14
I wake up in Bob's arms, my head on his chest; feeling the best I have in years.
"Breakfast in bed?" I ask, stretching my neck up to kiss him. He cups my boob, thumb pressing erotically on my nipple.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Well, you will be copulating with 3 women this afternoon, I don't doubt your libido or stamina, but you need to keep all the semen you can for the cameras. So, how about you eat at the Y." I flip sideways on the bed, spreading my legs high and wide.
"Mmmm, my favorite, any time of day." Bob kneels on the floor dragging me to his face at the edge of the bed. My legs draped over his shoulders, his arms around manipulating my boobs.
It's mid-morning when we shower and dress. Tim is at the table, he either just arrived or went out for coffee and Danish's, as they're warm. Don't know, don't care.
I pick a Danish, sit on Bob's lap, break off a piece, I pretend to feed it to Bob; as he opens his mouth to take it, I pop it in my mouth.
"You already had breakfast." I chuckle and kiss him.
We're still at the table sipping coffee, when Marcie and Janice arrive.
"I'm eager to get started." Janice sighs.
"Me too, do we need to wait for dark to film this?" Marci added.
"No, I thought about that, we'll film the bedroom scene, I'll record Bob entering some evening and edit it in, I say some evening, cause I'm anticipating we might be still busy tonight."
"Bob's staying in my bed, Tim's out, so I can do it any evening."
I'm recording with a handheld camcorder. There are 2 cameras on tripods preset in the bedroom.
Bob, the burglar, wearing jeans, black hoodie, and balaclava, slowly, silently moves down the hallway, enters the bedroom, scanning the room with a small flashlight. The narrow yellow beam reveals 2 in the bed, he pauses, focusing the light on each to assure they are asleep.
Moving stealthily toward the dresser, keeping a wary eye on the inhabitants of the bed. He inspects the contents of a jewelry box, then dumps it into a cloth sack. Panning the flashlight back to the bed he moves closer, picks up a cellphone from the closest nightstand. Shining the light to the other side table he spots a wallet, wristwatch, and a cell phone.
The man (Tim) rolls over, taking the covers with him, leaving the burglar staring down at a voluptuous naked woman (Janice) laying on her back. Using the flashlight beam like a spotlight to illuminate the motionless alluring form, he methodically scans every curve and valley, visually inspecting the beauty laying mere inches before him.
Holding the light on a pair of large, firm breasts, standing proud, like two pyramids on a vast desert. They aren't floppy, flattened by her laying on her back, like many well-endowed women, he quickly deduces they may be silicone injected to maintain this firm shape; he starts to reach to feel one, to confirm his diagnosis; quickly withdraws, fighting the urge.
The capping on these spectacular mountaintops are dark brown, nearly black; the highlight though is the unusually large nipples; twice the size of most, estimating nearly 1/2 inch in diameter and length, they are extremely enticing. Continuing lower with the light, he sees a diamond belly button piercing, before gazing upon a neatly trimmed, curly, triangle bush.
Her legs are slightly parted, in a comfortable position, her arms out to her side, giving him a full view of her vulva, her inner lips, with very dark, almost black edges, peeking past her outer puffy mounds.
He bends, getting his face very close he inhales deeply, filling his nostrils with her distinct female aroma. It appears he might touch her, maybe even kiss her genitals.
She tugs violently on the covers, obviously a statement she is perturbed, having to retrieve them; but Tim's leg trapped them when he rolled away.
He wakes up, flips on the light.
The burglar pounces across the bed, his knee lands on the man's belly, grabbing his arm, folding it up above the pillow. Reaching to his ankle he produces a hunting knife; he presses it to the throat of the wife.
"Ok, stay calm, and no one gets cut." Unbuckling and swiftly whipping his belt from his pant loops, he makes a noose, putting the knife between his teeth, he grasps the second hand and slips the belt over the man's wrists; he binds both to the headboard.
He sits up, straddling the man he places his left hand around the man's throat and presses the knife against the woman's cheek.
"Take anything you want, just don't hurt us, please, my wallets right there on the nightstand, just take what you want and go." The man snivels.
Bringing the blade back, holding it against the man's throat, staring menacingly into his eyes.
"Take anything, I want?"
"Yes, but don't cut us, please."
Still straddling on top of the man, Bob forces his head towards his partner. Slides the side of the knife across her breast, resting it at the base of her huge nipple. Using the back of the blade tip, he flicks the tip, teases the dark, grub like protrusion. Caressing both nipples with blade, trying to arouse them. She has a wide eyed, frightful expression; she's quietly whimpering. The knife tip circles her areoles, scraping the nipples.
"Your alluring wife is very enticing." He glides the blade slowly across her abdomen, using the blades tip to pick at the diamond belly adornment; she inhales sharply. The cold steel moves lower, scraping her pubes, shaving up to all three edges.
"You've got a beautiful wife. Do you treat her right?"
He gingerly, slowly drags the knife blade down across her pussy lips, then up, cautiously wiggles the tip, parting her inner labia, she is shivering, whimpering, as he touches her clitoris with the blade.
"Does he satisfy you sexually lovely lady? Giving you the satisfying sex you deserve; or does he take you for granted. Leaving you to masturbate, craving a better lover when he starts snoring?"
"Uh, I, uh, he does ok." She whines.
Moving to straddle her he forces one leg between her thighs. He pulls the covers down, exposing the man.
"Well, he must be talented to satisfy you with such a tiny dick." Tapping the limp dick with the blade.
"I recall reading somewhere the majority of women fantasize about being forced into submission."
He scrapes her nipples with the blade, like he was shaving the edges.
"Are you one of the majorities, do you fantasize being raped?" He bends to nibble a nipple.
"Take anything I want you said, just don't hurt us."
He grabs the sheet, cuts the edge, and rips it into several strips, the first strip he uses to bind the wife's hands to the headboard.
"Ya, hubby, I'm gonna take your missus. I bet she'll enjoy it too." He uses his thumb and forefinger to pinch and pull her pubes. He runs his forefinger between her labia.
