Intruder 30

I'd had just about enough. I spent the day cleaning and I was a sweaty mess. It was too hot to go outside and the pool was a disaster. The pool guy hadn't been here in a few weeks and I didn't feel like trying to figure out all those chemicals myself. So, I turned on the air conditioner and laid down on the chaise in the parlor.

I was jostled awake by a rough shove to my shoulder. "Wake the fuck up, lady. Where's the safe?"

It took a few seconds to register that I was being robbed. He had a black stocking over his head, so I couldn't see his face, but I sure did see those massive shoulders in that tight back t-shirt and the ink that covered his caramel biceps. Before my eyes could travel lower I caught a glimpse of the knife in his hand.

"I said, where's the fucking safe?"

"Don't hurt me," I screeched and he grabbed me by the arm, twisting it behind my back as he forced me to get up. I was wearing a short tank dress, it's usually much cooler to clean in, and my breasts spilled over the top, exposing my nipples. "It's in the other room."

He pushed me forward and I stumbled, landing on my hands and knees. "Get the fuck up," he growled. I looked over my shoulder then, noticing his tight Levi's that encased tight, muscular thighs and my gaze traveled north to his package. I instinctively wiggled my ass. He lunged forward, brandishing the knife and I rolled to the side and onto my back, my body pressed between the floor and the wall.

"You think this is a fucking game, lady?"

Without hesitating, I responded. "I think if you put that knife down we can both get something we want."

My chest was heaving as my excitement grew. I hadn't had sex in months. The regular pool guy quit and the new guy was a dud. My husband and I hadn't had sex in years and he rarely let me leave the house. I needed this.

His deep, sinister laugh got me off. "You crazy or something, lady?"

I didn't answer. Instead, I reached up and pulled his body down onto mine as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Fuck I was wet. I lifted my pelvis and caressed his as I tightened my thighs.

I licked and bit his neck as I gyrated my sopping pussy against his now wet jeans. "I want you to tear me open, split me in two," I breathed against his neck. He dropped the knife and ripped my dress off. Then he took off the stocking and bit my nipple, hard. He began alternating between sucking and flicking my hardened buds as he pinned my arms above my head with his hands.

His dreads were pulled back from his face and I could see his dark eyes as he glanced at me while he tortured my nipples. Oh sweet Jesus, that felt good. He held both my wrists with one hand and his other hand traveled to my aching pussy. He entered me with two fingers and pounded deep into my cavernous folds until I came in gushing waves all over his hand. My hips were bucking and I was screaming for him to not stop.

Within seconds his fingers were replaced by the longest, most talented, glorious tongue I had ever experienced. I grabbed both my feet, widening my legs to give him better access, as he put both hands under my ass, lifted me into the air and began to feast like a wild animal that hadn't eaten in months. I've always thought sloppy food tastes so much better and apparently he did too, because the more of a mess he made of me, the more we both enjoyed it.

"Lady, you've got the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted," he said as he pulled his head away and looked at me, my juices dripping off his glistening chin.

"I know," I replied, while laughing, "gimme some." He crawled up my body and shoved his tongue in my mouth as I sucked my sweet nectar into my throat.

I heard the zipper on his pants being lowered and my pussy involuntarily contracted. Then he flipped me over, grabbed my hair, pushed my face into the floor and pressed his thick cock into my wetness. I stuck my ass in the air and he grabbed my hips, diving deeper until he was buried in my guts. Now this, this is exactly what I wanted. He jackhammered my cervix until it was almost nonexistent and I was orgasming in waves that wouldn't quit.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Give it to me!" I screamed.

He buried himself further than I think even he thought was capable as he exploded inside me and our juices, now the moist exquisite, lustful mixture, dripped between my thighs and onto the floor.

"You really are crazy, lady," he said against my ear, in ragged breaths as we both lie in a messy puddle, one giant heap of sweat on the hallway floor.

I laughed. "Yeah, that's why the other pool guy quit."