Invited Intruder

I finally settle down in my bed. Though I'd promised him months ago to leave any 'electronics' downstairs to help me sleep, tonight I feel as though communication may be important.

Besides, I need to read what he's written (his demand, if you like) and follow his instructions to the letter. However, he also said I can resist if I'm uncomfortable with what he's written. If that's the case (and resisting his insistent sexual advances is a rarity!) I've decided that I will pull on something akin to a Wincyette nightie and give the 'observation cameras' the thumbs down (he's someone who seems unable to take 'no' for an answer, so I need to be as clear as possible.)

The 'Observation Cameras'? He'd offered me 'CCTV' many years ago. He came and set it up and got it working. I'd suggested that it should be near the front door.

"What the fuck are you talking about? This is going in your fucking bedroom!"

I had, as with virtually everything he ever said, accepted it as if it were perfectly normal and the feeling of being constantly monitored and observed by him (and instructed by him) was and is, I have to admit, delicious and always a huge turn on.

Knowing that there's even a vague possibility of a visit from my younger, virile and seemingly insatiable lover fills my stomach with butterflies and my pussy is twitchy. And the thought of him entering me creates wetness as though my sexual tap has been turned on.

Before I finally retired for the night, I had followed his 'pre-bed' instructions.

After allowing the dogs out for a quick stroll around the garden, I put them downstairs in my semi-basement kitchen out of the way (he didn't want them barking if he arrived 'unexpectedly'. Or worse, if they mistook him for an unwanted intruder.)

Then I brewed myself the special tea he'd had delivered some days earlier. It was pleasant to taste and the warmth was welcome as I involuntarily shivered for some inexplicable reason. I stared out of the window briefly and the darkness outside from my half-basement window seemed impenetrable.

'Is someone watching out there'? I wondered.

I normally feel safe and secure but tonight there'd already been an edge. He wouldn't do anything...foolish, would he?

I then dug out the small tablet he'd also delivered. I'd been less than happy about this but he assured me he'd never give me anything that would harm me. Anyone watching me with the pill in my hand, contemplating ingesting it on the say-so of my controlling partner would be screaming at me and asking me what the hell I thought I was doing? I'd asked myself that same question many times. I went to the sink and picked up a glass, filling it with water and knocking back the pill before I could change my mind.

I bade the dogs a good night and I came upstairs to the ground floor and then opened the enormous and impressive front door. I gingerly walked down the stairs and placed the front door key behind the cat statue which stood in the prickly bush. A twig snapped and I jolted upright, not breathing. Again, I stared into the blackness; the overgrown and over-bearing bushes crowding in on me. Beyond them was the orange hue of street-lighting. After the briefest of pauses, I quickly hopped up the stairs and firmly closed the door now wondering if I'd imagined it.

I waited, looked at the mat and concentrated my attention on hearing sounds from the garden.

Nothing.

I slowly climbed the stairs and carried out my nightly routine of showering; the hot water and liquid soap immediately relaxing me. My hands went effortlessly to my breasts, enjoying their fullness. Then I ventured down to my pussy, pushing a finger inside and pressing against my clitoris; my mouth opened and I let out a tiny gasp. I took a razor and let it glide over my already perfectly bare pussy to attempt ultimate Barbie-style smoothness. Again, I gasped as I remembered his tongue urgently lapping at my bare pussy. I dried myself and brushed my teeth trying to calm my beating heart.

I strode into my room, naked and proud. I plugged in my phone and then made sure that the special vibrator with the sucking clitoral stimulator was charged as per his instructions. At last I was ready to read his prose.

I climbed into bed, still naked: Clothing decisions (he'd said, cryptically) could be made after the story had been digested.

So here I am, ready. My breathing should be calm but somehow the fluttering in my pussy is affecting my ability to take in air. I can feel my cheeks flushing and I'm aware of feeling slightly overheated. I throw the duvet off my toned legs, leaving some duvet covering my tummy. I begin to feel a little heavy lidded too and begin to wonder what was in the tea I brewed. And what was in the tablet I took down in the kitchen? I'm still convinced he'd do nothing outlandish or...dangerous?

I dismiss all of this and just put my seemingly soaring temperature down to excitement and trepidation.

I read the story which immediately awakens me!

It's a story of...me. My life (or at least an aspect of it) with some sudden deviances into fantasy ('As if...' I say at one point.) It feels almost like a new genre of eroticism. Tailor-made for those who enjoy the game of 'control' in a safe environment. But he is a good writer and I'm suitably turned on by the time I finish. I'm desperate for him to come to me sooner rather than later. After I've finished reading, I stare at the ceiling for a while and then throw the covers off and climb out of bed. I quickly check my cupboards and find some sky-high heeled knee length boots. I also dig out a sexy, tiny thong. I pull both on feeling a little ridiculous at the idea of wearing boots in bed but those were his instructions (and I DO feel sexy wearing them.) I grab the sucking vibrator which I place on the night stand next to the bed and climb back in, pulling the covers over me.

There's a ping from my phone.

I read.

"Very nice and I'm glad you've decided to bow to my demands!"

I smile and moisture flows freshly to my already wet pussy.

Another message.

"Before you go to sleep, I want you to show me obedience. I want you to go downstairs. Go out of the front door, down your steps, across your gravel drive and walk once around your car. Then come back. Don't put any extra clothes on."

I laugh out loud. He's watching, no doubt, and I hope he hears me because that is a laugh I use when I have no intention of...

Another message.

"Do it now. It might save you from a rougher night later."

I pause for a moment.

Something in his words makes me nervous and not just for the obvious reason of not wishing to go out in the cold night air almost completely naked. There's steel in his words.

I throw the covers off again. I have decided to accept his challenge but I need to do it quickly before I change my mind and realise I'm being stupid.

I walk down the stairs, quietly giggling and shaking my head at the absurdity. My high heels, clomp a step at a time. The air becomes cooler as I approach the front door and my nipples protrude and harden (as much a reaction to the situation as the cooler air.)

After the briefest of pauses, I gingerly open the door and peak out. The night is silent apart from a distant car engine. As I attune my ears, I can hear distant laughter coming from the park - young people, no doubt, enjoying their mild civil disobedience.

Satisfied that the coast is clear, I step out. There are three security cameras out here and I know he'll not only be watching, he'll be expecting me to scamper across with one arm covering my huge tits. So I decide to pull my shoulders back and push my tits out. I walk down the stone steps and onto the gravel. My heels crunch and the sound seems deafening in the still air. At the bottom of the stairs, I'm largely hidden from view; bushes and small trees protecting me from all sides. I begin, walking proudly and confidently across the gravel. Halfway to the car I stop as I hear a car turn into my quiet road. I wait for it to pass by, confident that I'm in the shaded part of my garden and hidden behind a high wall and more foliage. Once it's passed by, I press on.

As I approach the wooden gates of my drive, I pause again, straining my ears to hear any approaching footsteps or any further cars.

I decide to do the difficult bit first.

My car is parked in the drive, nose-first. Walking around the back of the car means I will be some two to three feet from the very public footpath next to the road. On the other side of the road is another path and beyond that the giant gated park. Anyone walking or driving (or staring through the iron railing of the park) would see me. I calculate that I will be 'exposed' for about two to three seconds.

I'm by the gate, leaning. I know that if I suddenly hear someone walking by whilst standing here, I can duck down and will be hidden from view as they stroll by. My heart is thumping. This next move feels like a bungee-style 'leap-of-faith' but I tell myself I'm being silly and that it'll be over quickly if I can just steel myself.

But I'm not moving a muscle and I'm barely controlling my breathing. All of my senses are alive and switched on as I as I attempt to make sure I will remain invisible to those outside my walls.

I look down at my nakedness. My nipples are harder and more pointed than I've ever seen them. The streetlight catches my skin and I have goosebumps. But the sight of my toned and naked body is clearly an aphrodisiac as I feel a wave of wet warmth flood my pussy and I squirm, letting out a relaxing breath.

I'm finally ready.

I take a breath and quickly walk toward the car. The left side of my body is exposed to the street and orange lighting of the streetlamp while my right side brushes the back of the car.

Almost at the corner of my car, I place my hands on the its spoiler to pull myself around to the relative safety of the far side (where more undergrowth will help to hide me.)

I feel it before I hear it.

Someone whistles. A builder's whistle of approval by the sound of it. Mortified, I carry on as quickly as I can to the front of the car before turning and hunkering down, embarrassed.

"Fuck!" I curse my 'master'.

I poke my head out and see a man, relatively young-looking, leaning against the gates of the park opposite, glaring into my garden, clearly searching with his eyes for the naked woman he's just seen. He seems to be staring straight at me but I know he can't possibly see me.

I watch with growing horror as he crosses the road, nonchalantly checking for traffic.

Panic grips me and I don't know what to do.

Behind me is a small garden area with a covering of grass. To my left is the gravel drive over which I've just walked and the relative safety of my house. But if I go now, he will see me. And worse, as I'm in high heels, he would stand a good chance of catching me and dragging me away...or inside.

Using the car as a shield, I step back, keeping low. My calf muscles are screaming as my feet are at an extreme angle but pain is the least of my worries. The fir tree brushes my skin and I hug into it, hoping that it will offer protection. I keep backing away, grateful that I'm no longer on the give away gravel, until I'm fully in the garden. My kitchen is down some steps to my left but the door is locked; the garden shed is behind me.

I pause for a brief moment and catch sight of him. He has stopped at the threshold of my property and is straining his neck like an over-sized Meerkat clearly wanting to catch a glimpse of me again. I suspect that he's aware of not stepping onto my property. To do so would, in effect, be trespass and he appears to hesitant to break any laws.

I watch.

He's looking this way and that; hunkering down to see if he can see my feet. I'm confident that he won't come any closer.

He steps forward and his foot crunches into the gravel.

"Fuck!" I say under my breath.

He stops then takes another step and is behind the car. He's muttering but he's too quiet and too far away to make sense of.

My position, in more ways than one, is pure darkness. No street lights penetrate here and I'm thankful that the moon is not out tonight. However, I realise that the relative safety of the shed; in fact the area in which I now find myself now means that I am trapped. There is only one way out and my intruder is, perhaps unwittingly, blocking it.

Never the less, I back away, confident I can't be seen.

I'm now at the shed and I want to yank the door open and get inside but the noise of the warped door would attract his attention for sure. There is a small gap to the rear of the shed between it and the high wall that is the border between me and my neighbour. I squeeze myself in, my tits comically pushed against me. I'm halfway in and halfway out and before I can hide myself entirely, I hear his footsteps start again. From his body language, I believe he thinks I'm at the front of the car, crouching. He takes quick steps as if trying to surprise me then stops, gravel spraying with the stopping force.

'Bang!'

The intruder is clearly startled by this and lets out a 'Fuck!' as if in shock.

I wonder what has happened but quickly realise that the front door, which I'd left open, has managed to catch a gust of wind and has closed itself. The dogs are now barking and some relief floods my veins as I see a possible way out.

I watch as he disappears from around the front of the car and crosses the drive. He's out of view for all of fifteen, maybe thirty seconds. I suspect he's now walked to the front door and is listening. I hear his footsteps again and he finally appears at the rear of the car, next to the pathway. Giving a last, longing look at the house, he skulks off, up the hill and away from the centre of town.

I wait a minute and then squeeze out of my hiding place. The dogs are still barking but are slowly calming themselves.

I push tentatively and silently forward and reach the front of the car, crouching.

The 'game' begins again as I try to assess whether anyone is around.

After listening for what feels like an age, I move across the gravel. Each crunching footstep gets me away from being exposed at the drive entrance, closer to the taller trees and bushes and closer to my door and safety.

I make it to the bottom of the steps and I am just about to crouch to retrieve the key when I look up. The door is as it was; slightly ajar and open. Even though my goosebumps have returned and I'm almost completely naked, I ponder what may have happened. Is it possible that the door closed and then, somehow didn't 'latch'? But if that was the case, surely the 'intruder' would have ventured inside. He might have seen the combination of a naked woman in high heels and an open door as an invitation (if I assume that he thought I was inside.) But then, perhaps he was frightened off by my barking dogs.

I had every intention of retrieving the key and emailing my 'master' and telling him he'd have to knock on the door whenever he arrives as I'm slightly freaked out at the thought that the young intruder possibly saw me hide the key, but I decide to be brave and just put everything down to a string of coincidences. Besides, I LOVE it when my master arrives in the small hours and forcibly takes me when I'm only half awake, calling me a 'whore' and telling me how I 'love to be fucked' and that I'm desperate for 'cock' at any time (all those statements, when it comes to him, are completely true.)

When I get back upstairs, I look at my phone. There are several one line messages from him, some of which seem panicked.

"WTF?"

"WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?"

"JESUS!! I was wondering what had happened to you!"

"That was close, wasn't it!"

His last message is typical of his outlook when it comes to me.

"I bet you're fucking turned on at the thought of someone wanting to see you naked aren't you? You're such a slut! Love it! I'll see you soon! Get some sleep. You may need it!"

I smile. I figured out long ago that I'm almost entirely desensitised to this outrageous situation now. I don't even flinch at virtually any suggestion these days. Women of my age are knitting and playing bridge. I'm squeezing into clothes that some twenty year olds would think inappropriate and having regular sex games and performing my nightly rituals to an adoring audience of one (I hope!) via a small camera.

Back in bed and as my pulse and temperature return to normal, I can feel my cheeks heating again and there's a tingling in my pussy while at the same time my eyelids are growing heavy.

I turn out my light and begin the process of trying to find a comfortable position; a process that usually take ten to fifteen minutes but within seconds I'm drifting into a deep slumber.

I awake slowly. I've been dreaming vividly and I'm confused; my head fuzzy.

My hands reach for my breasts. Clearly my dream was sexual and I cup my breasts and feel moisture in my pussy. In my confused state I don't realise that I feel a lot of moisture. In fact I feel pressure on my clit. I try and force myself fully awake as I begin to figure out that I'm being violated by a talented tongue. I focus again and now feel hands; one on my stomach pulling at the top of my vagina to fully expose my red hot clit and the other cupping my left buttock, the thumb forcing my left leg wide.

I look down. The duvet is covering my welcome intruder. I try to pull the duvet off but as I'm about to attempt it, a wave of deep and delicious orgasmic spasms hit me like a train and I'm bucking and gasping; my body twisting and turning in delicious and undiluted pleasure. The tongue keeps its pressure on my pussy, offering a fluttering presence in between glorious long tongue strokes over my entire pussy area.

"Stop! Argghhhhh! Stop! Oh!! Too much!"

He continues unabated and though the waves of my orgasm lessen, the distilled attention to my pussy is delectable. He has really been practicing or has seen some 'technique' videos. He's never got me so deep before!

"Arrgghhh! Oh fuck. Yes! Arrgghh!"

Amazingly, for one who is usually quite hard to 'bring off', I'm falling quickly into another orgasm and my hands instinctively reach for my breasts. I bring a hand to my mouth; covering it as though ashamed of pleasure!!

"Ohhhhhh Fuck, yes!!"

I'm twisting and turning again as another powerful wave hits me.

I turn to my right and notice the door opening. My eyes widen as my young lover steps in, smiling. He is naked and his cock is already fully engorged and angry.

I'm now very confused but maintain eye contact.

I see his eyes move to the mound underneath the duvet and then back to me.

He kneels onto the bed and pushes his cock to my mouth and, without questioning him, I take as much as I can into my grateful mouth; my pumped up lips trying to wrap themselves around the shaft.

"Dirty fucking whore!" He says.

My eyes are on his as I suck his cock (I know he loves this.)

"You love the cock, don't you? You fucking slut!"

With that he grabs my head and starts to force as much of his cock as he can into my mouth, making me gag as it hits the back of my throat. He holds it there for a few seconds and releases me. I gasp.

"Please..."

He ignores me and places his cock back in my mouth and starts to fuck it mercilessly. I try and get extra saliva all over it and start making noises to show him I'm both enjoying it and that I'm struggling to cope.

After a few minutes of this (and STILL my pussy is being treated to wonderful tongue intrusion) he pulls out.

"Right. We haven't got long. It's time to finally give you what I know you want. Come on."

The 'come on' is directed at the one under the duvet who immediately stops.

My master pulls the duvet off and a masked man stares back at me. I have no idea who he is. His dark skin seems to point to someone of mixed race and I wonder if he's once again recruited a guy we used months and months ago (someone I asked specifically never to use again.) However, I'm beginning to change my mind having experienced his tongue skills.