A dark shadow pinned her against the wall the minute she walked through her front door, a black-gloved hand covering her mouth to stop her scream of fear. The heady aroma of leather filled her nostrils as she sucked in air through her nostrils and she trembled slightly in alarm.
His body, larger than anything she had felt previously, pressed tightly against her smaller frame, holding her immobile in both size and power. A shiver of fear had ran through her at first, a momentary fight for freedom against a chest that felt akin to a solid brick wall shifted forward even more, flattening out her tits like pancakes.
And then as a pair of the most gorgeous set of green eyes locked onto her own, nearly taking her breath away, a flicker of excitement ran through her. Right then and there, Cara Edmondson knew he was here to rape her.
He leaned back slightly, one gloved hand still over her mouth, the other reaching up for her shirt collar, grasping hold the silky material completely uncaring of the price she might have paid for it. And his face, hidden behind a ski mask, except for those incredible eyes was now only a breath away from her own.
"If you scream I'll hurt you." He hissed and Cara nodded in understanding.
He jerked her forward by her shirt after at last uncovering her mouth and easily dragged her along with him toward the kitchen, deeper inside the house, away from windows and doors.
There he had turned her to face him. Again, those green eyes flashing hungrily toward her ample breasts clearly outlined behind the blouse and then back up to her own. Pushing her back onto the kitchen table, Cara could see that it was the perfect height for him as her hips would be nearly even with his own.
"Do not move." He hissed behind the mask as he reached forward, shoving the hem of her skirt up and over her hips, bunching it around her waist.
The instant she felt him lowering her panties Cara felt the lubrication of excitement ooze from between her folds. Those green eyes had lifted back to her own, showing a trace of humor in their depths when he saw the slick juice of her desire.
Without a word he pulled her slightly forward, her rear end now at the very edge of the table, her knees bent and her feet planted firmly upon the heavy wood. It opened her up like a dew-covered flower to his gaze.
One of those gloved hands moved between her outstretched thighs, a leather fingertip sweeping through the silky lubrication and Cara nearly bolted off the table with the feel of it.
"You actually want this don't you?" He asked, his voice held a trace of surprise, watching her soft folds quiver at his touch.
"No." Cara lied as that finger now swept up against the crevice between her protruding lips, hitting her swelling clit and Cara moaned loudly in pleasure, her hips arching instinctively upward.
"Put it in, please." She begged as he continued tracing around her, teasing her entrance by delving only a tiny fraction of his finger inside. Cara's lubrication continued to flow, heavier and heavier, saturating the leather of his glove.
"Please, put it in!" She cried in desperation, a flame so hot licking up through her insides it threatened to engulf her. And in the next instant, Cara's back arched and her hips bucked upward in sheer delight as he pushed his finger roughly into her, glove and all.
"Oh...uh...uh!" She cried in pleasure as his hand gave her the most luscious finger fuck she had ever received in her adult life. And within minutes her muscles clamped down around the already saturated leather as she orgasmed heavily.
"Damn!" He growled in surprise at how hard she climaxed and knew that once he drove his dick inside her it was going to be a wild ride.
Cara could only moan softly as the pleasuring ripples continued to move up her body and then she heard the zipper of his slacks lowering, signaling that he was ready to rape her. Another flash of excitement shot from her pussy to her brain and Cara, using her elbows, pushed herself up from the table just in time to see his dick tumble from inside the dark material.
Her eyes rounded in total astonishment at its size. He could not have been less than eight inches, closer to nine she guessed and thick. Really thick, she swallowed past the lump in her throat. The purple head was looking at her, larger than anything she had ever seen, almost wicked looking in size. The skin around him was tight and shiny and instantly she was reminded of a large piece of steel.
"Oh man!" She breathed deeply in anticipation of having that thing inside her and watched in almost fascination as he took hold of himself and aimed it toward her trembling pussy.
He moved that monstrous head against her, using her own fluid to lubricate himself, the feel of his thickness against her stimulating her even more. And then he was pressing against her opening even as she watched.
