.

Until tonight he'd been unable to approach her and had watched from afar. His natural character was open and fun loving but something about this woman left him feeling like a high school boy approaching the home coming queen and asking her for a date. The thought of actually talking to her left him breathless, his palms sweating and his heart threatening to jump out of his chest. 

They'd actually met twice before and while she'd smiled and asked him several questions he got the feeling that she treated every one with the same level of familiarity. There was nothing special about the way she talked to him and he didn't think that she would welcome his advances. So why was he here?

Something had changed, shifted deep inside of him when he'd watched her dance with another man. It didn't matter that he had been a co-worker, the simple fact that she let herself be held close by any man other than him had felt like a betrayal. It was then that he knew it was time to make his move. The bar had been crowded, several people from their firm out dancing and celebrating the birth of the VP's first baby and he knew there was no way to get close to her there.

He'd waited, biding his time until she left alone, walking towards her car and then followed her home. He'd watched, his anger growing as she moved about her house turning off lights and finally retiring to her room. He'd spent much time lately outside her home but this was the first time he'd allowed himself to enter her private domain.

Her house was just as he thought it would be. Heavy mahogany furniture done in dark, warm colors touched off with light paintings and feminine art. Her scent lingered in the air and had grown stronger as he neared her bedroom. The master suite was dominated by a large, four-poster bed and matching armoire. It was definitely a woman's room and she looked like she belonged here.

He had yet to see her bring home another man but tonight's episode had opened his eyes and he was here to take what rightfully belonged to him. Slowly, his rage nearly boiling over, he slid the sheet from her body revealing a black silk negligee. His breath started coming faster as he caught sight of her thighs slightly spread in sleep. Quickly, he shed his clothing, his cock freed from his boxer standing out from his body. Unable to wait he covered her body with his own bringing his hand down upon her mouth.

Lindsey's eyes flew open as she felt herself pressed down into her mattress. Unable to scream she lashed out with her hands and feet, trying to knock the unfamiliar weight from her body. The hand was removed from her mouth only to quickly capture her hands and hold them over her head. She felt the weight shift, spreading her legs and settling between her thighs making it impossible for her to kick out.

"Stop it. I won't hurt you."

At the sound of his voice Lindsey stopped struggling. Although it was familiar she couldn't quite place where she'd heard it before. "What do you want?"

"What's mine." He lowered his head and captured her mouth with his. Her head held still between her raised arms she was unable to turn her face yet she held her lips tightly sealed, prohibiting his seeking tongue entrance. Undeterred, he slid his tongue along her lower lip, coaxing her with gentle touches. When that didn't work he pulled her arms up higher over her head causing her to cry out. Taking advantage of her parted lips he slid his tongue inside and started exploring the wet heat of her mouth.

Lindsey tried to pull her head away but was held firmly in place. He was heavy, pinning her body to the bed with his while his large hand held both her wrists. It was then that she felt his hand slowly slide up along her ribs stopping only to cup her left breast. Gently, he squeezed her breast before rubbing her nipple with his thumb. Unwittingly, Lindsey felt her nipple instantly harden and realized that she was suddenly excited by his presence.

Her breath went shallow, panting as his hand slowly pulled her negligee up around her waist. She felt the cool night air against her heated skin as his fingers skimmed the tender skin of her inner thigh. Lindsey, no longer trying to get away from his kiss, tensed as his fingers neared her pussy. She knew that he would find her wet and throbbing for his touch and was mortified when she groaned against his lips.

He shifted his weight and felt his hard cock brush against her inner thigh. His fingers found the lips of her pussy and started stroking them, satisfied to find her hot and wet. His fingers slipped through her secret folds and into her tight pussy. Instantly, the walls of her pussy closed around his fingers and tried to pull him in deeper. Breaking free from their kiss, he pulled out of her and raising his fingers to his lips tasted her for the first time.

Lindsey watched as he sucked her juices from his fingers and found the gesture extremely arousing. She wanted to hear him speak again, to place his voice to a face and name but at the same time not knowing who he was seemed to add to her excitement. 

The taste of her filled his senses, making him want her all the more. He could smell the discreet scent of her arousal and knew that she was ready for him. Unwilling to risk her suddenly turning on him, he continued to hold her hands over her head while moving between her thighs. His cock pressed against the opening of her pussy feeling her wetness coat the head of his dick causing him to shudder.

With one quick thrust he was completely buried within her. Immediately, he felt the walls of her pussy close around him. "Oh God, Lindsey. You feel so good."

Lindsey arched her back and thrust her hips up off the bed trying to take him deeper into herself. He filled her, his large cock stretching the walls of her pussy until she thought he'd rip her in two. He was long, touching the entrance to her womb with the head of his swollen cock. She could feel him throbbing within her as he withdrew towards her opening. Already feeling the loose, Lindsey wrapped her legs around him and pulled him back into her pussy.

Feeling her legs wrap around his flanks, he held himself still within her, rocking his hips and pushing the head of his cock against her g-spot. She was wet and tight, squeezing him as he moved within her. Slipping his hand between their body he started stroking her clit with the tip of his finger all the while he continued to thrust himself inside of her.

Lindsey cried out as her orgasm ripped through her. Her body shuddered and flooded his cock with her juices.

Spurred on by her orgasm, he started thrusting harder and harder, moving faster and going deeper until his own orgasm overcame him. Not completely unaware he started to pull out planning on coming on the sheets but her thighs tightened around him.

"No, I want to feel you cum."

Her words, whispered in a voice gone hoarse with pleasure, washed over him and sent his orgasm spewing from his body. He thrust several more times, releasing a torrent of cum deep inside her body.

Lindsey felt his hot cum filling her and shuddered as another orgasm coursed through her body. 

Her arms still pinned above her she lifted her head and kissed him deeply, thrusting her tongue inside his mouth, exploring him for the first time. His body shaking, he returned her kiss until he was breathless before collapsing on the bed beside her. 

Free for the first time, Lindsey rolled onto her side facing him. "Jeffery?!"

Jeffery opened his eyes and looked at the dark haired beauty leaning over him. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I saw you dancing with Rob and went crazy."

"You should be sorry!" Lindsey shouted and started off the bed.

Jeff lunged to grab her and pulled her underneath him. "Please, let me explain."

"What's there to explain?" Lindsey suddenly smiled. "It took you long enough."

Surprised Jeff could only stare until her words fully penetrated his brain. "You don't mind?"

"Mind? I've been waiting for you to approach me for weeks. Every time I caught you looking at me I would smile but you never took the hint. Finally, I decided to try a different track."

"You mean dancing with Rob was all about making me jealous."

"I wouldn't say that. It was more of a way of getting your attention."

"You were trying to get my attention?" Jeff was surprised.

"Ever since you came to work at the firm."

"Really?" 

Lindsey wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. As she spread her thighs and guided him to her Lindsey breathed a sigh of relief at having him fill her once again. "Really."



The Intruder



The hand clamped over my mouth brought me from dreamy slumber to heart pounding terror. My eyes flew open and I began to thrash against my tormentor. I couldn't see him too well in the darkened room. But in the moonlight, I could see the mask over his face. I had to assume it was a he. As I struggled, he straddled me, pinning my hands down to the bed with his legs. He bent down and I felt his hot breath on my neck. "If you keep struggling, I'll kill you." there is no greater terror for a woman, than to be assaulted in the safety of her own home. The thought of being raped or killed, chills even the hardest soul. His words stopped my struggling in an instant. I knew my eyes showed the pleadings his hand stopped my mouth from saying. The moonlight coming thru the window flashed on the big knife he held in his hand. He didn't smell dirty as he pressed down on me. I didn't even smell his bad breath. Funny the things you think about during a crisis.

His voice was rough and harsh sounding as he spoke into my ear. "I will go to jail for the same amount of time, whether I just rob you or kill you. I don't give a fuck. The choice is yours. Now! Are you going to give me any trouble?" I shook my head no. He slowly lifted his hand off my mouth. I tried to see his face in the moonlight, but he wore a ski mask. I could only see his eyes and mouth; he even wore gloves over his hands. But I could tell he was black. That much I could see. He lifted up his leg and grabbed my right wrist. Pulling it up to the head of the bed, he told me to hold it there and not to move. He still held the knife in his other hand, so I didn't move. He put the knife down and the next thing I knew he had taped my hand to the bed frame. He did the same thing to my other hand. After he had my hands tied, he set the knife on the night table. "What's your name?" he was speaking softly. I was beginning to think again. And my heart stopped again. Sally!"

In another bedroom down the hall, Sally, my 18-year-old daughter slept. Had he been in her room already? Did he even know she was in the house? I was not going to say anything to give him a reason to look. "Please! Don't hurt me. Take whatever you want. I promise I won't yell or scream. I won't even call the cops." I heard him chuckle. "Sally! By the time you get loose, I'll be so far from here, the police won't find me. Now! Is anybody else in the house?" I shook my head no. He pressed the knife to my throat. "If you lie to me, I'll make it real hard on you. And harder for anyone I find. Now! When I search this house, will I find anyone else here?" this time I began to cry. "Just, just my daughter Emily. Please don't hurt her?" he looked down at me. "How old is Emily?" I wanted to lie. I wanted to say she was just a little girl. But the fear that he would go check stopped me.

A slap across the face brought my mind back to reality. "When I ask you a question, you had better answer me right away. I might get mad and do something you won't like." He hadn't slapped me hard. Just hard enough to get my attention. "18! Emily is 18. Please! Do anything to me, just let her alone." He looked at me, then looked around the bed. Lying on the floor, were the panties I had kicked off before I got under the covers. He picked them up and forced them into my mouth. I struggled furiously as he walked out of the room. I just knew he was going to do something to my daughter. Tears of fear and frustration rolled down my face. I screamed into the gag but only muffled sounds escaped. Time seemed to stretch into forever. Then I saw him in the doorway. He was pulling my daughter by the arm. Emily, her eyes wide in terror, had a piece of tape across her mouth.

The man pushed her roughly into a chair. Then he took the tape and taped her ankles to the legs of the chair. Then he taped her wrist together. "Give me any trouble and I'll kill your mom. If you don't do whatever I tell you, I'll kill your mom. Get me!" Emily nodded her head up and down vigorously. Then he turned to me. "If you don't do what I tell you, I'll kill your daughter. If you give me any trouble, I'll kill her. You get me!" I shook my head just as hard as Emily had shook hers. He walked over to the window and pulled the drapes. Then he did the other window. The room was now totally dark. Then the light came on. The blinding glare made me blink. But when my eyes cleared, I looked at him. He didn't seem so big. In fact he was about average height and weight. He wore a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. I looked over at Emily. She was wearing what she always slept in, a long shirt and panties. Her eyes reflected the terror I felt. She kept looking at me for help. 

The man picked up the big knife. I cringed and tried to back up on the bed. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me down. This time, he taped my legs to the bottom bed frame. I was now taped spread eagle to my bed, my daughter taped helpless to a chair looking at me. He took the knife up again and walked towards Emily. I started struggling to get loose. He turned back to me. "Easy momma! I'm not going to hurt her." Emily cringed into the chair as he approached her. Then grabbing the top of her shirt, he cut it from her body. My daughter is not a beautiful girl. Too much sweets and candy had given her a face full of acne. She wore glasses normally and her teeth were not the prettiest. But like all kids now days, she had developed early. She had the body of a young woman. I watched in horror as he cut her panties away. Emily was naked taped to a chair. Then he came back to me. He cut my gown off. To my horror, I wasn't wearing panties. They were stuffed in my mouth. He looked down at my body and licked his lips. Then he looked at Emily and moaned softly. 

The truth of what was about to happen slammed down on me. He was going to rape us. I wasn't so scared for myself. But the thought of him violating my daughter, I would have given anything to stop him. If I could only talk, I would have screamed, begged, pleaded with him. Do anything you want to me, just leave my daughter alone. He put his finger to my lips. "If you don't fight me, I won't rape her." I watched him take his gloves off. Then his hands started roaming over my body. I shuddered at his touch. His hand caressed my tit. I would have expected him to be rough; instead, he was slow and gentle. He didn't pinch and pull my nipple, just let his fingertips graze it. Then he bent down and sucked it into his mouth. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I was tied down on my bed, my daughter was tied in a chair watching me, and a man was getting me excited. I felt the first stirrings between my legs. Even the rough material of his mask rubbing against my sensitive tits was exciting me.

When he lifted his head from my tit, my nipple was standing erect. I could feel the other nipple beginning to grow. My daughter's eyes were wide as she watched me. Oh the shame! He stood up and looked at Emily. "Are you a virgin?" My eyes snapped at her. Her eyes looked at me. The man picked up the knife. At 18, I knew my daughter was not fuckin around. I didn't give her too much leeway when it came to dating. Emily didn't move. "Remember what I told you Emily. Do you want me to hurt your mommy?" she shook her head no. "Are you a virgin?" Emily looked at her mom, then dropped her head and shook it. My eyes opened in a bigger shock. Emily, not a virgin! When? Where? "I'm gonna take the tape off so you can talk. If you scream, I can kill you before anyone can hear you. Then I'll kill you mom. OK?" Emily nodded her head up and down but she wouldn't look at me.

He pulled the tape from her mouth. Emily licked her lips and her eyes met mine. She mouthed the words, 'I'm sorry'. Now Emily, it seems that mom is shocked. How many boys have you fucked? And before you answer, if I think your lying, if I hear it in your voice, I'll cut your mom." Emily looked up at me and then over to her mom. Then she licked her lips and swallowed hard. "Five!" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Louder!"

"FIVE!" he walked around to the back of her chair and his hand touched her shoulder. Then he slid it down and cupped her breast. I groaned and struggled. "Easy mom! Don't make me hurt her." then with his hand cupping and squeezing Emily's breast, he leaned down and whispered in her ear. But he whispered loud enough for me to hear him. "Did you do more than just let them fuck you? Did you suck their dicks?" Emily closed her eyes and tears dropped down her face. She didn't look at me as she answered, yes. "And did you let them cum in your mouth?" Emily answered, "yes", again. "Did you like it?"

I stared at my daughter. I could see the tears that dropped from her eyes but I couldn't believe what she was saying. She didn't answer him then. He grabbed her and yanked her head up by her hair. "I'm only going to be patient a little longer. Now answer me."

"Yes! Please, don't make me say anything else?" he stood up then and came back over to the bed. This time when he bent over and began sucking my nipple, he brought me almost to a climax. My body was trembling. I felt his rough tongue as he licked lower down my body. The muscles in my stomach jumped as his tongue tip teased my navel. Then his lips nipped as he went even lower. By the time his tongue reached my hairy mound, I was moaning into my gag. I arched my hips up. I couldn't help it; my body had taken on a life of its own. This stranger was turning me on. More turned on than I have been in a long while. My eyes darted over to my daughter. It appeared that I wasn't the only one being effected by this scene.

Emily's eyes were big as saucers. I could see that her nipples had grown hard and pointy. Her breathing had grown faster and ragged. Suddenly, fire exploded in my pussy. The stranger's tongue had touched my clit. My whole body arched up off the bed, but he didn't stop. His tongue was long as he dipped it into my hole and licked slowly. I have had my cunt licked many times. Emily's dad wasn't into licking pussy but other men sure were. But no one licked my cunt like this stranger did. He knew what he was doing. He worked my cunt like an expert. He brought me to the edge, and then he lifted his head up. I was moaning and twisting my head back and forth. Had my mouth been free, I would have begged him to make me cum. I heard Emily's soft moan. When I looked at her, she was rubbing her thighs together as best she could. I knew she was trying to rub the lips of her pussy together. The stranger looked over at her and laughed. "Don't worry little one, my tongue will taste you to."

Those words brought me back to what was happening. I shook my head no. I muffled my pleas thru the gag. He only laughed and teased my clit again. He did this about 5 times. I was ready to go insane. My whole body was on fire. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to rape me. Anything! He got up off the bed and began to undress. If I were free to talk, I would have begged him to put Emily in another room. I didn't want her to see this happen. From the way his tongue had teased me, I knew I would give in to him. I didn't want her to see that. He took his shirt and pants off. Then his undershirt and drawers came off next. I heard Emily gasp. I had turned my head away so I didn't have to look at him. But her gasp made me look. I took a big breath and held it in my lungs. He had an enormous dick. It was long, fat and the head was black and shiny. He went over to Emily and began to stroke her head. "Show me how you sucked those boys dicks."

I wanted to scream. I struggled on the bed. But to my horror, Emily licked her lips and leaned forward. She looked up at the stranger and then she did the most horrifying thing. She smiled at him. Her tongue licked out and she circled his dickhead with it. Then she slowly sucked the head into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she worked her head back and forth. He stood away from her so that she had to lean in to take his dick. My daughter was pushing her head forward trying to capture more of it. "Did you like watching me and mommy?" I held my breath. Emily looked up at him but never stopped sucking. She nodded her head. "Do you want me to lick your pussy too?" I whimpered. Oh my sweet baby. This monster was going to have sex with her. He pushed in and Emily took more of his dick in her mouth. She moaned and nodded her head up and down.

"Tell mommy what you want me to do." Emily looked over at me and I could see the fear in her eyes. Not fear of the stranger, but fear of my knowing she meant what she was about to say. He pulled back and his dick came from her mouth with a pop. Emily looked at me, then turned her head up to the stranger. "Please? Please lick my pussy like you did hers? None of the boys ever did that to me." The stranger laughed. "Look Sally! Your daughter wants to know how it feels to have her pussy licked. Should I take your gag out and let you tell her how it feels." The stranger walked around behind Emily. He reached down and massaged her tits with both hands. Emily pushed her tits up to his hands. He was playing with my daughter's tits, but his eyes were on me. "Look at her Sally. See how eager she is to have me touch her? Should I give her what I denied you? Should I make her cum?" I shook my head so hard it hurt. I didn't want him touching Emily. But the way she was pushing her tits up into his molding hands, she wanted more than his touch.

The stranger laughed, then went and knelt before Emily. When he cupped her head and brought her lips to his, Emily moaned and kissed him with all the passion she had. Her tongue drove in and out of his mouth as his fingers slid up along her thigh. I struggled, trying to work my hands loose. How dare he take such liberties with my daughter! But Emily wasn't fighting him. No! If anything, she was giving herself into his kiss. And as I watched, the stranger's fingers brushed against he cunt while he kissed her. Emily moaned and tried to push her cunt forward. But the way he had taped her legs to the chair prevented her. He broke the kiss with her and she was breathing heavy. Her eyes were shining pools of lust as she looked into his face. He turned and looked at me. Then he smiled. His eyes locked on mine as he slid his finger into her pussy. Emily moaned and ground her cunt against his intrusion.

I gritted my teeth. I wanted to turn my head away. That was my daughter he was molesting. And yet, I couldn't turn away. I had to see. "Does it hurt you, that your daughter is responding to me, Sally? It shouldn't. You see, Sally, young boys are only interested in getting their load dumped. Many young girls don't know what it feels like to be loved tenderly. And when it happens, they respond to it with intensity. Just like you responded when I made love to you with my tongue. If I had pushed Emily around, just groped her and tried to fuck her, she would fight even harder than you would. But instead, I touched her with slow, tenderness. My kisses were soft but passionate. And her body responded to me. Just like your body responded to me." He pulled his finger from her cunt and I could see just how wet Emily's pussy had become. Both Emily and I watched as he sucked his finger into his mouth. Then he stood up and came over to me. He stood by the side of the bed and just stared down at me. I could see his long black shaft as it bobbed up and down. He was pulsing his muscles to make it do so.

He bent down and once again his lips and tongue attacked my nipples and tits. I wanted to turn away. I wanted to fight him. I would have screamed if I could. But I was gagged and tied and helpless. And his mouth was oh so talented. I was soon pushing my tits up to his sucking lips. Then I felt his fingers as they slid down my stomach. When the tips brushed against my slit, I groaned. My pussy lips were enflamed with passion. My clit was hard and swollen and so sensitive. I wanted him to touch me. I pushed my mound up to his fingers. But he didn't push his finger into my cunt like he had done to Emily. Instead, he let the tip tease my clit. And oh how he teased me. I was humping my ass off the bed with abandon. Had I not been gagged, I would have begged him to take me, to fuck me. I knew just how Emily had felt. So many times, the men I encountered cared only for their own satisfactions not mine. I felt my orgasm begin to build. Somehow, I knew he would let me finish this time. His finger rubbed my clit and I whined and moaned. I humped my ass. Then with a muffled scream, I arched completely off the bed.

I closed my eyes but I knew that Emily had been watching. I have always been a very wet cummer. Sometimes, it feels like I shoot out my crème just like a man does. And this time, the growing sensation of wetness around my ass, told me I had cum buckets. I was embarrassed. I was ashamed. No mother wants her young daughter to see her lose herself in orgasmic bliss. But the stranger didn't give me time to contemplate my predicament. He lay on the bed between my thighs and began to lick me. And oh how he licked. His tongue had me whining even more. I pushed my hot pussy against his mouth as much as my restraints allowed me to. If only my hands were free. I could capture his head and lock his lips on my throbbing cunt. But I think that being helpless made it all more intense. The stranger's tongue did things to my cunt that no man ever did before. He didn't just eat my pussy; nor did he allow me to just fuck his face. He made love to me with an intensity that I had never known before. And I wanted more. If he could eat me like this, what would it feel like when he fucked me. And I hoped with everything inside me that he would fuck me.

I came again and this time, it left me weak and panting. Then he sat up on the bed. His hands stroked my thighs. His fingertips felt like fire as they ran up and down my legs. "I'm going to take the gag from your mouth. But I want your word that you won't scream. If you scream, I'll be forced to hurt Emily." He didn't wait for an answer. He already knew I wouldn't do anything to make him hurt my daughter. He pulled the gag from my mouth. Then he left the room. "Mom, are you ok?" I heard Emily's voice but it sounded far away. I opened my eyes and looked at her. I could see the spreading stain between her thighs. Seeing me cum had gotten her even wetter than his fingers had. "Yes baby! I'm ok. Just don't do anything to make him hurt us. We can get thru this." Emily smiled at me. "I don't think he is going to hurt us mom. I don't think he wants to hurt either of us." Emily stopped talking and looked at her mother. Then she bit her lower lip and took a deep breath. "Mom, I'm sorry I'm not a virgin. I wanted to talk to you, to tell you." Sally looked at her daughter. She had been so involved with making a living; she didn't pay too much attention to her daughter.

"Shsssssh! It's ok! We'll talk all about it later. I promise." Before she could say anything else, the stranger walked into the room. He had a glass of juice. He came over to the bed and sat beside me. Then with tenderness, he lifted my head up and held the glass to my lips. I didn't realize how dry my mouth had become. I sipped the juice and he tilted it down. "Drink it slowly, Sally. The last thing I want is for you to choke on the juice." He turned to Emily. "Emily! Would you like some juice also?" Emily shook her head, no. When he turned back to me, I was shaking my head. "Why are you doing this? You break into my home and tie me up. You tie my daughter up. And you sexually assault both of us. Am I supposed to be grateful because you're gentle?" the stranger looked at me and his eyes grew sad and tired. Then he did something I would have never believed could happen. He smiled and kissed my cheek.

The stranger stood up and began to pace the room. "Just so you will have something to call me, my name is Joe." He turned back to me. "You were not the target tonight, Sally, Emily was." Sally looked at her daughter, then back at me. "Emily! Why would you want to rape my daughter?" At the same time, Emily blurted out. "Me! Why me?" he turned to her and a sad smile crossed his face. "The boys you allow to fuck you have big mouths. They like to brag about the girls they fuck. I wanted to show you how much better it is when a man makes love to you. I thought you deserved more than to just be some guys cum bucket." Joe turned back and looked at me. "I wanted Emily to see how wonderful it could be when a man wanted to please her, instead of just getting his rocks off. Then I saw how beautiful you looked lying there helpless and I couldn't help it. I guess it sounds stupid, huh?" Joe picked up the knife and walked towards Emily. My heart stopped beating and I was about to scream despite my promise.




The Intruder



"Emily! I'm going to cut your feet loose. After I leave, you can untie your mom. I hope you don't call the cops, if you do, oh well." With that, he bent down and cut the tape around her ankles. I couldn't understand what was happening. He had come in here to rape my daughter, and yet he was leaving. Hearing what he had said about Emily, I didn't know what to think. I just wanted to be let loose. Emily stood up and her hand went out to touch his arm. She looked at me and smiled. "Joe! Don't leave." She looked at me. I wanted to scream at her to let him go. But Emily came over and sat next to me on the bed. "Mom, he's right. I only let the guys fuck me, cause I wanted to be liked, like the other girls. I'm not as pretty and I know all they want is sex. But at least it lets me be part of the crowd. I want him to make love to me. I want to know how it feels. I know what it's like to be fucked, already." I looked up into my Emily's face. How could I have ignored all the hurt and pain she had carried for so long?

"Emily! We'll let Joe go on his way. When I'm loose, we'll sit down and talk about it." I turned to Joe. "I won't even call the police. I won't tell anyone. You can leave and no one will ever know what happened here tonight." Emily was shaking her head. "No mother. I am not going to let this pass. So many times, when I would let those guys touch me, I would wish they cared more than they did. Joe doesn't want to fuck me; he wants to make love to me. How did it feel when he was making love to you? I saw the look on your face. I heard your sighs and moans. They were nothing like the moans and groans I sometimes hear when you have company." Emily stood up and turned back to Joe. "Joe! Take me in my room and make love to me. I'll untie my mom when you leave." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Emily!" I knew I had shouted that word. "I forbid it! Untie me this minute." Emily turned to me, tears rolling down her face. "Would you rather I only know the fast fucks like the other kids? No mom! You can punish me all you want later."

I was in shock. My daughter, the girl I had thought so polite, was outright defying me. And in a way I would have never thought possible. She was going to leave me tied to a bed, while the man who had broken in our home and tied me, took her to her room and made love to her. "Emily, please don't do this? Don't allow this to happen?" I turned to the only other help I could possibly have. "Joe! If that's your name? Please don't do this. Don't touch my little girl. I beg you." Joe looked at me. And then he turned and took Emily in his arms. The tape at her wrist stopped her from putting her arms around his neck. "Emily! I would really love to do just that. To take you in your room and make sweet tender love to you. I think you deserve that. But I won't." I sighed a sigh of relief. But Emily wasn't going to let it go. She grabbed Joe by the arm. She grabbed him and whispered into his ear. Joe turned and looked at me. Then he smiled. I watched as he picked up the knife and cut Emily's wrist free.

Emily rubbed her wrist where the tape had held them together. Then she threw her arms around Joe's neck and kissed him. It was a deep, tongue-dueling kiss and both of them gave into it. When she broke apart, Joe's dick was standing at attention again. Emily looked at me and smiled. Then she dropped to her knees before him. Wrapping one hand around his shaft, she began to lavish his dick with her tongue. "Emily! Stop that this instant! Do you hear me!" Emily was making a big show of sucking Joe's dick this time. With loud slurping, sucking sounds, she took him in her mouth until she gagged. Emily took her mouth from Joe's dick. Strings of his pre-cum and her saliva dripped from her lips. "I'm the school whore mom. I'm the girl the guys come to when they just want a fast fuck or want their dicks sucked. I've even had a few of the girls in school. They don't make love to me they just fuck me. I want to know how it feels to be loved."

My ears rang with my daughter's confession. And seeing her on her knees, enjoying Joe's dick the way she was, I could believe it. Then with one last suck, she stood up. Emily walked to the bed and sat down on the side. "Joe will fuck me tonight mom. He's going to lick my pussy the same way he licked yours. He's gonna make me cum the way he made you cum. Then he's gonna push that long fat dick up into my cunt. I'm gonna make him ride me until he stretches my tight pussy." I grew dizzy as her words assaulted my ears. I had never heard her talk this way. Then Emily bent her head. I saw her face come closer to mine. "Emily! What are you doing?" Her hands grabbed my head and held me tight. Then her lips smashed down on mine. I began to struggle. Emily lifted her head and smiled at me. "I told Joe, that I would fuck you, if he promised to fuck me."

Emily bent her head and her lips brushed my nipple. My whole body went rigid. Emily's tongue began to lick my nipple. "Emily! Don't you dare! Get up from this bed right now." She ignored me. I felt her lips surround my nipple and begin to lick and suck. Then she went to the other nipple. Thank goodness, this time, my body was too shocked to respond. But she wasn't deterred. Her lips licked their way further down my stomach. I thrashed on the bed trying to throw her off me. Emily positioned herself so that she was lying between my thighs. "I've looked at your pussy many times. And I always wondered how it would taste." I leaned up and looked down my body. Emily stuck her tongue out and I felt it slice up my slit. I looked at Joe. His eyes were glazed over in lust. I tried to ignore Emily's teasing tongue. But she knew what she was doing. It didn't take her long to get my pussy wet and throbbing. Against my will, my pussy was pushing up to meet her thrusting tongue. My mind reeled. I was tied down on my bed. A stranger standing at my bedside. And my daughter, my own sweet little girl, was turning me on by driving her tongue in and out of my pussy. I couldn't help but push my pussy up to meet her thrusting tongue. I looked over at Joe. He stood with his eyes staring into mine. My eyes went down his chest. The movement of his hand caught my eyes. Joe was standing there stroking his long fat dick as he watched my daughter eat my pussy. The whole thing was like a bad dream. But my body was reacting to this bad dream. My hand grabbed the sheet as I pushed my hips off the bed. I couldn't help it when a soft moan escaped my lips. "Oh Emily, please stop. You can't do this. Oh Emily!" I could feel her tongue touch my clit. My pussy was on fire.

Joe's dick was poking straight out from his stomach. His hand dropped to it and he stroked it slowly. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to even think about what was happening to me. My own daughter was sexually assaulting me. I pulled against the straps holding me down. "Emily! Stop this foolishness. I'm your mother for goodness sakes!" Emily ignored me. I felt her finger slide up into my cunt. I groaned in spite of it all. Emily's tongue was driving me crazy. But her finger had found my "G" spot and I almost pulled my arm sockets loose as I bucked up against her. Suddenly, it was too much. I couldn't fight it any longer. Something snapped and I gave in. suddenly, I wanted it. I wanted all of it. I had denied myself for so long. It all came to a head. "Yes! Yes! Suck it! Lick my clit! You nasty little bitch! Licking your mother's pussy." I looked over at Joe. His long fat dick looked so good to me just then.

"Yes Emily! Stick that tongue deep in mommy's pussy. Oh you nasty little bitch! You let the boys and girls at school take turns with your pussy. Now you're sucking mommy's cunt too. Work your fingers in me. Shove your fingers in my cunt. Fuck me with your fingers." I looked at Joe. His dick looked so long and fat. "Oh Joe! Let me suck your dick. I want to taste it." Joe smiled as he came over to the bed. He stood above me. "Open your mouth Sally." I looked up as he stroked his dick. A drop of clear pre-cum oozed to the tip. I wanted to lift my head to lick it, but he was beyond my reach. I opened my mouth and it burned like fire when it dropped down and hit my throat. I bent my head to look down my body. Emily was lying between my thighs. Her tongue was making long sweeping swipes up and down my slit. "Oh Emily! I want to touch you. I want to feel your pussy too. Oh shit! I'm gonna cum. Oh baby! Mommy's gonna cum."

Suddenly, Emily took her face from my cunt. I should have been happy. But I wasn't. "No Emily! Please don't stop. Mommy needs to cum so bad. Joe! Make her make me cum. Please? I'll do anything. Just don't leave me like this." Emily smiled at her mother. "Don't worry mom. Joe and me will make sure that your sweet pussy is well satisfied." I twisted and turned on the bed. I needed to be fucked. I wanted Joe's dick in me. Anywhere in me he wanted to put it. I heard myself begging him.

"Oh Joe! Give me that dick. Stick it in my mouth." I know he must have stopped to think about it. If he put his dick in my mouth, I could easily bite it. I wasn't too surprised when he took the knife and placed it at my throat. "Bite me bitch, and that will be the last act you ever do." I lifted my head as he pushed the tip to my lips. I sucked it in, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. My tongue licked over the head, as my lips sucked it. Then I sucked it into my mouth. I wished I had been untied. I wanted to take it all the way down my throat. But Joe only gave me enough to drive me mad. Emily had finished drinking my cum and crawled up my body. I felt her tits press into mine as she kissed me. I was hungry for that kiss and I gave it back to her with desperation.

The way Joe had tied me, there was room on the side of me. Emily lay down and spread her legs wide. "Fuck me now Joe! And then we'll both fuck mom." Joe lay on top of my daughter. Emily moaned as his big dick entered her. I wished, oh how I wished it was my pussy he was entering. Joe fucked her with long slow strokes. And thru it all, Emily moaned and begged for more. "Oh Joe! Oh this dick is so big. Bigger than any of the guys I've fucked. Oh mom, his dick is throbbing in my pussy. And he's going in so far. Oh please fuck me Joe! Fuck me hard. Make me scream for it!"

Joe leaned over and kissed me. I wish my hands were free so I could hold him tight as he fucked my Emily. But I was tied and helpless. And that made watching all the more erotic. The look on my daughter's face was one of sheer ecstasy. She had a man making love to her. Not just shoving his dick up her cunt. And I have to admit I was jealous. I wanted him to fuck me too. But I could hear my voice, as I talked to them. And I was shocked and surprised that it was egging them on. "Fuck her Joe! Work that long dick all the way up her young pussy. Show her what it's like, to make love to a real man. Fuck her Joe! Then fuck me too."

Joe kissed me again. Then he concentrated on Emily. He lifted her legs high and began to really stroke his dick into her. And she moaned and thrashed her head as he fucked her. Then with a scream, her whole body convulsed. Her mouth opened and I swear her eyes rolled up in her head. Then she fell back on the edge of consciousness. Only the rise and fall of her tits let me know she was alive. Then Joe got up and came over to me. He smiled as he picked up the knife. Drops of Emily's cum dripped down into my open mouth as I felt him cut the ties on my hands. Then he pushed his cum-covered dick in my mouth. I moaned, as I tasted my daughter all over his shaft. But I sucked it deep until I had cleaned off ever drop.

Joe pulled his dick from my mouth and leaned down. He cut the ties on my ankles. Then, smiling, he climbed on top of me. I opened for him like I opened for no other man. And Joe's dick slid easily up into my wet cunt. I lifted my legs for him and felt him slide in even deeper. Then with slow deep strokes, he began to fuck me. Oh it was wonderful. It had been so long since a man took his time with my pussy. And Joe was an expert. I grabbed his ass, trying to pull him in even deeper. Joe laughed as he rolled over, pulling me on top. I squatted over him as I worked my ass up and down. Damn, but his dick could go deep. 

Poor Emily! She would never be satisfied with the kind of fucking those young boys had given her after being loved by Joe. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of his fat dick pulsing in my hungry cunt. Then I felt the hands on my tits. I opened my eyes and saw my daughter, Emily, rubbing and squeezing my hanging orbs. Then she leaned over and kissed me. Joe's eyes grew wide as I gave into the kiss. I hugged Emily to me. No longer would we be just mother and daughter. We would always be lovers, too. Then Emily began to kiss my along my neck.

Her kisses traveled along my side and up and down my back. I felt her hands pushing me down to lie on Joe. Then her tongue began to circle my spine. She grabbed Joe's hands and placed them on my ass. Then she urged him to spread me open. Emily's hot tongue slid up and down my spine causing me to tingle. Then she went lower. She urged Joe's hands to pull me open wider and he did. Then I felt her tongue in the crack of my ass. I gasped as she found my puckered asshole. But my gasp soon turned to moans as she expertly tongue-fucked my asshole. 

I felt slight pressure on my tight opening. Then she pushed her finger deep in my ass. "Oh Emily!" all I could do was moan. Emily leaned against me and whispered in my ear. "Feel me in your ass, mom! Feel it while Joe fucks your cunt." I gasped as she began to slowly fuck my asshole with her finger. Then she pushed another finger up my ass. "I want Joe to fuck this ass, too! I want him to fuck every hole we've got. Do you want it mom?" Joe's eyes were glassy with lust. I could feel her finger sliding against his hard dick as he fucked me. "Tell Joe you want him to fuck this ass, mom." I was humping my pussy up and down his shaft.

I could feel Emily push another finger up my ass. It hurt. "Baby, please!" Emily just laughed. "Some of the boys only fuck me in the ass. Tell Joe you want it." I was trying to gulp in air thru my open mouth. Her fingers were driving me nuts. "I want it! Oh Joe! I want you to fuck me in the ass. I want you to shove your dick up Emily's ass, too. I could feel the hot cum oozing from my tortured cunt. And I wanted more. I was jumping up and down on his dick while my daughter finger fucked my asshole. Then I came. In a climax strong enough to make me want to feint, I came. I drenched Joe's dick and balls with my hot crème. Then I rolled off him and lay like a satisfied whore in a room full of sailors. I could hear my Emily slurping on Joe's dick as my eyes closed and I fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning. Every bone in my body hurt. And my pussy felt like I had been involved with more men than I cared to count. The smell of bacon and eggs and coffee filled the house. I dragged myself from the bed and into the bathroom. I was surprised that my body wasn't covered with crème. Someone had taken the time to clean me up as I slept. I washed up and brushed my teeth. Then I tiptoed to the kitchen. "Oh! You're awake?" I looked around the house. I didn't see anyone other than Emily. She stood in a sexy nighty. The look on her face as she looked at me told me how happy she was. 

Emily handed me a cup of coffee. Then she guided me to a seat. "Where's Joe?" I looked around, expecting him to jump out at me. Emily looked at me as I sipped my coffee. "Mom! Are you gonna call the cops and report what happened last night?" I thought about it as I sipped my coffee. Emily had a scared look on her face. Did I want to report it? Even as I thought about what had taken place last night, I felt the muscles in my pussy throb. Then I smiled up at my daughter. "No, Emily! I don't think I will. Where's Joe?" Emily smiled and kissed me on the lips. I didn't fight it as her tongue pushed into my mouth.

"Joe left! He said that he would call later and find out if it was safe for him to come by. I promised him I would tell him the truth about you calling the cops. You meant what you said, didn't you mom?" I set my coffee cup down on the table. Then I got up and walked over to the counter. I turned and looked at my daughter. Emily looked so much more the woman since last night. "I won't tell! But he has to promise to come by and give us more of his delicious dick." Emily's smile grew wide as she ran over to me and hugged me tight. Then I felt her kissing me and hr hands roaming over my body. She opened my bathrobe and her fingers found my pussy.

I winced as she stroked me. "I'm a bit sore, baby. You have to take it easy!" Emily smiled as she grabbed my hand. She pulled me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. She opened my bathrobe and knelt between my thighs. Just before her tongue touched my slit, she smiled up at me. "I know just how to make you feel better." I sighed as her tongue went to work. It did take away the pain. But in its place was another burning desire. The phone rang and I reached out to pick it up. Emily didn't stop her tongue licking of my cunt.

"Hello?...Mmmmmm! Hello Joe!…Yes! I loved last night. In fact, Emily is making me feel better right now… Can you come over?…I'm sure that we can both use some of your special attention…Oh yes! I can't wait." Sally hung up the phone and lifted her daughter's head from her cunt. "Joe is coming right over. Let's convince him that he really needs to spend a lot more time over here with us. In fact, I can see us spending a lot of time with him. And if things work out, you may have a new man in the house to satisfy all our needs." With that, sally eased her daughter's head back between her thighs. She sighed as she thought about the idea of Joe being around all the time.



The Intruder



"What in the hell is all the noise?" asked Ms. Desiree'. Coming through the front door were Mistress Selena and Lady Delilah. Between them They yanked a very hefty man whose balls appeared to be held by a rope protruding through the front of his pants. The end of this rope was in Lady Delilah's right hand. His face was covered with dirt and grass stains. "Looks as though you've been playing football or something," observed Ms. Desiree'. "What exactly is going on here?" She asked.

"Well," replied Mistress Selena, "I was getting out of My car and I thought I noticed someone or something hiding behind the rose bush."

"So you went to investigate and found junior here?" laughed Ms. Desiree'.

"Something like that, actually I brought My mace with Me in case I needed it. Turns out I did," She replied. "It wasn't until after I maced him I noticed Lady Delilah coming across the yard with a rope. It was Her idea to drag him by the balls into the house."

"He looks rather large to be dragged by the balls," laughed Ms. Desiree'

Lady Delilah spoke up at this time, "We let him walk, he would be far too heavy to drag." Together the Ladies pushed him the rest of the way into the kitchen and then forced him to the floor, where he sat rubbing his eyes and whining that he could not see. "Seems he wanted to have a peek at what was going on in Your house, Mistress? Or that's what he claims is the story."

"If I may speak," the intruder spoke, "I was ...."

"Shut the fuck up, nobody wants to hear what you have to say, or hear any lousy excuses you might come up with. This is private property and you have no fucking reason being here," screamed Ms. Desiree'. "What the fuck do I look like to you, an idiot? Do I look like I'm interested in whatever piss poor fucking excuse you might come up with for snooping around My property?" "Well, do I?" she smacked him hard across the face.

"No ma'am," the intruder replied.

"Not another fucking word, or I will seriously hurt you," Ms. Desiree' warned. "What do You think Ladies," She turned Her attention to Mistress Selena and Lady Delilah, "Do You think We could entertain Ourselves at Our tea party with this useless piece of shit?" "Why don't You take him upstairs and take away those clothes," suggested Ms. Desiree'

As the Ladies led the poor soul away, Ms. Desiree' smiled to Herself and picked up the phone to call several friends who had not been invited but would find this entertaining. She contacted Mistress Raven first, because She had complained earlier in the week that there had been a peeping tom around Her neighborhood and somehow this didn't seem like a coincidence. Then She called for the maid who was in the kitchen doing the morning dishes. Instructing him to bake cookies and make lots of tea, She went upstairs to see how the Ladies were making out. 

She had not reached the top of the stairs when She heard a car in the driveway. Turning around, She went back out to see who had arrived. Becky and Tia, two friends of Mistress Janessa, were standing on the front porch smoking cigarettes when She reached the door. Stepping onto the porch, Ms. Desiree' told them the story of the intruder that Mistress Selena has sprayed with mace and the Ladies had dragged in. Tia seemed pretty excited by the thought of keeping him captive to torture for a while, but Becky worried about what he would say to the police when he did get away. "Well, who knows he's here?" asked Mistress Janessa. 

Quick to pick up on Her thoughts, "How many people can one tell that one is going to do a snooping in windows?" replied Ms. Desiree'. "I don't think anyone knows he's here, don't trouble Yourselves with that anyway. By the time We are though with him, he will be so happy to get out he won't tell a soul, I assure You." With that the Ladies all headed into the house for some tea and cookies. Before going upstairs, Ms. Desiree' instructed Her maid to bring enough chairs, the tea party was moving to the top floor. The maid quickly placed the chairs in a circle anticipating the action would most likely be in the middle. 

By the time the Ladies were seated comfortably, Mistress Selena and Lady Delilah had the intruder lying naked on the floor. Lady Delilah and Tia were taking turns stepping on his cock and balls when Ms. Desiree' handed Them whips. 

As Ms. Desiree' looked around the room, it occurred to Her that this was an amazing group of Women! It was really very amusing to Ms. Desiree' that Her friends tended to be so quick to find potential in just about any situation. Mistress Raven, the truly sadistic one in the group, was bent over the intruder questioning him about his whereabouts last Saturday night. Mistress Selena, normally a very quite and reserved individual, was the life of the party, telling jokes about how pathetic he looked after She sprayed him with mace. Mistress Janessa had kicked the shit out of his balls and turned them almost purple. Yes, they were indeed a lot of fun to be around.

If Lady Delilah could find a way, She would bring back public floggings, offering Her services when one was needed. She looks for excuses to dominate men, because She really doesn't like them very much. She is from Romania and was taking the time to give a demonstration to Mistress Janessa's friends on how She had learned to operate a flogger by a beautiful Dominatrix over there. She always had stories of Her homeland that made the Ladies wonder why She would ever leave. But living in America has its benefits. 

After several hours of taking turns torturing the intruder, Tia mentioned that She had to use the bathroom. Before She could get up, Ms. Desiree' was instructing the intruder that he needed to be Her toilet. 

Surprised by Ms. Desiree's somewhat humiliating order, he attempted to refuse. Mistress Janessa kicked him in the balls and Mistress Raven whipped off Her skirt, to sit Her rump right on his face. The other ladies held him down. When he started to squirm around for air, She lifted Her butt a little and asked him if he wanted to breathe. He said that he did, laughing out loud, She sat right back down. Then again, She lifted Her butt and asked if he was going to drink Tia's piss. He indicated that he would not. She sat back down. She repeated this exercise several more times until finally he agreed to be Tia's toilet. 

"Now there's a good little boy," cooed Ms. Desiree'. She instructed the maid to piece of plastic for the floor beneath the intruder's head. She and the Ladies moved the intruder into the next room because the rug was a darker color there. Staining would not be an issue if the plastic did not hold up anyway.

Ms. Desiree' took off Her underwear because She intended to piss as well and stood over the intruder to show Tia how to aim. Then She backed up and let Tia relieve Herself first because She had spoken up first. Next Mistress Janessa decided She needed to go. Ms. Desiree' and Mistress Raven both emptied Their bladders on the intruder's face. Even though he was instructed to keep his mouth open and to drink the piss, he kept closing it to swallow what seemed like gallons. Occasionally he would gag, cough and attempt to turn his head. Mistress Janessa was right there to kick his balls when he did. It became necessary to squat right over his face. 

Eventually, the plastic on the rug was made useless by sharp high heels poking through it. The rug and the intruder's hair were soaked with piss. Ms. Desiree' decided to move this fun into the bathtub. Once the idea caught on, pretty much everyone wanted to use the human toilet. Some of the Ladies were going into the kitchen to get drinks that they hoped would make them have to piss more. After placing the now piss soaked intruder in the tub, Ms. Desiree' instructed Her maid to bring refreshments to the dining room and clean the mess upstairs.

What started out a tea party quickly turned into a pissing party as the Ladies amused Themselves over and over. Not allowed to use the shower, the intruder was handed his clothes when all had tired of him and told to leave. Somebody had even thrown his shirt in the tub where it had absorbed liquid rather quickly. Embarrassed and humiliated, the intruder left without a word. 

"Do you think he will come snooping around again?" asked Mistress Janessa.

"Not if he has an ounce of intelligence," replied Ms. Desiree'

THE END



The Intruder



I am sitting in my office. It is late at night and the rest of the building is empty. Suddenly I hear a noise outside in the adjacent office. A strange noise. It is much too late for the cleaners, they went hours ago. I open my door and peer into the darkness. I can no longer hear anything, apart from my heart which is pumping loudly in my ears. I move into the outer office, my ears trained to catch any sound there might be. It is dark in there and I move carefully through the forest of desks, typist’s chairs and computers.

Suddenly I feel strong arms around my throat from behind, and a bag is forced over my head.

“Come quietly or there will be trouble,” husks the voice. My arms are pinned behind me and I feel handcuffs slipped over my wrists. I am led away, bumping myself painfully against some desks as I do so. I hear a door being opened and I am led inside. 


“Sit” I am ordered. I feel myself being pushed, and I fall back, my arms useless behind me. I tumble into a wide chair, which moves backwards on its castors as I do so, and my legs stretch out before me. I can see nothing from within the bag, and only smell a strange enticing mixture of hessian and heavy perfume. 

Suddenly I feel my belt being unfastened. Expert hands unbutton my trousers, which are then slid to the floor and torn from me. My shoes fly off and I am now naked below the waist. I feel horribly exposed. 

But the heady smell assailing my nostrils has a strange calming and seductive effect on me, and to my shock I realise that I am growing an erection. I hear the husky voice snigger.

“See, he likes it!” I wait to hear the reply but there is none. Is this person alone or are there more of them? Suddenly I feel the wet warmth of lips fasten around my cock which thrusts into life at the touch. A swift tongue coats me in saliva and then withdraws. Then a fist tightens around my cock and masturbates me furiously. The warm, perfumed air in my nostrils, and the expert fist sliding up and down my now sleek erection soon brings me to an orgasm, and I explode out, feeling my own hot seed splash over my legs and stomach. I let out a loud groan as I do so.

“What a dirty slut this boy is” sneers the voice. “To befoul himself so! He should be punished!”

I am dragged to my feet and thrown down across some kind of couch or sofa. My semi-stiff erection is crushed under me, and I feel my cum being wiped across the rough fabric of the couch. Then I hear my own belt being ripped from my trousers, and feel the leather bite across my naked buttocks. Oh! The shock! The agony! The pain is like a hot slit across my skin. 

I hear the whistle through the air and another strap of pain bites into me. My skin is starting to heat up now, the individual marks of pain mingle and form a thick imaginary band across my buttocks. Another and another whistle through the air and the belt strikes me again and again. The hot agony is suffused now, it mingles with my blood, it warms my blood; and I feel the warm blood creep down between my legs and move ever slowly up the length of my crushed penis. Another slap of pain and my cock fills up and cuts a hard path through the fabric of the couch. It lies fat and stiff beneath me. The sensation thrills me, and I can’t help thrusting slightly to feel the hard fabric beneath my tumescence.

The voice laughs again, and I feel myself being turned over. My cock stands erect now, hot and proud.

I sense some movement. I hear soft fabric falling to the ground. I feel, no - first I smell ...... perfume and the hot musk of a highly charged female body, slipping over mine. Then I feel two things at the same time: a hand slips around my neck and pins me to the couch, while a second hand guides me into the warm wet unshaven delights of my kidnapper’s sex.

I slip safely inside, her legs astride me. She raises herself up, then drops down again, forcing me deep in between the soft ribbed walls of her flesh. I let out a groan, and so does she. My erection pushes up inside her, as she slowly builds up speed with her movements, thrusting herself up and down upon me. 

Then, she lets go of my neck, and I sense her losing herself in the pleasures of the sex. She pounds herself upon me, and I fear I am going to come to an orgasm ... but no! no not before her! I shout to myself! Then ... ah! then again .... first I smell it, then I sense it. Her body convulses, shakes in eruption, her pores open and her orgasm bursts out in one hot sweaty outpouring, which triggers me, throws me into paroxysms of desire as I feel myself explode within her, kicking and contracting as she rides herself violently over me.

Then it has all died down. I feel some soft fabric wiping the sweat and the seed from my body. I am rolled over and the handcuffs are quickly slipped from me.

As I turn back, spread eagled across the couch, the bag still over my head, my legs and dripping cock still naked to the air, I hear her open the outer door to the office.

“See you tomorrow morning then, Jane,” I say.

“Yes, Mr. Dee, sir,” you say as you slip out and close the door quietly behind you. 



The Intruder



My girlfriend lay in her bed reading a book while the ten p.m. news played in the background. She was so engrossed by the novel, that she wasn't paying attention when the news announcer spent a good two minutes on a story about a series of assaults on single women in the metropolitan area. All of the women were between the ages of twenty-two and forty, and either lived alone or was alone at the time of the attacks. Entry was usually made through an unlocked window, although unbelievably, a few women reported that the intruder entered through and unlocked door. (Perfect for me to take advantage) After finishing the next chapter, she brushed her teeth, turned off the television, and turned in for the night, if she had been more alert, she would have gone around and made sure all of the windows and doors were locked up tight, unfortunately (or fortunately for me) though, she did not. 

A little past two a dark figure used a sharp pocket knife to cut the screen to the back porch window, seconds later, now inside, the figure padded quietly across the carpeted living room to her bedroom. Putting his ear to the door, he could hear the steady rhythmic breathing of a person fast asleep. Carefully turning the handle, the door silently opened and the stranger moved to the side of the bed where she lay sleeping. A hand covered her mouth, bringing her wide-awake in seconds, she tried to scream, but no sound escaped around the gloved palm covering her mouth. Terror filled her heart, and she began to struggle wildly to free herself, but almost before she began, a voice said "Don't move, fight or scream, it'll only make it worse. If you relax, I promise I won't hurt you. Just do as I say and everything will be alright." A relaxing calm spread through her, and her fear turned to resignation. 

She thought she recognized the voice. Her and her boyfriend talked about a fantasy of hers. She wanted to be raped. It was still dark in the bedroom as strong hands pulled back the covers. She knew what was happening, but try as she might, her arms wouldn't respond as they were tied to the bedposts. She could hear the sound of fabric being cut, and realized that who ever it was, had used scissors to cut away her nightie and panties, leaving her naked and totally accessible. He whispered into her ear, "Even though you can't move, I know that you can hear me."

"I will tell you that I am going to use you sexually for my own pleasure and enjoyment."

"Don't try to fight me, it is hopeless to resist, and also, one final thing, I adore giving orgasms to women who try and resist me, they fight it, but their bodies still respond to my touch. To make it more erotic and mysterious, I am leaving the lights off to let your imagination run wild." 

It was quiet for a few minutes, and she strained to sense if he was still in the room. To her shock, the next thing she felt was a warm wet mouth on her nipple, sucking, nibbling, and licking her now erect little nub. Her breathing quickly grew shallow as the heat in her vagina intensified. "Very good, sweetie" he breathed into her ear, "I can see that you have very sensitive breasts, let's see how sucking them affected your pussy." A finger slipped inside of her, probing up and down her slit, taking a few extra seconds on her clit, which caused her to moan involuntarily. "I just love touching a woman" he said softly, "no matter how many times I've done it, it's just as exciting as the time before." 

The excitement in her body was palpable, with her nerve ends standing at the ready, he caressed her body from head to toe, stopping along the way to give her breasts and pussy more attention. After what seemed like an eternity of foreplay, he whispered softly, "Now it's your time for your first darling, are you ready to have one now, your pussy seems to think so. She stiffened slightly, waiting for him to enter her, but instead, the air whistled from her lungs as his mouth engulfed her dripping pussy. She wished that it wasn't so, but a fire was growing in her pussy that she couldn't control. It was maddening, being forced into having sex with an unknown stranger, but having your body respond like he was your lover. 

From down at her moans came a question, " Honey, if you want me to suck harder, flex your pussy for me, tighten and loosen it to show me your desire."

"Damn him," she thought, he was mocking her, but all the while knowing how badly she needed the relief only a hard climax could provide for her. Besides, he could keep her on the edge for as long as he wanted to, so she might as well give him what he wanted. Straining hard, she tightened and untightened the muscles in her pussy, which caused him to groan as he buried his tongue inside of her, driving her closer and closer to the much needed relief that just seemed to elude her capture" 

You have a very responsive vagina" he offered between sucks, "I believe now is the time, your clitoris is full and demanding, so I offer it my tongue in homage." It swept over her like a monsoon, the blood rushing to her vagina, tearing through her loins until she almost passed out from its ferocity "Baby," he said calmly, "I can tell from the way your pussy was throbbing that you had a really hard climax, oh, my just feel your face, it's covered with sweat" Reaching over to her night stand, the intruder pulled a couple of tissues from a dispenser and while gently dabbing the moisture from her face said, "There, there, is that better, good, you're such a nice girl, and since you're a nice girl, I'm going to make you very happy. 

She swallowed hard, still unable to speak, but still realizing exactly what was about to happen to her. "Your pussy seems so lonely," he said in a sweet voice, "that I'm going to introduce it to my friend, Mr. Dildo" Now pulling her legs open, he rubbed the hard dildo against her wet opening, while teasing her by making sure her clit was manipulated by his tongue. She made a little moan and he replied delightedly, "Oh, good, sounds like you need a good fucking, is that true?" Still unable to respond normally, she managed to make a low grunting sound that indicated she was indeed ready to be fucked. By now the dildo had slipped several inches into her pussy, which automatically gripped down on the thick invader, doing its best to force her to cum from the thick shaft. "Okay, honey," he whispered into her ear, "here we go" 

With once massive shove, the eight inch spike rammed deep into her, causing a reflexive orgasm to shred her pussy on the first stroke. Over and over again he pounded it in and out of her, fucking her with it in a brutal almost primitive fashion, not caring in the least what her feelings or thoughts were, with the only goal being to slam her pussy until her juices jetted from her over and over again, giving her the sweet relief she so desired. A gurgle formed in her throat as her pussy began to shake as she erupted into an intense orgasm, after such a brutal and viscous assault. 

She was beginning to regain just the hint of her motor skills, as she could now barely move the tips of her fingers and toes. A few moments later he was packed and ready to leave, but he had one last "gift" for her. Just before leaving he placed a special harness around her waist and affixed a small vibrator to a specially designed sleeve that held it in place. Carefully positioning the straps so they were in exactly the correct position, he flicked on the on switch, slipped the little hummer into its sheath, and inserted the rest of it into her still sopping wet pussy. After everything was just right, he tightened up the straps to assure that no amount of struggling could dislodge the little satisfier. 

"Baby," he whispered, "I have to leave now, but I'm leaving you this little present between your legs."

"I can tell by your breathing that you really appreciate it, and I just put in new batteries so it should run for hours."

"What was that," he asked, "oh, you're having another orgasm, very good baby, I'm sure in the next few hours you will have many more."

"Well, it's time for me to leave, but don't worry, I'll be back, if you time it right, you might just be having another orgasm when I return. You must have enjoyed yourself, and never felt threatened, you never did say the word."



The Intruder Ch. 02



Kim released Eves' legs and allowed them to drop onto the bed. Eve attempted to kick out at Kim, but the younger woman was too quick for her and nimbly avoided Eves' thrashing legs.

"Now that's not very nice, after all the pleasure I've given you tonight," Kim reprimanded, as she sat on top of Eves' legs, immobilising them once again.

"What pleasure?" Eve demanded. "You break into my home, tie me up and rape me and you think I should be grateful? Girl, you must have some real problems in your head."

"You loved it and you know it," Kim responded. "You came way too many times not have."

"You did play to my weaknesses," Eve admitted. "But you still broke in here and attacked me. How do you know me anyway?"

"Oh Eve, I'm so disappointed that you don't remember me. You need to be punished for being so forgetful," Kim replied, leaning forward and clamping her teeth onto Eves' left nipple, biting as hard as she could.

"Oww, for fucks sake, stop it you bitch" Eve cried.

"Nasty words lead to nasty things," Kim said, sitting up again.

"What are you going to do to me?" Eve asked.

"Whatever i want to. And you can't stop me," Kim answered, slapping Eve hard across the face. "I will keep on punishing you until you remember who I am."

"My husband is due home early in the morning. He will sort you out," Eve retorted.

"I don't think so, honey. You're hubby is away on business for the rest of the week. I did my homework to make sure we wouldn't be disturbed."

Tears flowed down Eves' face as she realised that she was totally at the mercy of this crazy woman with no hope of being rescued in the near future. Kim leaned towards Eves' face and ran her tongue softly across her prisoners face, lapping up the tears. 

"Don't cry, we're going to have so much fun together," she whispered.

Eve turned her face away from Kim and the younger woman sank her teeth into Eves' neck, hard enough to leave a bite mark.

Leaping off the bed, Kim walked across to a closet and opened the door. She searched inside until she found the items that she was looking for – 3 leather belts. Returning to the foot of the bed she used 2 of the belts to secure Eves' ankles to the bed frame, pulling her legs wide apart and exposing her wet, pink slit.

Kim bent her forward and pushed her tongue deep into Eves' open pussy. Seeking outher prisoners clit, Kim flicked her tongue over it time and time again. Kim squirmed on the bed as she felt her clit tingling under the tantalising pressure of Kims' expert tongue

Kim sensed that Eve was about to explode yet again and thrust two fingers deep into her saturated love tube. Eve bit her bottom lip in an attempt to stop herself from shouting out as a massive orgasm ripped through her body. She was, however, unable to stop her hips from pushing up against Kims' probing tongue and invading fingers.

Kim sat up, smiling and licking Eves' wetness from her fingers.

"Ok, so we're going to play a little game," Kim explained. "I'm going to ask you some questions. Every time you give me a correct answer, I will reward you. Every wrong answer will be punished. Do you understand me?"

"I guess so," Eve answered, feeling more scared and exposed now.

"Ok then. Let's start," Kim said, kneeling on the bed next to Eve. "A nice easy question to start. What is your name?"

"Eve Russell."

"Good girl, well done. Now you get a reward." Smiled Kim, bending her neck and sucking on Eves left nipple, drawing it into her mouth and holding it gently between her teeth as her tongue flicked all around it.

Eve had to admit to herself that Kim certainly knew how to please a woman, once again Eve could feel her pussy getting wet at the younger womans' touch. Eve had never before considered having sex with another woman, but she could now see herself getting her pussy licked by a woman at another time.

With another long hard suck on Eves' nipple, Kim sat up, smiling at the tethered woman.

"See? If you keep telling me what I want to hear you will enjoy yourself more than you ever have. Now, tell me who your husband is?" she asked.

"Mark Russell", Eve replied quickly, keen to be rewarded again.

Kim massaged eves' open pussy with one and and her own with her other hand.

"And what is his job?"

"I can't tell you that," Eve protested.

"Not answering any question is punishable," declared Kim, picking up the third belt. 

Eve yelped in pain as Kim whipped her left tit with the belt, leaving a bright red mark.

"Now try again. What is his job?"

"I won't tell you," Eve insisted, gritting her teeth and waiting for her punishment. Kim didn't disappoint her and promptly lashed the belt across Eves' right tit.

"If you fail to answer again, I will be forced to use the belt on your pussy," Kim warned. "Now, his job?"

Eve hesitated, not wanting to feel the leather whipping between her legs but also not wanting to disclose her husbands place of work to this crazy woman.

"No answer will mean pain, but the right answer will take away some of the pain you already feel," Kim coaxed.

With both of her tits stinging unbearably, and not wanting her most sensitive area to be whipped, Eve decided that honesty was her best policy.

"He is Head of Security at the Government buildings," she answered reluctantly.

"Good girl," Kim replied before disappearing into the bathroom.

Eve heard water running and Kim returned with a cold, wet face cloth and began to soothe the red marks on both of Eves tits.

"That's a very important job," Kim said, as she dabbed the cold cloth on Eves' nipples, making them stand erect. "What would he say if he knew that his wife liked to take her clothes off in front of strangers?"

Eves' heart pounded and her mind raced as she began to piece together the events which had lead to her being in this situation.

"You mean you were at that art class that I posed for last month?" she asked.

"Well done, you slut. You can stop pretending to be so innocent now. I know all about you and your dirty little secrets."

"But that was just a one-off, not something that I do often, " protested Eve.

"Oh, I'm well aware of that, but you do have a history of getting yourself into awkward situations don't you?"

"What do you mean? What else do you know about me?"

"That you only posed for that class because you had been fucking the teachers teenage son and the teacher threatened to spill if you didn't pose naked for his class and fuck him afterwards."

Eve felt her cheeks flush as Kim explained that she too had been fucking the art teacher and had been watching from a closet as Eve had sucked his cock and fucked him in his studio after the other students had left.

"Now that you know how I know you, maybe we can come to an arrangement that will be a little more comfortable for you Eve," Kim suggested.

"OK, anything, just untie me please."

"Alright, I will untie you just as long as you promise to behave yourself, not attack me or try to escape and you have to tell me all about your affair with the teachers son."

Desperate to be freed from her bonds, Kim agreed to do as she was asked.

"Before I untie you, I'm going to fix us both a drink. I think we could both do with a cold one," said Kim.

Eve nodded in agreement and Kim left the room.

When Kim returned, things started to get very interesting indeed.