The Intruder 8

I am sitting in my office. It is late at night and the rest of the building is empty. Suddenly I hear a noise outside in the adjacent office. A strange noise. It is much too late for the cleaners, they went hours ago. I open my door and peer into the darkness. I can no longer hear anything, apart from my heart which is pumping loudly in my ears. I move into the outer office, my ears trained to catch any sound there might be. It is dark in there and I move carefully through the forest of desks, typist’s chairs and computers.

Suddenly I feel strong arms around my throat from behind, and a bag is forced over my head.

“Come quietly or there will be trouble,” husks the voice. My arms are pinned behind me and I feel handcuffs slipped over my wrists. I am led away, bumping myself painfully against some desks as I do so. I hear a door being opened and I am led inside.

“Sit” I am ordered. I feel myself being pushed, and I fall back, my arms useless behind me. I tumble into a wide chair, which moves backwards on its castors as I do so, and my legs stretch out before me. I can see nothing from within the bag, and only smell a strange enticing mixture of hessian and heavy perfume.

Suddenly I feel my belt being unfastened. Expert hands unbutton my trousers, which are then slid to the floor and torn from me. My shoes fly off and I am now naked below the waist. I feel horribly exposed.

But the heady smell assailing my nostrils has a strange calming and seductive effect on me, and to my shock I realise that I am growing an erection. I hear the husky voice snigger.

“See, he likes it!” I wait to hear the reply but there is none. Is this person alone or are there more of them? Suddenly I feel the wet warmth of lips fasten around my cock which thrusts into life at the touch. A swift tongue coats me in saliva and then withdraws. Then a fist tightens around my cock and masturbates me furiously. The warm, perfumed air in my nostrils, and the expert fist sliding up and down my now sleek erection soon brings me to an orgasm, and I explode out, feeling my own hot seed splash over my legs and stomach. I let out a loud groan as I do so.

“What a dirty slut this boy is” sneers the voice. “To befoul himself so! He should be punished!”

I am dragged to my feet and thrown down across some kind of couch or sofa. My semi-stiff erection is crushed under me, and I feel my cum being wiped across the rough fabric of the couch. Then I hear my own belt being ripped from my trousers, and feel the leather bite across my naked buttocks. Oh! The shock! The agony! The pain is like a hot slit across my skin.

I hear the whistle through the air and another strap of pain bites into me. My skin is starting to heat up now, the individual marks of pain mingle and form a thick imaginary band across my buttocks. Another and another whistle through the air and the belt strikes me again and again. The hot agony is suffused now, it mingles with my blood, it warms my blood; and I feel the warm blood creep down between my legs and move ever slowly up the length of my crushed penis. Another slap of pain and my cock fills up and cuts a hard path through the fabric of the couch. It lies fat and stiff beneath me. The sensation thrills me, and I can’t help thrusting slightly to feel the hard fabric beneath my tumescence.

The voice laughs again, and I feel myself being turned over. My cock stands erect now, hot and proud.

I sense some movement. I hear soft fabric falling to the ground. I feel, no - first I smell ...... perfume and the hot musk of a highly charged female body, slipping over mine. Then I feel two things at the same time: a hand slips around my neck and pins me to the couch, while a second hand guides me into the warm wet unshaven delights of my kidnapper’s sex.

I slip safely inside, her legs astride me. She raises herself up, then drops down again, forcing me deep in between the soft ribbed walls of her flesh. I let out a groan, and so does she. My erection pushes up inside her, as she slowly builds up speed with her movements, thrusting herself up and down upon me.

Then, she lets go of my neck, and I sense her losing herself in the pleasures of the sex. She pounds herself upon me, and I fear I am going to come to an orgasm ... but no! no not before her! I shout to myself! Then ... ah! then again .... first I smell it, then I sense it. Her body convulses, shakes in eruption, her pores open and her orgasm bursts out in one hot sweaty outpouring, which triggers me, throws me into paroxysms of desire as I feel myself explode within her, kicking and contracting as she rides herself violently over me.

Then it has all died down. I feel some soft fabric wiping the sweat and the seed from my body. I am rolled over and the handcuffs are quickly slipped from me.

As I turn back, spread eagled across the couch, the bag still over my head, my legs and dripping cock still naked to the air, I hear her open the outer door to the office.

“See you tomorrow morning then, Jane,” I say.

“Yes, Mr. Dee, sir,” you say as you slip out and close the door quietly behind you.