The Intruder

Chapter One-3

“Listen to me carefully,” he said, “I am going to go now but I will be back. Another time when you are alone I will return.”

“No! Wait!” Beth heard the desperate plea before realising it was her who issued it. The man had remained still, perhaps expecting her entreaty. She was flushed and shaking and she could feel tears welling in her eyes but she could not stop herself. Almost of its own accord her tongue came out and flicked the underside of his c**k, tracing the line of his frenum, making him inhale sharply. She was glad to have sent this pleasure through him and her heart felt like it was almost about to stop. Again her tongue came out, slower and more deliberate this time, tracing the line from the underside once more but continuing up to lap the drop of clear semen from his sensitive tip. Again he shuddered but she was too engrossed to notice now. Tasting him had sent her lusts into frenzy and she needed now to have him completely.

When she took hold of his member it was as hot and rigid as she had imagined. She sank her mouth onto it, feeling her jaw stretch to accommodate his size. Her tongue teased the end while her hand moved swiftly up and down his silky shaft. Taking the head further into her mouth she sucked hard, her tongue squashed against the floor of her mouth and unable to move. She tried to drive her head down his length, taking him as far as she could whilst still wanking him, her hand knocking against her lips as they met.

Her left hand had pulled her gown open and was clutching at her s*x, pulling the lips roughly and squeezing her clit within its hood. Her fingers pushed easily inside her hot passage and she stirred them around, trying to keep her concentration on what she was doing to him. His breathing was heavy too as her hand flashed up and down his pole and she alternated teasing tongue-work with deep sucking. She was moaning with unbridled pleasure as she went about her business, sounding and feeling like a w***e.

Her fingers felt insignificant in her p***y and more than anything she wanted him to put his huge erection inside her and fill her completely. It wasn’t to be. With a loud grunt he held her head and erupted into her mouth, spurting wave after wave of hot semen into her that she had no option but to swallow, something she had never done before. She gave a muffled squeal as she struggled to drink it down, feeling its acrid burn in her throat. His c**k seemed to keep jerking and pulsing forever but eventually he slipped it from her aching mouth and stood silently regarding her. She took her eyes off his slowly retreating p***s and looked up at him, still breathing heavily and wanting fulfilment. He smiled down at her, a warm smile this time, not a sneer. His hand came up and stroked her face almost imperceptibly. Then, wordlessly, he turned and left the room.

Bethany didn’t know if it was relief at his parting or just her overwhelming need for release but a hot rush spread through her body and she sat back and opened her legs wide. She crammed her fingers into her dripping cunt and thrust them in and out, feeling her orgasm immediately building with unstoppable momentum. She was yelling, her cries drowning out the slurping of her p***y as she f****d herself. She knew he would be able to hear her but she didn’t care. She wanted him to know what a state he had brought her to and how turned on she was now. She thought of herself bent over and tied to a bench in a public park, her panties down and her sunburned bottom exposed. She pictured him behind her, his c**k already out and erect, pushing against the crack between her cheeks as he read the words of her sun tattoo…

She came as hard as she had ever done before, her head spinning and stars bursting behind her eyelids, her p***y squeezing the fingers that were jammed inside her. The force rocked her body and almost burst her open until it finally released her and she was able to slump against the side of the bed, breathless and spent.

It took her a long time to recover and even longer to rationalise the evenings events. It had seemed surreal but the ache in her jaw and the open and empty jewellery box told her it had indeed happened. Then the truth began to drive itself home to her. An intruder, masked and carrying a knife, had been to her room and robbed her. She could have been seriously hurt or worse, she could have been raped, beaten, murdered. Maybe next time she would be; the intruder had promised to return. The cold chill returned as she understood the recent peril she had been in but at the same time, whenever his image came into her mind, his huge c**k and his warm smile was all she saw. She had to push the images away, knowing that to dwell on them would have led to another frantic session of m**********n. How could something so potentially terrifying be so arousing?

She did not know what she would tell Stephen, except that it wouldn’t be the truth. She had cheated on him, and even though the intruder had a knife she knew that she was more than willing to do what she did. She had instigated it, in fact. She felt no remorse for cheating, either. She felt angry that Stephen had not been there and yet even gladder of his absence. It had been the most erotic experience of her life, despite the potential repercussions. She climbed into bed, trying to formulate a story to spin to her husband on his return in the morning. Try as she might though, she could not rid herself of the thought of being enslaved by the masked man. Inevitably her husband was pushed to the back of her mind as her hand crept its way down between her legs and she let herself be overtaken by the darkness of a depraved imagination.