Pulling up to the house I notice his car is not home. Disappointed I make my way up to our front porch and open the door. I notice that my cats are upstairs and quiet, strange for this time of day; usually they are playing and waiting for me to get home.
I kick off my shoes with a sigh. I've decided I need to do something to make life a little less boring around here. Maybe I need to plan a romantic evening for us, a nice quiet evening to ourselves, maybe a good movie and some good fucking. We'd both been busy over the past couple of days, greeting each other as we were leaving the house or coming home to bed.
All horny again, I walked into the bedroom to change clothes and maybe have a nice hot shower, play with myself until I can decide if he's going to be home super late again or not. I had just shut the door and reached for the light switch when I felt a hand covering the light switch. I let out a small yelp as I was forcibly thrown on to our bed. I was trying to think desperately who was in our place. No one else had keys I know for a fact that he was not home because his car was not home.
I struggled on the bed, but there was a hand on the back of my neck keeping me down. Whoever it was had a quick hand because with me lying on my stomach on the bed, I was undressed in no time. I started to panic, trying to kick my legs and hit whoever was behind me. I was covered quickly with a large male body and rendered immoveable.
I felt the hand on my neck start to caress slowly. Then he was whispering low and deep in my ear that I had nowhere to go and I should not fight but to accept what was about to happen. I reacted badly to that, I started to struggle harder and try to lift my face off the mattress so I could yell for help or tell whoever it was my boyfriend was going to be home any minute now and he was going to be in big trouble.
My head lifted off the mattress briefly but before I could yell anything, there was one of my scarves tied around my mouth. Now I really started to panic. But in all this panic I could feel my pussy twitch and start to get moist. I couldn't believe it, here I was in my own apartment about to be violated by a stranger and I was getting excited.
A hand ran down from my neck, down my spine and inserted itself between my legs. Strong fingers were caressing me, sliding around the moistness that was soon growing. Before long I was bucking my hips against those fingers that felt so damn good on my clit. It obviously had been way too long if this stranger was making me all hot and wet. Before long the hand moved and was replaced with a fat thick cock. It jolted me back to reality when I realized it was not the one I wanted and I started to fight again, hoping for an escape.
I heard a chuckle and the whispers started over again, trying to tell me this is really what I wanted. I did want it, but not with this stranger, and I was not about to lie docilely while he violated me. I heaved up with everything I had and I must have caught him off guard because I actually got him to roll off of me, but before I could go far I was pushed further face down into the mattress and my legs were being held open by his tucked inside mine. He lifted my ass off the bed and with a hand on my neck he slid into me. I could not get him off of me, and I started to feel lost and hopeless. He was invading every intimate feeling I had ever had and this position was always one of my favorites because it was exactly that, dominance and submission, not just about being fucked but being taken, body and soul.
