As I insert my key into the lock, a shiver runs up my spine. Cursing myself for not leaving a light on I swing the door open, quickly stepping inside. I shut and lock the door behind me. Dropping my keys on the kitchen counter, I hear something other then their clatter.
I reach to turn on the light and a hand clamps over my mouth. A voice tells me not to scream. My heart is pounding and it is hard to breathe behind the leather of the glove. The stranger pulls my head to the side to watch his hand come from my waist to my breast. I can feel his hot breath on my neck as he uses his gloved fingers to manipulate my nipple into hardness.
I close my eyes thinking that if I cannot see then it will not happen. I struggle, trying to free myself, but he only pulls me to him tighter. In the struggle my skirt has ridden up and I can feel the rough denim of his jeans against my bare ass. He lets out a deep rumbling moan. He walks me forward, my heart sinks, I know where he is going. In one wide sweep he clears the dining room table.
He reminds me not to scream, telling me that he will leave me unhurt if I obey him. I nod in agreement. He pulls his hand from my mouth and I gasp drawing in the cool air. He in turn takes my wrists in one hand and pushes me face down against the cold table. I know that he is looking at me with my skirt up around my hips. It seems like an eternity, until I feel his gloved hand touch my ass...lightly, almost lovingly at first. Then he squeezes me hard, making me gasp. He moans and I realize he has mistaken my gasp of pain for pleasure.
He spreads my legs apart and slowly runs a finger from my asshole to my pussy, coming to rest on my clit. I try to close my legs, but his feet are preventing from doing so. He begins to rub my clit, slowly and lightly in a circular motion. I clinch my eyes shut and pray that my body doesn't betray me. I can feel myself grow wet...I am trying hard not to let him know that he is turning me on. I know that he can hear my ragged breathing.
Mmmmm I am so close to cumming, I cant distract my mind from what he is doing. My hips have a mind of their own, rotating them to his rubbing. He stokes me and then he slowly inserts his gloved finger into my pussy. Such an erotic feeling, feeling his leather covered finger slide wetly in and out. I can hear him breathing in time with mine. At one point he has released my wrists, I am no longer trapped, but I no longer have any desire to escape his manipulations. "Do you like this?" he asks I can only answer "Yesssss"
He lets his finger slide out of my pussy, I try to raise up to protest, but he pushes me back down to the table. I can feel his denim covered crotch, rubbing against me now. He is so hard I can feel his cock thru his jeans, I spread my legs farther apart, silently telling him I want more. He pulls away leaving my pussy aching to be touched again.
