Shelly Morgan was sitting on her bed cross-legged and painting her toenails while listening to an ambient music called Buddha-Bar. She was bopping to the tune while admiring her freshly painted nails. Suddenly her bedroom door opened and a man in a bonnet mask walked in.
"Hey don't you know how to knock?" She said turning to him with a start and lowering the volume of the music. She thought the guy was one of his two brothers playing a prank on her. But he was not and she was suddenly gripped by fear.
"Shhh," he said putting a finger to his exposed lips and crouched down next to her bed and took a good look at her. Shelly was a knockout beauty, Caucasian of mixed breed clad in a short sleeved pajama top and white panties. Her freshly-showered scent gratified the intruder's acute sense of smell.
"Take it easy baby, relax. I won't hurt you. Just do what I say, okay," he spoke in a hush tone. "And play up that music a little bit I like it."
"How old are you darling?" he asked his eyes sweeping all over her bare parts.
"Ah…19," she answered, her eyes alert and wide-eyed.
The masked man removed his gloves and slipped a hand under her open pajama top and groped her teener ‘cupper' sized-breast. He fondled its firmness and traced the stiffening fat nipple while focusing his eyes on the embroidered monogram on the left side chest of the pajama, which read Shelly.
"What's the name of the other one?" The masked man asked as his other hand groped the right breast.
Shelly caught the humor and almost cracked a smile. She shook her head and said: "That's my name, Shelly Morgan."
"I'm Rob, Rob Steele," he said. "I'm a thief, been stealing since I had baby teeth. But I think I broke into the wrong house. So will you forgive me for that?" He said still kneading her petite breasts. His voice was soothing and his feeling her breasts felt affection rather than molestation.
"Did you do anything to my parents?"
"Ah-uh. I didn't see them although I heard them busy having sex, if they're the ones in the other room." Rob paused and looked into her face. "I don't hurt people but only if I have to," he said.
"You're beautiful, you know that? And smell good…I could smell your pussy."
"What?" The word blew out of her mouth.
"Show me your tits, will you? I won't stay long."
She showed some hesitancy.
"C'mon, don't waste my time. I ain't got all night." His voice rose with an authority of a big time outlaw.
She shrugged off the cotton pajama freeing her exquisitely shaped perky breasts capped with creamy pink nipples What more could you ask? Stunningly beautiful like the rest of her. Another bolt of tremor ran through her as he leaned in and brushed his nose around each breast, sniffing over each gumdrop nipple causing them to stiffen even more.
"Lovely, lovely, hmmm," he said giving each one a gentle kiss.
"Ok cover them up now baby and come off with the panties," he commanded and watched her curvaceous hips shift about. Her pouting female center left nothing to the imagination.
"You must be 5' 8" and about a hundred and twenty pounds, you wear panties perfectly well like a lingerie model," he said knowingly as she started to hook her thumbs into the elastic band. Well Shelly was really thinking of going into modeling as many of her friends were prodding her.
"Promise you won't hurt me?" She said, a crease disfiguring her lovely face.
"Hey, I'm not here to hurt anybody. Do it now, hurry," he said and watched her slipped out of her panties and he reached for them.
"Hmmm, cotton absorbs well your pussy scent," he said as he brought the panties to his nose and inhaled its flavorful musky scent. "This I gotta bring okay?" he said pocketing the panties in his pants.
She cowered in fear and her smooth, gracefully-fingered hands piled on top of each other to cover her most intimate part.
"Get your hands off it, I wanna see it," His tone suddenly sounded menacing.
"Lie back on your elbows and open your thighs," he ordered. "Like a baby's. Come on," he urged. So she spread them out with bent knees almost flat on the bed.
"Whoa pristine pussy!" He said reaching for her pussy and fluffing the flattened caramel colored pubic hair over the pubic pad. The shaved peach-blushed pulpy lips gaped open and showed a very thick pointy clit. The petals of her inner lips rippled looking like a string purse with a slight mocha tinge over the edges.
"You didn't shave this right?" He said as his fingers brushed over the smooth labia.
She shook her head. "I whisked the hair off with the hair remover crème?"
He nodded. "Gosh, you got an incredible clit right there, huh?," he said making some sounds in his mouth. The smooth clit hood twitched beckoning to be tongue-caressed and sucked.
"Has anyone ever sucked that big clit of yours?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"Retract the hood, I want to see the clit."
She put her two fingers there and pushed back gently the delicate foreskin until the pearly pink clit shaped like a miniature penis head popped into view.
The masked intruder made a slurping sound in his mouth. "I want to put that in my martini. I bet you're still a virgin."
"How'd you know?" She whispered.
He lurched his face to her pussy and sniffed all over it wetting his nose tip as it grazed the petals of her slick pussy. The fear that he might cut off her clit drifted threateningly in her mind.
"Yes you are. I know damn pussies so well like I crack safe,"
"You smell like half baby and half vixen. I love it. What do you clean your pussy with?"
"Just soap and water," she hissed and felt she was moistening the bed sheet with her trickling wetness.
"Right. It smells divine. Now remove your hands," he said and the clit went back to its hiding. Rob petted her clit hood for awhile with his index finger until it became taut and she moaned openly. Then he placed his thumbs across each pussy lip and stretched them open exposing the juicy pink glossy interior. He smelled her once more like a butterfly fluttering over a fragrant flower. Her clit threatened to come out of its own in the open as his breath hovered over it. When she felt his lips brushed gently back and forth across the tip of her clit hood she almost cried out to him not to stop.
Finally he let go of the pussy lips and they slapped back to its place and he pushed his face away from her causing her face to exude an anguish look.
"Whimsy Pink Vanilla," he called her pussy. "An extraordinary classic. My kind of pussy."
To be appreciated is fine but Shelly's feeling at that very moment became something different. She wanted fucked hard like she'd always fantasized.
"Got a boyfriend?"
She shook her head. "I'm dating a basketball player this weekend."
"Oh yeah? Are you gonna fuck him?"
"No," she replied but sounding a bit unsure. "He's 6' 8."
"A fucking Goliath, huh? Well, sorry to bother you, darling. Wear another panty and have a good night sleep, ha?"
"The day after tomorrow I'll be so friggin' rich."
Shelly couldn't understand how he struck fear in her heart and at the same ignite a dizzying lust from her to desire a sexual encounter. She decided to tell him to stay and gratify her sudden desperate craving for human touch and loving romance.
However, time didn't permit her to gather enough strength to do it as he stood abruptly and started towards the window. For a moment, he turned back to her and said. "How come you're still a virgin?"
"My two brothers guard and watch over me like a criminal on parole," Shelly said picking up her pajama top to shield her from the blast of cool air that entered the window.
"O yeah, I wouldn't mind guarding that body of yours. See me anytime at Pier 69. I'll buy me a new boat and call it Shelly. Go look for it ha? Drop by and name what you want and I'll buy it, okay?"
Somehow the intruder's character allayed the fear in her eyes and she nodded with interest. "Bye-bye" she called after him with moist eyes as he moved towards the window. "Take care," she added and he turned back to her.
"Thanks, see you honey child," he said and shimmied his body out of the window.
