What was that noise? Was that the side door? The dog wasn't barking, but then again, she doesn't hear that well anymore. Bobby was sleeping at a friend's house and I was out for a business meeting. You were relaxing in bed in a pair of undies and a t-shirt watching SVU and patiently waiting for me to come home.
You got up and walked over to the top of the stairs and called for me, "Hon? Are you home already?"
There was no answer so you got back in bed and sent me a text. A few minutes later I responded that I would be home in about 30 minutes and couldn't wait to get you naked! That brought a smile to your face and made your clit tingle.
You reached one hand into your panties and lightly grazed your clit and then slid your middle finger down your slit and felt yourself getting wet. You wished that your new toy had arrived so you could feel that vibrating tongue and get yourself off, but since it hadn't, you decided to wait for me instead.
Was that a creak in the floor? You have to be hearing things. You leaned your head back into your pillow and turned your attention back to Detective Benson. Some deranged lunatic was on the loose again.
Creak...
You picked your head up again and your heart was immediately in your throat when you noticed a dark figure in the doorway. You were frozen when you heard him say in a stern, but calm voice, "if you make a sound, I'll make you wish you didn't."
Too frightened to say a word, you just stared straight ahead at this masked man in your bedroom. His voice was familiar but you couldn't place it. Was he a friend of mine? A friend of yours? A neighbor? Who would do this to you and why?
Why was he in your bedroom and what did he want with you? And where was your husband? All these thoughts whirled around your head as he slowly sauntered toward you. You instinctively moved away toward the headboard and said softly, "please don't hurt me. Take whatever you want. I have money in this drawer. My husband has money over there. We have jewelry. Take it. Just don't hurt me. Please."
He kept walking toward you and replied, "the only things I'm taking tonight is that pussy and mouth!"
You were scared and thought of how you could escape but there was only one door. Before you could even finish the thought, he yanked the blankets off the bed and exposed your barely clothed body. He said, "looks like you were waiting for me!"
You crawled quickly toward the other side of the bed, but he was quicker and grabbed your ankles with his black gloved hands. "Where do you think you're going?" You didn't reply as tears welled up in your eyes. This man was in control and there was nothing you could do.
He climbed onto the bed and ripped your panties in half as they tore away from your body. Your ass and pussy were exposed, and you felt extremely vulnerable. You screamed again for him to stop and pleaded, "Please. I don't want this. Take our money and jewelry. Please. Don't hurt me!"
He removed his gloves and grabbed your face. It was forceful, but somehow gentle as well. He cupped your face and promised, "Oh I'm not gonna hurt you. Don't worry your pretty little head. You're gonna enjoy it. I'm sure of it."
His right hand abruptly moved between your legs as you tried to clench them together, but he was too fast. "Well, well, well... are you sure you don't want this?" he asked as his index finger glistened with your wetness. Your body was betraying you. Was it from my text and your quick touch before, or did you like what was happening?
He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small piece of rope. You tried to squirm away but he was too strong and he fastened your left hand to the headboard. You kicked at him and punched with your right arm, but he just laughed as he pinned you down with his knees and tied your right hand to the headboard as well. He was taking his time; enjoying it in a sick way that only a psychopath could enjoy.
His hands found the other pocket and your eyes widened as you saw a small pair of scissors emerge. "Please. No. Please. What are you doing?" You saw a smile behind his mask as he placed the scissors at the bottom of your t-shirt and slowly cut it away exposing your perfect breasts and erect nipples.
He placed his mouth on one of them and sucked it gently as you lifted your legs and tried to get him away. It was pointless. He was too strong. His left hand went back between your legs and he felt how slick you were. You were so angry on the inside because you knew this was so wrong, but it actually felt so good. It felt right.
He lifted his mouth from your breast and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. He slid them off and you could see his large bulge. Your hands fought against the rope to try and break free, but you couldn't. You were naked and at his mercy. I had to be coming home soon. That's all you kept thinking. You watched him slip his thumbs into his waistband and slide his boxer briefs down to his knees as his rock hard cock sprung out right before your eyes. He pressed it against your closed lips and smacked them with it a few times.
He told you to open your mouth, but you refused and just shook your head. He said, "I'm not gonna ask you again. Open your mouth and suck my cock. And if you even think about doing something stupid, I'll shove these scissors into the side of your neck and fuck your dead corpse."
The tears were welling up again, but you didn't have a choice. Your lips parted slowly and he pushed the head of his cock into your warm mouth. He let out a soft moan and you felt another tingle between your legs. You liked the power you had to please men and it turned you on even if it was wrong. Maybe if you sucked him really good, it would be over fast and he would just leave you alone?
As that thought crossed your mind, he grabbed the side of your face and pushed himself further inside your hungry mouth. Your tongue instinctively swirled around his head and he laughed and said, "You like sucking cock, don't you, you little slut!?" You just wanted it to be over but you nodded your head and made eye contact for the first time.
He thrusted his hips back and forth and watched his cock slide in and out of your soft lips. He reached behind his back and pushed two fingers deep inside you as you gasped. You were soaked and couldn't even try to hide it. He pulled his cock from your mouth and you actually lurched forward because you weren't done sucking it. It just seemed like it was meant for your mouth.
He grinned beneath his mask and grabbed your thighs. You crossed your ankles, trying to avoid the inevitable. You were confused by the thoughts racing through your mind. You were extremely wet and your clit was aching to be touched, but you were crying and biting your lip as this stranger did whatever he wanted to you. You were his helpless prisoner, naked and tied to your headboard. You barely resisted as he lifted your right ankle away from your left and spread you wide open. You saw him staring between legs and you knew he could see how wet you were as some of your wetness was coating the inside of your right thigh.
Before you knew what was happening, he was on top of you, shoving the head of his fat cock deep inside you. You let out a low moan and this only made him thrust harder. He cupped the bottom of your ass and pulled it apart while filling your pussy with every inch of his hard cock. His balls smacked against your ass and you secretly wished your hands weren't tied so you could touch yourself. Why did it feel so good when it was just so wrong??
He grabbed the back of your head and leaned in close and then whispered in your ear, "Tell me you love my cock, you little slut."
You protested and shook your head but he pulled your hair harder and you said softly, "I love your cock." He told you to beg for it and you started to refuse, but his grip tightened and he yanked your head back by your thick hair.
