The man in the orange jumpsuit moved under the window. In the afternoon light, the woman inside the kitchen was focused on her task. She was at the kitchen sink taking care of dishes. She did not know that yards away the man crept around the side of the house to the back door. He tried the knob, and it turned. Soon he was inside. Quietly, he made his way through the house. He could hear noises ahead. A few quiet steps down the hallway brought him to the kitchen's threshold. Beyond it he could see a woman with her back to him. He licked his lips. It was time.
"Don't scream." His voice commanded.
Tara could feel a strong hand over her mouth, a firm body pressing her against the cabinet, and something firm pressed against her side. She felt the hot breath of the man commanding her on her cheek.
"Nod if you understand." The voice commanded again.
She did.
"Good." He affirmed.
She could feel the firm object withdrawn. She could tell he was reaching for something. His hand was replaced by one of her long dish towels. It parted her lips and was tied firmly. Another dish towel was rolled and tied over her eyes. He guided her wrists together behind her back. She felt him untie the belt of her apron.
"I love a woman in an apron." He whispered as he bound her wrists. He let go of her arms and backed away, but kept one firm grip on her upper arm. She could feel his warm palm on her bare skin. She could also feel his gaze on her, too. After years of marriage and several children her body had a few more curves than when she first got married. She had attractive womanly curves which could be seen through her light shorts and t-shirt under her apron. She was dressed for being at home. Her shoulder length dark brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Her soft highlights streaked through the length of her locks.
Tara could hear him opening and closing kitchen drawers.
"Here we go." She could hear him pull something from the drawer.
He turned her around towards the kitchen island. It was a bit lower than the sink. He bent her over at the waist. Tara felt the cold stone top against her thin shirt and apron. He lifted her up so that her feet left the floor. With her arms bound she was unable to move. She was at his mercy.
"You are the warden's wife, right?" He asked. She could feel him binding her legs around her ankles. When he finished the knot, he tickled the inside arch of her feet. "I know you cannot answer. I know that you are." He stood back up.
"He has had me locked away for almost five years. You know what it is like to not even smell a woman for five years?" He pressed his hardness against her ass and leaned forward towards her.
"You are going to find out." His voice was on the way to being a sinister whisper.
Tara could feel him tugging at the bottom of her shorts. Cold metal touched her leg and moved up with a snip sound. He was cutting her shorts off with her scissors.
"What an exquisite ass you have." He said as what was left of her shorts fell to the floor. He slapped one cheek. Tara did not expect that. She grunted through her gag. He slapped her other ass cheek. A few more slaps had her skin stinging. Tara could not move. Her body was on top of the kitchen island and her feet were dangling. All she could do was take it.
The slapping stopped. His hands parted her legs and she felt the warm wetness of his tongue search for her pussy. His tongue flicked and caresses her. He was aggressive and her body responded. She could feel herself getting wet. His pent up sexual frustration was aimed at her. He was almost too rough. He lapped at her wet clit like an oversexed puppy. She could feel herself building. Then he stopped.
"It is fuck time now." He announced.
Tara could feel his hardness slide between her thighs and into her. She was powerless to resist. He was behind her and kept sliding in until he was deep inside her.
"Oh fuck yeah. You like this?" He started pumping her.
His hands groped her ass then settled on grasping her hip line slightly pulling her to him as he thrust into her. Tara could hear the slapping of his pelvis as it hit her ass.
"Do you like this my little slut?" He reached forward and grabbed her pony tail with a tug. He kept going hard as only a desperate, horny man can do. Her wetness was starting to drip down her legs. Tara moaned, it sounded more like a whimper. She could not help it. Her body was responding to the stimulation. He let go of her hair and held the binding that joined her wrists.
"Ride 'em cowboy!" He let out a laugh. "I love riding you little filly." His slapped an ass cheek. "Does that fat old warden fuck you like this?"
He buried his cock in deep; almost uncomfortably deep, as he pressed her body against the big kitchen island. His tempo quickened again leading him to start grunting and groaning.
"Oh yeah!" He moaned. "I'm gonna cum."
With that she felt his cock unload deep inside her. He pumped a few more times, panting hard. She could feel a full load of his seed inside her. He pulled out and backed away. Tara felt cold as the air hit her. Her thighs and ass were moist with sweat and both of their bodily fluids. She could feel his cum dripping from her down her leg.
She could hear the refrigerator open.
"Niiiccee!!" Her captor said. A top popped and a fizzle sound followed.
"You are such a tight little fuck. I think we need to take this somewhere else."
