told in first person omniscient
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I had gone to bed early, my skincare routine done, and freshly shaved and showered. I put my pj's on, the fabric felt very soft against my smooth skin. The odour of my moisturiser had filled the air as I got settled in bed.
I was on my phone for a little, 'a little' turned into a couple hours, my parents must've fallen asleep a while ago. The house was silent, but my eyes just wouldn't shut. I guess I could touch myself before I fall asleep.
I typed in a website and found a video I like. I reached my hand down, tracing my body as I got there. My hands ran over my breasts, squeezing them slightly; then over my tummy, down to my pussy through my panties. One hand held my phone and the other worked over my clit through the soft fabric. A couple videos later my and a couple fingers deep in my cunt, my stomach tensed as I came. My head fell back into the pillow overcome with pleasure, my legs shook as I pulled my fingers out. After a few breaths I got up to get myself cleaned up.
As I was walking to the bathroom, for a split second I thought I noticed a figure outside my bedroom window. It was dark, and maybe my eyes were adjusting from looking at my phone, it was probably nothing. I brushed it off as if it never happened. I wash my hands and clean up down there. I walk back to the bed and noticed that the window was cracked open a bit,
"Huh, I guess I left it open," I had thought to myself before shutting it.
I get back under the covers, set my alarm for the morning, and close my eyes. This time it was a lot easier to get to sleep; my body started to loosen, and my eyes started to feel heavy. After what felt like a couple minutes, I tossed and I turned and I fell asleep.
He pushed my closet door open, and walked over to my bed. He was there for a while after I had washed my hands.
So there
was
someone outside my window.
I guess I was too dazed to see him. He was watching me through my room window as I was touching myself. He grew harder and harder by the minute.
He walked closer to the bed as he gripped himself through his trousers. He pulled my comforter off of me. His tall form overshadowed me as he brought his hand down to my shirt. He pulled it causing my tits to spill out of the neckline. His thumb grazed my nipple, now hard due to the exposure of the cold air. I was laying on my back as both of my nipples were now erect. He took my limp arm and brought my hand to touch his erection. He grinded against my palm for a bit, he was getting harder, precum started to ooze out.
He unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out and stuck the tip near my mouth that was slightly agape. He could feel my warm breath on it. He angled it down and into my mouth slowly in an attempt to not wake me up. Pushing it in, he fought the urge to ram the whole thing to the back of my throat. His fingers ran through and petted my hair as he put his cock in my mouth. It was getting too sensitive now.
He hopped on the bed and straddled my torso. Immediately I woke up. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and stuck his cock back into my mouth before I could make a noise. I was gagging on his cock as he fucked my unprepared throat, he could feel my knees kicking into his back. He stopped, pulling his cock out of my mouth. I was so out of breath, I could feel the cool air against the wetness of my tears that rolled down my temples. As I was gasping for air he grabbed a pillow from beside me and smothered my face with it. Pushing down hard against my face, I was thrashing for a second to breathe.
"Listen slut, I'm going to have my way with you, you better not make a single sound or I will not hesitate to beat the shit out of you... When I take this pillow off your mouth I better not hear fucking noise, do you understand that, cunt?,"
I could feel something cold press against the area between my breasts. I was kicking and grabbing onto anything I could. All I could do was nod profusely under the pillow, I wanted so badly to breathe. As he took the pillow off I couldn't see clearly, I felt a sharp pain on my chest, he cut me slightly. I looked up and straddling my chest was a man dressed in all black with a ski mask on.
"I told you, I'm going to have my way with you, but it's honestly cute to see you put up a fight, c'mon fight a little more, baby; awh its so cute, try one more time," He falsely cooed as I continued to fight back and push against his chest.
As I pushed, he took each one and pushed me back down, it felt hopeless after a couple tries. He took some rope that he brought with him and tied my hands above my head and around the headboard. I brought my knees back trying with everything to keep fighting back. He smacked me across the face a couple times causing me to halt everything I was doing,
"You difficult bitch, I told you that if you keep that up, I would have to hit you, stop or I'll have to hurt you more than I need to," He brought the knife back to my chest, running it down to my hip and nicking it.
I winced at the feeling. I tried to stop crying and situate myself.
"Who are you?," I whimpered.
"This dumb bitch can't seem to grasp the concept of the mask" He thought to himself.
"I could be anyone, sweetheart. You could know me, or maybe you don't. But I know you, I know you very well," His hands traced over my bare waist. "I've been watching you for a while now," He had been following me. Looking at me when I changed, got ready in the morning, and on my way to work and school.
