I really hate the dark. Trouble is from November onward it is dark by the time I get off the tube for the short walk to my front door. The pavement seemed more like a dark alley than a busy suburban street and my heels click-clacked eerily loud on the wet stone floor but at least it had stopped raining and I didn't need my brolly. It was then I first heard the sound of footsteps behind me!
They weren't from another woman, too muffled for high heels unlike mine which seemed to signal 'girl alone' to all and sundry, I attempted a quick look behind me but could not see anyone, maybe I was imagining it after all. I had side-stepped a puddle but the feet behind me didn't and the splash was unmistakeable, someone was definitely behind me, my stomach churned slowly like a cement mixer. "Stay calm," I told myself, not far to my door, just a couple of hundred yards. I looked around for someone else but there was no-one, not a soul, just parked cars and everyone in their houses with welcoming lights blazing all around me.
I tried not to make so much noise but five-inch stilettos don't do quiet and it seemed deafening, I quickened my pace but a tight pencil skirt only allows a short step but I strode out as fast as I could. I was suddenly conscious of my breasts like bellows inside my tightly buttoned jacket, I had no coat because it was actually reasonably warm for autumn and I felt really overdressed. I like clothes, I have masses of them, mostly fairly expensive business suits like the one I was wearing, dark blue with a faint pinstripe running through the cloth.
I cursed the skirt wishing I had worn the matching trousers I had made with the suit, I could have got a much faster move on and I probably wouldn't have felt so vulnerable. The footsteps were really close behind now, too close for comfort but I daren't look around, just keep going not far now. Damn the skirt! I had worn it to show off during a presentation I had given to a group of mostly men from my department, I love my legs and I know a lot of the guys do judging by the direction of their eyes when I cross them. But now I really wish I had gone for the trousers.
Should I hitch it up a little so I can stride better? "Come on Katie, stop being so paranoid, whoever it was probably lived in the same direction as me, get a grip," I rebuked myself.
Five doors away, four, three, two, god my keys, why had I not got them out before now? The footsteps behind were almost on top of me. I turned sharp into my doorway, fingers trembling with the key in the lock, a couple of cars tearing along the street, near but so far away. The lock turned really slowly but the door gave and I was pushing my way in, safe at last!
The hallway was dark and I fumbled for the light clicking it on just as a force from behind propelled me into the passage, the door slamming shut behind me, the man from behind now a reality and towering over me.
"Oh god," I squealed. "Who are you, what do you want?"
For some reason I had closed my eyes when he shoved me from behind but now I opened them slowly, not really wanting to face up to what I already knew. It was a man, a tall man wearing black, all black and a ski mask. I was about to scream but a hand covered my mouth and anyway what would be the point, I lived alone and no one would hear anything. He was wearing gloves, probably leather driving gloves. He didn't hurt me just stifled what would have come from my lips.
He hadn't spoken a word. "What are you going to do to me?" I squeaked. Still he didn't say anything. He was strong, tall yet lean and obviously fit, I had no chance. Oh god, he's going to rape me! "Please don't rape me." I said in a pathetic voice.
I'm barely five foot without my heels and he was over six. He made a move and suddenly I was over his shoulder, his hand across my bottom, my hair sagging over the top of my head as he ascended the stairs effortlessly. I kicked my legs and thumped his back but it made no difference, his grip was total and in a minute he was in my bedroom and I was going backwards through the air thankfully getting a soft landing in the centre of my bed. He flicked on the light as I struggled to keep my knees together to prevent him seeing up my skirt and then propelled myself off the mattress to try and escape the inevitable but he grabbed me by the hair. I was dangling on the end of it in his grip, trying to get a foothold but my heels were going in all directions beneath me.
"Please don't rape me," I said again. His physique was overpowering and frightening in his all black clothing and I knew I had no chance to prevent him doing what he wanted to me.
"On your knees bitch!" he growled speaking for the first time through the mask, harsh and commanding. "Get down there and suck my cock."
"Please, please," I squealed, my hair seemingly about to come out by the roots, he gave me little choice but to kneel in front of him. "If I do it will you let me go?"
His grip loosened slightly. "Suck my cock bitch," he rasped. "Maybe I won't fuck you if you are good."
My head was whirling wildly, what to do for the best? If I refused he would hurt me for sure, he was too powerful to fight off and maybe he would go after I did it. My fingers played with the zip which didn't want to come down, I was trembling too much but eventually it gave and I delved inside.
God his cock was enormous! Easily the biggest I had ever seen and so hard. The throbbing shaft standing proud and in contrast to the black of his clothes, its huge angry looking purple-red bulb seeking me out. I had never seen a man's erection up close before, in fact I had only seen a couple of cocks in my life apart from videos on the internet!
My first encounter was just over five years ago on my sixteenth when a boyfriend seduced me on holiday and took my virginity, then about three years ago my then boss fucked me so I could keep my job. Instead of sacking me I agreed to him having me and bent over his desk whilst he did it. I never saw his cock just felt it, face down on his work station with him behind me grunting like a dog. I kept my job, got promoted then became his boss and sacked him almost immediately!
My only other encounter was with a guy I had met through a dating agency, he was sweet, too sweet in fact and hardly dared touch me! We had sex a few times before it fizzled out and since then, nothing. Guys seem to avoid me. They say blondes have more fun but I am one and its rubbish, maybe I come over as too bossy or aloof or even more interested in my own sex which I'm not, either way I haven't had sex for almost a year
So this was my first up-close meeting with a guy's fully hard cock and it was nothing like I had expected, his erection was steely hard giving me a stark reminder of his total domination over me. The man tightened his grip on my hair, pressing the back of my head and forcing me towards the baying animal, its shiny mushroom thing demanding to be sucked. Droplets of cum oozed from its tip and not knowing what else to do I put a hand around the base of its length, my fingers barely able to encircle its girth.
