Alexa ran a hand through her short blonde hair and glanced at the clock on her office wall in frustration. "Damn, only 4:28!" she thought to herself. Exactly 32 minutes until she could leave for the day, and there was nothing left for her to do. Well, there was one thing she could do, but it wasn't exactly "work-related". She had been super horny all day, and was sure the men around the office had noticed that her nipples were hard for almost the entire afternoon. Alexa hated their leering, but at the same time was somewhat turned on by it, which only exacerbated the problem. Normally she would try her hardest to save her sexual energy for her Fiancée, Chris, but today her hungry pussy couldn't be denied any longer. Checking her office door to make sure it was locked, (she didn't want a repeat of the time Tom from purchasing had walked in on her and she had to pretend that she was looking for a pen she had dropped) Alexa hiked up her skirt, slid an immaculately-manicured hand into her panties, and moaned softly.
It was nearly 7 o' clock by the time Alexa got home. Rush hour had been murder, especially with a pair of wet panties, and she had cursed herself the entire 2-hour ride home for not thinking to bring an extra pair. She noticed that Chris' Mercedes wasn't parked in the garage as she pulled in and sighed; she was still a little turned on. As if by command her phone vibrated: it was a text message from Chris:
Honey, working with a client tonight
Won't be home 'til late
Alexa sighed again, knowing that Chris wouldn't be back until at least midnight. Lately, she had begun to suspect that there was another woman, but she tried to trust her Fiancée and push those thoughts to the back of her mind. Besides, there were other matters to attend to. If Chris wouldn't be home soon, she would just have to take care of her now drooling pussy herself.
Although Alexa had came pretty hard at the office, it was much nicer to masturbate at home, to be able to really drag it out and enjoy it, and not have to resort to furiously rubbing her clit underneath the desk like a schoolgirl in heat. Here she had all her tools: her vibrator, her anal beads, and her 8-inch rubber dildo. She planned to use them all. She pulled the vibrator from her underwear drawer first, switching it on and running it along the crotch of her silk panties slowly. "Fuck, that feels good." Alexa muttered to herself as she crossed the room and lay on the edge of the bed, spreading her long legs and pulling down her undergarment. She began running the vibrator along her bare clit, getting wetter by the second. With a low moan, she inserted her middle finger into her hungry hole, making an audible squish as she buried it inside her and began pushing it in and out, in and out. She was well on her way to orgasm when suddenly - the constant low hum and vibration against her sopping clit stopped. "Goddamnit!" - The vibrator had run out of batteries. Quickly slipping on her panties in case a window was open, Alexa grabbed a flashlight from the nearby dresser and headed downstairs to find some double-As.
As she crossed the threshold of the kitchen, she heard a loud banging coming from outside - and then the sound of glass breaking. Stifling a gasp, Alexa flicked off her flashlight and ducked behind the counter, terrified. She could hear two male voices coming from near the front door, one low and gruff, and the other high-pitched and clearly exasperated.
"What the fuck did you need to do that for? I was this close to picking the lock!" the high-pitched one whined
"Because I didn't want to have the goddamn homeowner roll up on us while you spent another thirty minutes finger-fucking the lock, alright Larry? Besides, I cased the place earlier this week, there ain't no security system, So shut the fuck up."
Alexa risked a glance from her hiding spot. She saw two figures silhouetted in the open doorway, one looked to be about 5' 9' and the other was huge, close to 7 feet tall, and they were coming towards the kitchen. She took a furtive glance at the phone next to the sink; there was no way she'd reach it before the intruders made it into the kitchen. Her best bet was to crouch low and hope that they didn't notice her. The footsteps drew closer as she ducked lower. Only then noticing the small puddle between her legs, the blonde began to wish the two intruders had picked a better time to break in.
"Hold up, do you hear something?" the shorter man hissed.
"I think so, shut the fuck up for a second"
The footsteps got louder, and Alexa heard what sounded like the cocking of a gun. She tightened her grip around the flashlight, ready to use it as a weapon if need be, and put a hand over her mouth to quiet her breathing. The combination of sheer terror and the fact that she was still a little turned on made every breath sound louder than an atom bomb. She felt cold steel caress the back of her head, and let out a shriek as two strong hands grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her up. In her shock she dropped the flashlight and it rolled uselessly on the floor. Struggling against the arms restraining her, Alexa was spun around to face the larger attacker.
"Well well, who do we have here?" he rasped, reaching over to flick on the kitchen light with his gun still pointed at her. In the light she could make out both attackers' features clearly, trying to commit their looks to memory in case she survived the night. The one with the gun pointed on her had dark ebony skin, and a well-muscled body that looked like it was made for violence. He had short cornrows and a large scar on his chin. All she could make out about the one restraining her was that he was white, with red hair and a strength that belied his wiry build.
"Bitch, I asked you a question!" the one with the gun yelled.
The blonde raised her gaze to meet his, and spit at him, aiming for his scar. Her head snapped back when the back of his hand met her face, and the redhead tightened his grip on her. The black man rubbed the spittle off his chin scowling, "if you do that again, I'mma fucking kill you".
Alexa met his gaze again, scowling right back. She felt slight pressure on the small of her back; did the other one have a goddamn erection?
"Otis calm the fuck down, we can't afford to make all that noise, besides, it would be a shame to blow away such a nice piece of ass."
Now Alexa could definitely feel a stiff cock pressing firmly against her backside, and she wished like hell that she had something other than a cami and a pair of soaked panties to protect her. Otis took a step back, looking her over, and his scowl further contorted into a leer.
"Shit, you are a looker, baby. I suppose there's another way we could punish you."
"Please, don't! I'll give you anything you want! The TV, the car, I'll even show you where Chris keeps his weed, just let me go!"
"Lady, we're obviously gonna take that shit anyway!" the white guy, Larry retorted, and proceeded to run his tongue along her exposed shoulder, leaving a trail of hot and sticky saliva and making Alexa flinch in disgust.
"Sho' nuff, and if I was this Chris guy, the only thing I'd need to get high is those huge tits"
Alexa suddenly became very self-conscious, had her nipples been THIS hard the entire time, or her pussy this wet? She willed them to go down, to no avail, and saw that Otis was removing his jeans to reveal a humongous bulge that looked like it would break free from his boxers at any moment. She also noticed the small knife in his left hand and seized up again with fear. At that exact moment, she felt her panties be moved over from behind, and before she even had a chance to squirm, Larry was inside her, his cock plugging up her leaking pussy.
