He'd been watching her for most of the summer.
He watched her when she went to the beach. How he wanted to grab the firm flesh of her ass beneath those tight shorts!
He watched her through the window of her house after her husband had gone to work at night. His desire grew as he thought of such a beautiful woman alone.
He stood outside their bedroom window listening to the moans of pleasure as they made love. He wanted to be the one giving her such excitement... he would love her like no other man she had ever known.
He waited and watched. He decided tonight was the right time. After her husband left the house, he would make his move.
He knocked on her door. A lump formed in his throat. What would he do now? He had no plan.
He heard footsteps from inside the house. There she was, standing before him, smiling and teasing him with those sexy eyes. Her breasts begged for release from her tight knit top. Her auburn hair and deep brown eyes were more than he could take.
They say forced sex is a violent act of anger. For him, it was uncontrollable lust. He didn't want to hurt her, but he could contain himself no longer.
Suddenly, his hand was at her throat.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you."
She tried to pull his hand away, but he was too strong.
He backed her into the house, kicking the door shut.
"I've been watching you, lusting after you, needing you so badly."
"No!" She cried out.
"Shhhh, don't make a sound and I'll take my hand away."
She nodded, her sexy eyes reflecting her fear.
He took his hand away from her throat... she screamed.
"Help... help me."
He slapped her, knocking her to the ground. Then he was on top of her. He didn't want it this way. He wanted to take her on the bed.
He removed a handkerchief from his pocket and quickly tied it around her mouth. He pulled her to her feet and forced her to walk to the bedroom.
The bed was a large four-poster. Right away he noticed the handcuffs hanging from one post. Had they been used recently? They would be tonight.
He pushed her onto the bed, face down. Sitting on top of her, he reached for the handcuffs. She struggled, but could not get lose. He clasped one cuff on her wrist and then the other. Then he turned her over, her arms behind her back.
He sat on her legs so as to completely immobilize her.
He began to rub her flat tummy, and as he did he said, "I need you so badly. You're so beautiful. Please..."
She shook her head from side to side, still struggling and still attempting to scream. She bucked her legs and almost threw him off.
He realized she wanted no part of him. He was a slave to his lust. He reached for her knit top and with one powerful move, ripped it down the middle.
Her full, round breasts were exposed. She was breathing fast, heaving her breasts in the air with each fearful breath. He needed to caress them, to suck on them.
He tried to reassure her.
"It's okay. I won't hurt you."
He leaned forward to place both hands on her breasts, pushing on them softly in circular motion, feeling her flesh give way under his needy touch.
Closer now... he brought his lips to one of her nipples, kissing it lightly... gently.
As he kissed it he could feel the soft nipple harden and grow. Was this a purely physical response, or did she like it?
She wasn't struggling as much now. It seemed to him she was more accepting of her fate. He continued to lick and suck on her nipples, now and then sensing a slight moan from her gagged mouth.
He got up off the bed, admiring the helpless beauty lying before him. She watched as he removed his tee shirt, shoes, socks, and jeans. First she looked up into his eyes and then down at the bulge in his underwear. She took in a deep breath.
Now he stood before her, completely naked. His excitement was obvious. The vermilion tip of his circumcised penis was displaying a drop of precum. The rest of him was long and thick. She could see the engorged vein on the underside of his shaft as it curved upward.
Without a word he climbed back onto the bed... on top of her. She could feel him, big and hard pressing into her stomach. He grabbed her ass as he gyrated his pelvis.
She was quiet now, laying there almost motionless. He slid down a bit to a position where he could release the snap of her shorts. He adoringly caressed the inside of her thighs and then rested the palm of his hand over her pussy mound.
He could feel her warmth emanating through her shorts. He reached his fingers down between the elastic of her panties and felt smooth flesh.
Driven wild by the thought of her shaved pussy, he roughly tore off her shorts, her panties coming off with them. She was completely exposed to him.... hands cuffed behind her back, mouth gagged, smooth pussy, dark hair lying innocently on her shoulders.
