Laila's Home Invasion

My name is Laila, I'm twenty-one, and I have royally fucked up this time.

You see, my parents are both attorneys, both well-off, and my dad is black and my mom is white, and I am their only child. I'm tall, five-ten, with a lighter skin tone than most black girls, and I have long black hair that curls at the tops of my shoulders. I'm attractive, I know I am, and though I have small breasts, I'm confident in both my looks and my abilities. I have an athletic build with some good muscle on me, and right now I'm on summer vacation from the university I'm attending, my field of interest being cultural studies with a specialty in racial conflict. The reason I'm saying this is because I need you to understand who I am, because I'm currently in deep shit, but I'll explain that in a bit.

My dad taught me how to use firearms at the age of ten. We practiced down at the range on weekends, though I haven't been there since I started college. Nevertheless, my training with firearms helped me catch an intruder in the house, because right now I'm the only one here. My parents are on a vacation cruise to the Caribbean, and they won't be back for five weeks. It's only been four days since they left me here to watch the house, and now I have said intruder handcuffed to the 'guest' bed in the basement, but he currently has nothing on but his black long sleeve shirt, his lower parts naked, and I'm...completely nude, straddling him. I'll have to explain this in more detail for you to get the picture, and I know what you're thinking, and...you'd be right in that thought.

This intruder is a tall, young, and attractive white man, about five-foot-eleven, kind of skinny in build, with a thin face that has the shadow of a thin beard and mustache around his equally thin lips. He has an athletic build like me, with corded muscle under his skinny arms and legs, but it's his other features that make him stand out. He has this weird eye-color that's kind of a dull-blue mixed with a grey, and he has little gold circles around his pupils, a dull eye-color with that odd feature that makes me...never mind. He has a long slash across his neck, an old red scar, and he's mute because of it. It took me some verbal jockeying with questions for him to nod or shake his head to get what little information I have on him. I know he tried to steal my mom's jewels out of my parents' bedroom, and I know he's twenty-eight, and I know that he's killed someone in the past, but it was in self-defense. That's really all I know about him.

To make a long story short...I just raped him. I just raped him, and now I'm feeling...weird about it. I was scared at first because I don't want to go to prison, but now I want more of him, and...I can't help myself. So here we are...all caught up.

"I'm going to have to do something about this," I said in a low voice.

I pulled at the bottom hem of his black long sleeve. I really wanted to take off his shirt, but I couldn't remove his handcuffs. I was not stupid.

"You stay put, criminal," I ordered. "Don't make me shoot you. I'll be right back."

I got up off of him, my pussy still wet and dripping from the incredible fucking we both just had. I picked up my dad's Glock-19 from the nearby desk, picked up the handcuff keys next to where the gun had been, and ran back up the basement stairs. My purpose was to grab the nearest pair of scissors available, so I did. I walked across the kitchen, fully nude, and took the pair of scissors out of the wooden knife block on the kitchen counter. My mom kept those scissors there to help her cut open various sacks or bags of food, but I was going to use them for something else, something that had been irritating me.

I took my father's Glock, the handcuff keys, and the scissors, and made my way back down the basement stairs. There he was, Sam, still spread-eagled upon the basement bed, handcuffed to the metal bedposts at the head of the bed. I didn't actually know Sam's name, but I called him that because it stood for 'Silent, Accepting, and Mysterious'.

Sam stared at me with an odd look in his strange, dull-blue eyes. He was looking at me as if studying me, as if trying to figure out what my motivations were. I'm pretty sure he knew at this point that I wasn't going to kill him, but I think he was trying to figure out what I was going to do next. This made me a little nervous, because his silent gaze was somewhat unnerving, but I ignored that feeling and gave into my own selfish, carnal desires.

I put the Glock and the handcuff keys back on the desk next to the bed. There was no way Sam could get either one of those items, not unless he was the reincarnation of Houdini.

He stared up at me as I straddled his bare crotch again, my vulva pressing against his limp penis. That penis had been stiff not that long ago, but he had climaxed right after I had, so it was not going to be stiff for a while, but I was patient. I'd get it hard again...That was a fact.

I took the scissors and cut into his black long sleeve from the hem up, working my way up to his collar. I split his shirt down the middle, and thankfully it was thin enough for me to cut through in an easy manner. I cut up the sleeves on his right arm and then his left, and then I removed the shredded shirt a moment later, studying his bare chest after I tossed the shredded shirt to the floor.

He had a little bit of chest hair in between his small, brick-red nipples, and he had some thick hair in each armpit, but I didn't mind that. It was the long red scar he had just under his right nipple that caught my attention. I ran my light-brown index finger along it and looked him in the eye.

"How did you get this one?" I asked.

I knew he couldn't answer that, so I asked a different question.

"Someone cut you?" I asked.

He nodded once, but he didn't take his eyes off me.

"Is that the person you killed?" I asked.

He shook his head no this time, and this bothered me. It wouldn't have bothered me as much if he had killed the person that cut him and/or slit his throat, but this answer meant he had killed someone other than his assailant, and that could have been anybody.

"I don't know anything about you, do I?" I asked.

He shook his head slowly a couple of times in a silent no. I breathed in and released this frustrated breath, because I had just fucked this man and received the 'gift' of his load in my vagina, and my brain had flown south for the winter while it had happened, because now I didn't know if he had a disease or if I was going to get pregnant, or both.

"Do you have an STD, Sam?" I asked. "You just shot your load into me. I'd like to know if I'm going to get sick or not."

He gave me an offended look and shook his head no.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "You look like you've scored quite a few..."

He shook his head no.

"No, huh?" I asked. "So you're not a ladies' man?"

He shook his head no again, but this gave me an internal sigh of relief. I would rather he be a little untouched rather than all used up. I myself had only had one boyfriend before, but we'd had sex multiple times, though that was back in high school. Now that I was in college, I didn't have anyone; I was too busy for that.

"How many women have you been intimate with before me, then?" I asked. "One?"

He shook his head no, so I tried again.

"Two?" I asked, but I received the same response. "Three...?"

He nodded twice, and I nodded in return and smiled.

"Well...I feel better now," I said. "I believe you when you say you don't have an STD...I still don't know if I'm going to get pregnant or not, though. I haven't kept track of my fertile time since I've been in college...That makes me wonder, though...Do you have any kids, Sam?"

He frowned, turned his head to his left, my right, and did not reply with a yes or no. I figured this meant he did have kids, but he did not want to mention them.

"So you do," I said.

He looked up at me and gave me a sad frown as his shoulders sank.

"One kid?" I asked, and he gave me a slow nod.

"You didn't get custody?" I asked.

He looked down and a little to his right, my left, and gave his head a bare shake, almost like he didn't want to talk about it.

"So you can't see your kid?" I asked.

He looked up at me, and I watched in strange fascination as a lone tear crawled down his right cheek from his right eye. Those weird-colored eyes looked distant, as if he were staring at something that only he could see, and what he was looking at was traumatizing, something that clearly hurt him, and it hurt him a lot.

I took in a sharp breath as I figured it out.

"Your kid died..." I said slowly.

His bare shoulders sank as a couple of more tears spilled from his dull-blue eyes.

"That's why you're not afraid of me," I said to myself.

I felt really guilty at that moment for bringing it up, like I was the one who was responsible for the death of his kid. Part of me wanted to chastise myself over raping him, but another part of me was glad that I did it, because it felt to me like he needed it, needed that wild and free sex without a chance to say no. Nevertheless, I felt a painful longing for him, and that was odd, because I didn't know him at all.

I didn't say anything for a moment. I laid down on him, wrapped my arms around his bare chest, rested my head on his shoulder for a moment, and then nuzzled the top of my head into his left cheek.

"Well, if I did get pregnant, I'd have it," I said.

My eyes widened in surprise as I sat up and stared at him, realizing at that moment what I'd just said. His dull-blue eyes were wide too; both of us were stunned at the same time.

"I don't know why I said that," I said in quick reply. "I don't even know you...Plus, you broke in and tried to steal my mom's jewels...then you stole my pussy..."

He leaned his head to his right and curled his lips down in a half-frown.

"Okay, that was my fault," I frowned. "But I asked you if you wanted to fuck me like a dog, and you nodded your head yes. That's still admissible in a court of law."

He gave me that same condescending look, only this time it looked even more prevalent.

"Oh, shut up," I scowled. "You loved it...You know you wanted it...Oh...Oh my God!...I sound like every rapist ever! What the fuck is wrong with me!"

He smiled at me in amusement of my very serious statement, but I didn't find it particularly funny.

"This is serious!" I said unhappily. "I'm not a rapist! I'm not!...I don't know what came over me...One moment I was asking you questions, and the next moment I...I was screaming at you to fuck me like a bitch dog..."

That really bothered me. I realized at that moment that I had crossed a line there was no coming back from, but one look at his amused expression changed my mind. His eyes wandered down toward his own bare crotch, and I looked behind me to see his penis slowly stiffening once more.

"You filthy little criminal!" I said in mock offense. "You did want it! Well...I'm going to have to punish you again for such terrible thoughts."

I quickly slid down his naked body and placed my head between his legs. His penis was thick in my right hand as I eagerly licked its bulbous mushroom head. His cock was fairly thick, and it was a little over six and half-inches long. It had a dark ring underneath the head where his foreskin had been circumcised when he was little, probably when he was a baby. I didn't care about that, though. I was feeling that hot and electric sensation again between my legs, that old fire was burning, and I slurped up and down his cock, felt it fully stiffen in my mouth.

I switched hands and held his engorged penis in my left as I reached back and gave my erect clit a slow and easy stroke. It felt good to work myself slowly, because rubbing too fast would make me cum, and I wasn't ready for that yet.

He inhaled sharply as I continued to give him head, slurping loudly up and down his shaft. I got the musky scent of his balls in my nose, and that caused me to release his cock and moan a little as I stroked myself faster.

I quickly got up and straddled him again, my bare vulva wet and ready to have him inside me. I kept my vulva bare, but I had a little patch of dark curly pubes just above my vulval lips, because that was how I liked it. Thinking about this made my clit throb under my dark and triangular hood, but I kept myself under control for the moment. I rubbed his penis back and forth in between my lips, not ready to put it in just yet.

"I will reform you, criminal," I warned him. "You're going to have to suffer through a special and rigorous reform program, though. It's going to be both trying and humiliating."

He raised both eyebrows as I continued to rub my soaking wet vulva over his engorged cock. I got up on my knees, raised up a little, and pulled his thoroughly lathered penis up with my right hand. I gingerly lowered my bottom onto it, gently pushed it upwards to touch my big brown anus. I moaned in both pleasure and pain as my anus spread for his thick penis, and suddenly I had the entire length of his cock up my ass.

I moved my hips back and forth as I leaned backwards to show him my bare wet pussy. I reached down with my right hand as I stroked myself with my index and middle finger. I leaned my head back and took in a deep breath from the overwhelming feeling of being filled up in my bottom. I didn't do anal often, and I was not really used to it, but I wanted to give him something special, so I was doing it now.

I looked back down at him and grinned at the surprised expression on his face.

"You weren't expecting that, were you?" I asked him.

I moved my butt side to side as I stroked myself.

"I'll have to wash your cock now before I put it back in my mouth," I grinned. "It's not every day you break into someone's house to rob it and find yourself fucking a beautiful girl in the ass instead, huh?"

He shook his head no, but I only laughed at him.

I leaned forward and put my hands on his bare chest, because it was time to really get wild. I didn't know if I could cum with just anal, but I was certainly going to try. I raised my bottom and pulled up the shaft of his cock. My anus was already hurting a little, but the sensation of pulling up caused me a little more pain. However, the weird pleasure that only the ass can bring canceled it out.

"Nnnnnggg...Fuck!" I moaned.

I decided to just fuck his cock like I would with my pussy. Maybe I would get used to it then. I slammed down on his crotch, pulled up, slammed down again, and I kept doing this until I built up a steady rhythm. It hurt at first, but then my anus got used to it, making it kind of numb but pleasurable at the same time. I could feel the warmth of his cock in my belly, and it felt...different...than what I was used to. I had used butt plugs while masturbating before, but a toy was lifeless compared to a living penis. When I said I had not done anal often, I meant with toys, because this was the first time I had put an actual living cock up my ass. It felt incredible, rippled an ecstasy through me that was so powerful that my mouth just dropped open and stayed that way as my bottom pounded upon his fully engorged cock.

I looked down at Sam to see his eyes closed and his mouth partially open from his own private physical pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck..." I chanted over and over again.

The ring of muscle that made up my anus felt both numb and crazy good at the same time. I could feel Sam's throbbing cock up toward my bladder, up near the internal wall of my vagina closest to my rectum, and it was stroking that wall over and over again, making me feel like I had to pee. It was a unique sensation I hadn't felt before, and I wasn't actually sure if I was going to pee or not. I could also feel the tip of his thick penis up in the lower parts of my belly, and all of this together was building up a slow but very powerful orgasm waiting to explode.

"Oh, Sam! Oh, Sam! Oh, fuck..." I spat out. "Oh, this is...Oh, fuck...I can't handle it...Oh my God...Oh my God...Oh my God...Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD!"

The orgasm was so strong that I almost passed out. I felt my pussy hit me with repeated contractions, but more than that, I felt my anus tighten in contractions at the same time around Sam's thick penis. I shook and shivered on him, and I peed a little bit this time, right onto his bare skin just above the dark curls of his pubic hair.

Sam let out a sharp exhale of breath as he pushed up while I was having my multiple orgasms. His own cum shot up into my ass, filling up my bottom with a liquid warmth that felt really, really weird but incredible at the same time. I should have been used to these surreal moments by now, but I had never done anything like this before, not even remotely, so these bizarre, insane instances in time were coming at me one after another after another, and my brain couldn't quite handle it.

I collapsed onto his bare chest in exhaustion and moaned as I pulled my bottom up and off his spent cock. Hot cum flowed from my open anus to spill down onto the bed sheets below. Thinking about it, I figured it would be awhile before my asshole went back to being closed.

I laid on Sam's bare chest and closed my legs together to straighten myself out and stretch my legs. It felt good to lay on him and drink in his warmth...but this immediately confused me. This man was still a stranger and a criminal that had killed someone in the past, and I had caught him trying to rob the house. I didn't know this guy. I didn't know him at all.

Still, there was a pounding in my chest as I wrapped my arms around his own slender chest and rested my head over his heart to hear the frantic beating within. I wanted him to love me, wanted him to worship me, but that was stupid, because he was a criminal, and I had initially raped him to begin with.

"I wish things were different," I breathed out in a hushed tone. "I wish I'd met you somewhere else, somewhere else doing something else, something normal like pumping gas at the gas station, or...or buying fruit at the market. Now I don't know what to do...You're confusing me. I know I have to go call the police and turn you in, but I...I don't want to."

I looked up at him for his reaction, but his face was somber, his lips turned downwards in a slight frown.

"What's wrong?" I stupidly asked.

He leaned his head to one side, raised his left eyebrow, and gave me another slight frown. I took this to mean 'really?' in the most sarcastic way possible, but I didn't have an answer for him. If this were a different world, we would have met somewhere else, and I wouldn't be having the crisis of heart I was now having for a man that would have tied me up, robbed the house, and left me for dead.

"I...I can't just let you go," I stammered. "I can't do that, Sam. You tried to rob the house..."

It was the look he gave me that flustered me. He couldn't speak, but boy could he make me feel like shit with just an expression. That expression was one of calm patience, a closing of his eyes with a slow opening of those optic shutters, and this drew my gaze to those oddly-colored eyes, those pools of dark water reflecting the image of an eclipsing sun.

"I...I'd better go get a washcloth and clean you off," I said.

I got up off him, grabbed my dad's gun, grabbed the handcuff keys, and made my way up the basement stairs again. Walking up the stairs caused me to wince from the slight pain in my ass...That was going to hit me later.

I walked naked into the kitchen, set down the gun and keys on the kitchen counter, grabbed a simple light-blue washcloth from the bin under the sink, ran the hot water over it, put some liquid soap on it, and then grabbed a couple of similar but dry washcloths from out of the bin below. I grabbed the Glock and handcuff keys and made my way back down the stairs, but I had the surreal thought that Sam was like an exciting new toy that I had found, like a brand-new video game or something of that same degree, and I was playing with him as such. I didn't like that thought, though. I did not like it because it dehumanized him, and I of all people should have known better than to dehumanize anyone. The sober realization that I had raped him reared its ugly head because of it, and I suddenly felt like shit over the whole matter. I really and truly did not know what to do.