Forcefully Bred by the Home Intruder (dubious consent, rape fantasy, creampie, impregnation) Page 2

  I could barely breathe, my body aching with such pleasure that I didn't know was possible. He was grunting with effort as my pussy milked his cock with my contractions. As the spasms began to fade, I realized I had been screaming into the gag with pleasure.

  He pulled out of me, and I arched my hips up for more. His hand brushed my cheek and he scuttled to the bottom of the bed. The tension on my legs released, my ankles suddenly free from the rope bindings. I was only free for a moment before he pressed my legs together and tied the rope around my ankles again. I wondered how he was going to finish with my legs tied together, but I didn't have to wait long to find out. He picked up my legs and placed them on his shoulder as he positioned himself in front of me again.

  He slid his cock into my waiting hole easily, sliding in on my excitement. My legs pressed against his shoulder as he drilled his hips against me. The angle was something I had never felt before. I knew if he came like this, I would have his seed pour out my mouth he was going so deep.

  His hands held my legs to his shoulders, pressing them into his muscled chest like he was hugging them. My arms stayed pinned to the bed as he thrust deeper and deeper into my poor pussy. I ached with a need I couldn't explain, a need to have him explode inside of me, coat me with his seed. I wanted him more badly than a drowning man wants air.

  I could hear him breathing hard, his eyes closed with pleasure under the dark mask as he used my body for his own stimulation. He suddenly opened his eyes and smiled as he looked down at me. He pushed my legs off his shoulders and to the side, placing me in a folded 'L' position. With one arm on my top hip, he pushed his way back into me, letting out a moan as he slid in easily. I was so turned on I could barely stand it.

  With his opposite hand, he raised it and brought it down hard on my upper ass cheek. A red hand print materialized on my ass, as he pushed in again. I screamed with pain and pleasure as he spanked me again, and again. I tightened my ass as his hand came down again, filling me with a searing pleasure.

  His breaths were coming in ragged gasps, and he grabbed my hips with his hands and began thrusting wildly. I could feel him swell and then he held his breath as his orgasm hit him. I could feel him spray his hot white seed into me, filling my channel with creamy goodness. I wanted every drop, my body sucking it up inside of me. He thrust deeper, pushing his cum closer to my waiting womb.

  He stayed there for a moment, letting his pleasure shake through him. With a sigh he pulled out slowly, dragging a thin line of cum behind him. He sat back and moved off the bed. His hand touched my cheek for a moment, soft and gentle before I heard him open the window and disappear out into the night. I moaned with content, feeling full and satisfied before realizing he had left me tied to the bed.

  I felt a surge of panic rise up. This was not part of the agreement. What if Daisy came home in the morning and found me tied up to the bed, my underwear in tatters around around my legs and leaking sperm onto my sheets? I struggled against the ropes holding my hands, but it was no use, Lance had tied them too well.

  I lay panting for breath, the gag suddenly constricting when I heard the front door open. I struggled harder, feeling the come leak out on my leg as I twisted and writhed on the bed to get free. Footsteps on the stairs and then the unmistakable creak of my door opening.

  "Well what have we here?" Lance's voice asked as he clicked on the light. He was wearing the tight black shirt and gym shorts but no mask this time. "Oh my, what has happened to you?"

  He pulled the gag out of my mouth and began untying my wrists. "Someone broke in through my window and had their way with me," I responded, playing along.

  "Well that sounds terribly frightening. Oh my, what kind of a neighborhood are you living in?" Lance looked me up and down as he finished with my wrist and then easily untied my ankles. I suddenly felt very exposed in the light with him looking at me, my panties in tatters and my shirt displaying a perky breast. He had already seen all of me, but I felt shy. I pulled the sheet up around me, my hair falling in my eyes. He licked his lips and I felt a surge of heat flow through me.

  "Does that satisfy our bargain?"

  "Uh huh," I still was having trouble forming complete words. My body felt like I was floating, the endorphins still surging though me.

  The lightning flashed and lit the room. He was smiling at me. I felt myself blush like a schoolgirl with a crush. I really did like him. Thunder boomed out and made the windows shake. I jumped at how loud it was and he reached out and put a hand on my knee through the sheet.

  "Are you going to be alright for the night?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice. I could feel myself melting.

  "I'm going to go get cleaned up, but would you mind staying with me for a little while? We can watch the storm," I said as I pulled the sheet around my waist. Despite the fact that he had just fucked my brains out, I suddenly felt embarrassed about him seeing me naked and vulnerable.

  "You got it," he replied and stood to let the sheet free from under him. I wrapped it around me and ran to the bathroom, feeling his warm seed leak out down my leg. It only took me a minute to clean up and put on a fresh pair of panties and a pair of pajama shorts. When I came back into my room, Lance was propped up on my bed, his bare feet crossed at the ankles.

  I giggled and jumped into the bed with him, putting my head on his shoulder. He had opened the curtain to the window and I could see forks of lighting dance through the rain. His shoulder felt strong and safe under me, his masculine scent wrapping me up like a blanket. I had never felt so comfortable.

  We watched the rain and lightning until I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning to sunshine in my eyes and the sheet tucked carefully up around me. I wiggled my toes and stretched, feeling my muscles ache from use. I had fought harder than I realized, and my legs protested when I tried to walk down the stairs.

  I searched the entire house, but he was gone. I checked my phone to find one message.

  Thanks. I wondered if he was referencing the amazing sex or the fact that I wouldn't tell Daisy what had happened. My legs protested as I sat down to think. I started making a grocery list to clear my mind, and added 'pregnancy test' to the bottom. My whole body felt alive after last night and I was already craving more. I didn't know when he had left the house, but I knew I was going to have to find a way to get him to come back again.

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  He traced his fingers along the edges of my underwear, the touch soft and curious. I struggled again, but he just pushed down harder until I stopped. I tried again and he brought his hand down hard against my ass in a powerful spank. I yelped and tried to rise up off the floor, but he just brought his hand down again. It stung enough to bring tears to my eyes even through the thin fabric of my panties.

  "Don't struggle," he whispered, rubbing his hand against my injured ass. I held perfectly still, feeling his hand caress the curve of my ass. I felt a strange warmth growing in my core the more he touched me.

  "Spread your legs," he growled. I pushed my legs together tightly. He pushed down with his knee again, pushing the air out of my body again.

  "Will you just relax and enjoy this, Daisy?" a familiar masculine voice asked, the sinister growl gone. My eyes shot open. Lance was supposed to be at work, but instead he was here. My fear disappeared quicker than lightning, excitement and lust quickly replacing it. He thinks I am Daisy, I thought. We looked similar enough that, in the darkness, there would be no way to tell.

  I tried to
yell around the gag, to tell him that I was Cammy, but I couldn't. I had a huge crush on Lance, and I knew this might be my only opportunity to be with him. I tried once more to yell through the gag, but he just shushed me and kept touching my skin. I closed my eyes again, ready to play the game...

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  "You know, I wonder how different my life would have been if I had ended up with a girl like you, instead of a business woman. Innocent. Youthful. Loves to play with my kid. I think I would have ended up a lot happier."

  While he said all this, his fingers continued to stroke up and down my arm. I could feel the hairs on my arm begin to rise up, and I shuddered a little bit with how good it felt. I almost forgot where I was for a moment- and then I snapped back to reality. I knew this was wrong, that I shouldn't be feeling like this towards the man I was babysitting for.

  I put my wine glass down on the coffee table and stood up, walking towards the door. "I really should be going," I said, walking past him.

  His hand shot out and grabbed me by the arm. It was the same strong grasp that he had given to me earlier, and I felt myself going weak in the knees. "Stop," he commanded, and I could hear him breathe in my scent again. I had already been breathing in his scent, but now it was even stronger, and I found myself wanting him. I locked eyes with him, and the hungry look in his eye made me more than a little scared.

  "It's dark out, and your house is too far away to walk home alone at this hour. Sit down, finish your wine, I promise you won't be sorry that you did."

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  Cassandra Zara is a young woman in her 30s who has wanted to write the kind of fiction she’d like to read for a long time. It may sound cliché, but she really does love long walks on the beach with her husband. Her new baby keeps her plenty busy, but she's overjoyed to have people who enjoy her work.

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