The humidity must be 90 percent, Kaitlin thought as she rose from her bed. The fans weren't doing the trick tonight. She walked into her kitchen, taking some water from the fridge. The cool air pinged her bare nipples out as she stood in front of the open door. The clock read 1:30.
She stepped to the window, looking out over the moonlit field and distant tree-line, the crickets and night bugs sawing away. Kaitlin was happy with the small, rural house. It was in her budget after moving out on her boyfriend and she liked the space and quiet. Best move she ever made. After three years her ex totally took her for granted, his snide comments about her weight, in public even, wore Kaitlin down. After she found out he was banging some airhead, twig titty dancer she packed her things, left a stack of bills and no forwarding address. Good riddance, she thought.
Her weight had always been a vexing concern for her. At 5'11 Kaitlin was a big woman all around, stunning in every way. Her big, brown eyes matched her long, wavy chestnut hair. Her full lips parted to the whitest smile. For years she struggled with diets and abuse of her body to keep the pounds down. Finally at 32 she slowly grew to accept herself and embrace her sexuality at the same time. Always interested in erotica and never shy about sex, Kaitlin discovered magazines and videos that featured women just like her boundlessly enjoying all aspects of sex. She became bolder but her ex had even less interest in her. Her breasts had expanded to a full and luscious 42DD with wide, pink nipples. She loved the full contour of her belly and even had the button pierced with a jeweled chain. Her hands slid back to grip the firm roundness of her ass cheeks.
She smiled, thinking of Mark. She had met him on-line a few weeks ago and they had had a few great sessions since then. It was such a pleasure being with a man who loved big girls. He called her "Bubbles" sometimes because the booming girth of her ass. She wished he were here now. Friday night and nothing. He wasn't home and she hadn't talked to him in days. Her fingers slid into her black panties. She worked at her clit, leaning back against the wall, trying to relieve the pressure.
After a tiny orgasm she felt relaxed enough to go back to bed. After a time she lightly dozed off. The presence in her room shot her wake. Two men in shadow standing in her bedroom doorway. She thought about reaching under her bed for her pistol.
"Don't do it," the taller shadow cautioned. "Nice panties. I like black. Too bad they aren't orange."
Kaitlin breathed in sharply. "Take whatever you want and get out of here."
The taller one stepped closer to her. "Maybe I want to take my cock and stick it between these big titties."
The shorter shadow stepped up. "After I stick my cock in her mouth and fuck that pretty face."
Kaitlin slapped at the tall one but her grabbed her wrist. He lifted her off the bed, setting the arm behind her back. He quickly had one wrist handcuffed. Something long, cold and metal set at her throat. She inhaled sharply, back straightening. "Play nice, now. You might even like it."
In the windows' moonlight, both men had bandannas over their faces and hats. The shorter one boldly began pawing at Kaitlin's breasts, hands sliding over her smooth, thick thighs. "Fuckin' A. I like it already," he said before slipping the mask down, putting a nipple in his mouth . Despite the heat, Kaitlin shivered. Fear cut by the firm, grasping hands on her body and the lips and tongue working her tits over. The tall one took the blade away, moving Kaitlin's arms to the front. The shorter one backed up as the tall one bent Kaitlin over and clicked the cuffs around both her wrists, circling the bedpost bottom. Kaitlin was bent over, big ass high in the air, hair felled over her face. She whimpered and struggled, the cuff chain clanking the bed frame.
"Please just don't hurt me. Just get out of here."
The tall one stood behind her. "Go check out the rest of the house. I'm going to stay with her a minute."
"Do not kneel. Stay bent over. I like the view." He delivered four hard, full hand smacks to her ass. Kailtin was afraid for another reason. She could feel how wet her pussy was getting. If he found out she was getting turned on, who knows what. . .
She could hear the tall one was looking through her bedroom closet, opening and shutting drawers. When her stepped behind her she winced. Oh, no. His fingers traced down her thigh, blotting the drip of juice rolling down it.
"Well, look at this. So pretty in the moonlight." Two of his fingers explored the wet smoulder of her pussy. She moaned and bit her lips when he pulled out, her ass twitching backward as if trying to catch them and put them back in. The buzz of one of her vibrators came to life behind her. The tall one set it against her lips and clit.
"Ohhhh, please."
