Sonja and Matt were fast asleep. They lay naked in each other's arms in the warm double bed of their suburban home. They had no idea what a strange night it was going to be.
It all started around 2 a.m. The sound of the car could have woken them up – but didn't. Neither did the slamming of two car doors or the footsteps hurrying towards the house. But suddenly, there was a loud crash of a window breaking.
Startled, Matt sat up in bed, looking around the darkened bedroom in confusion. Everything seemed normal, which meant that the window breaking must have been...
"What is it?" Sonja moaned quietly, just waking up.
"I don't know," Matt whispered. "I'll go and see."
Matt slipped out of bed, wrapping his bathrobe around him.
"Be careful," Sonja mumbled, already drifting back to sleep.
Matt smiled. Yeah, it was probably nothing – some crazy kid throwing rocks. But still...
Matt sneaked into the living room. Yes, the window was broken, splinters of glass scattered over the couch, gleaming in the moonlight. But no-one was there. Okay.
Relaxed, he checked the other rooms in the house. No-one anywhere. Good. Nothing to worry about, just...
"Matt!!!"
Matt heard the panic in Sonja's voice, crying out from the bedroom. He hurried back, but froze in the doorway.
There were two of them: Two men dressed in black, wearing ski masks and leather gloves. They stood around the bed, watching. And in the soft lamplight Sonja clutched at the bedspread covering her naked body.
"Sonja!"
The burglars turned their heads at the sound of Matt's voice, and one of them pointed a gun at him.
"Don't move," he barked, "don't you fucking move!"
"Please," Matt whispered, "don't hurt her."
"Hurt her?" the other burglar said. "We haven't even seen her yet."
The burglars laughed, as the second one grabbed the bedspread and pulled it away, exposing Sonja's beautiful body. Matt closed his eyes – he couldn't watch this.
"Please..." he whispered again.
"Open your eyes," said the burglar holding the gun. "We want you to watch."
Matt opened his eyes, as the second burglar grabbed Sonja's legs and pulled her towards him, until her ass rested on the edge of the mattress.
"Oh! No!" she cried.
With his wet tongue sticking out of his ski mask, the burglar squatted between her thighs. Matt watched in horror, as he buried his face in Sonja's pussy and slowly started licking her clit. Sonja twisted and turned on the bed, sobbing quietly. But the burglar spread her thighs apart with his gloved hands and licked and sucked her pink slit.
"Yeah," the first burglar sneered, "he's eating your girlfriend's pussy. How do you like that? I bet you love it. I bet it makes you hard."
"No," Matt sobbed. "Please stop."
He heard the wet sounds of the burglar sucking Sonja's slit and carefully licking her moist labia. Sonja felt his wet lips and tongue teasing her clit, sending shivers of guilty pleasure through her body.
Oh God no, she thought, biting her lip, trying to fight the lustful sensations. This was all wrong. She wasn't that kind of girl. Not the kind who got turned on by a masked stranger assaulting her pussy. And with Matt watching. It wasn't right.
But it was no use: It did in fact turn her on. And as the masked burglar licked her pussy, her excitement grew, and the love juice flowed from her hungry slit.
Sonja threw her head back, panting rhythmically and grabbing at the sheets with both hands. The burglar lifted his head, revealing a wet patch around the mouth of his ski mask. Slowly he inserted one of his gloved fingers into Sonja's pussy and started sliding it back and forth, in and out of her juicy slit.
"Unnnh!" She moaned loudly as the leathery finger poked her, massaging the tender insides of her pussy.
Matt started at them in amazement as the gloved finger slipped in and out of his girlfriend's cunt, wet and glistening as her juices flowed around it. Sonja started thrusting her hips against the burglar's hand, her pussy getting wetter every second.
"Sonja?" Matt called.
"Yeah, she likes it," the burglar grunted as he started poking not one, but two fingers into Sonja's soft flesh. "Don't you? Don't you just love it, you nasty little slut?"
"Oh, yes," she gasped, massaging her clit as the burglar's gloved finger fucked her pussy. "Oh yes. It feels so fucking good, I'm gonna come."
Matt felt his cock getting hard, as he watched Sonja masturbating, the wet leather fingers poking her pussy.
"Alright" the burglar holding the gun said. "Now fuck her, man!"
The second burglar pulled his fingers from Sonja's cunt, her juices dripping from the leather glove, Then he stood up and started undoing his black pants.
"Look at me," he ordered.
And Sonja looked up at the stranger, looked at his masked face – and at the stiff cock protruding from his pants. She gasped. The burglar grabbed the shaft with both hands and slowly began jerking off, as he looked her in the eyes.
"Yeah," he whispered, "I'm gonna fuck you now. How do you like that?"
"Oh yes please," Sonja moaned, softly stroking her pussy, "fuck me."
Now Matt could hardly conceal his erection beneath his bathrobe. The hand of the burglar holding the gun was shaking visibly as he waited for the fucking to start.
"Come on," he shouted. "Show that randy little bitch what a real cock feels like. Shove it inside her pussy and fuck her. Fuck her real good."
He turned to Matt.
"And you just watch. He's gonna fuck your girlfriend, and you're gonna stand here and watch every fucking second. You like that?"
Matt felt his hard cock throbbing wildly. God, this turned him on. He could hardly control his urge to jerk off right then and there. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.