The stranger had made his way to the bedroom and stood behind her. He put his hands on her waist and she abruptly turned and tried to knee him in his groin. The stranger blocked her attempt to injure him and slapped her face hard with his right hand.
"If I'm going to be your new boyfriend, you're going to have to treat me with a little more respect," he stated in a stern voice.
His hands held her wrists so tightly that the circulation was cut to her hands. The sting on her face sunk in. His finger marks were left welted on her left cheek.
"I don't want to hurt you Camille," he whispered to her, " But if I have to, I will. Now I have spent a lot of time in your house and I know a lot about you. I think we will make a good couple. I found your little pink friend in your nightstand drawer, and I read all about your break up with Donnie. I read the letter to Tammy and I know that you miss a man's touch and that you wish you could just go to a bar to find a guy to just fuck his brains out. Well I saved you a trip."
"You fucker! I'm not going to fuck you!" she spat back. Camille tried in vain to release his death grip on her wrists.
Without warning, the stranger kneed her in the stomach. The force was so great, it broke his grip on her. She flew backwards and landed on her bed. The pain was colossal. She was broken. As the pain pulsed outwards from the point of impact, she had time to think and collect her thoughts. She realized she was no match physically for this man. He repulsed her, although not an ugly man, his actions were repugnant. She thought about what she could do and her options were limited. The best solution she could come up with would be to give in to her intruder and sneak out from the bathroom or when he fell asleep. She remained curled up in the foetal position on her bed when he knelt on the bed and began to caress her hips and ass. He nestled up next to her in a spooning position.
Again he whispered, "My name is Eric. We are going to have a good time. I don't want to hurt you anymore but if you continue this resistance, the pain will only increase. I beg you to be a good girl."
She said nothing. She wanted this to end. She knew now she would have to give in to him. His light strokes on her hips and ass felt a lot nicer than the blow to her face or the knee to the stomach.
"O.K. Eric," she whimpered, "I will do as you want, but please don't hurt me."
"That's my girl," he replied "Now just relax. I know that's hard with what you have been through but I can be a nice guy."
He continued his soothing touch to her ass, hips and waist. His large hands explored her body effortlessly. She could feel his swollenness grind into her ass. Torn with reluctance, she reached behind herself and began to stroke his leg which rested next to hers. His hands had pulled the black blouse out of the waist of her skirt and his bare hands explored her bare stomach and ribs. He was surprised that as his hand made its way up her torso that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Oh my, no bra?" he questioned, "Surprising, since you have such an assortment of frilly ones in your dresser."
His fingertips stroked and teased her big nipples. Being a petite woman, her breasts were only an A cup, but being so small ensured their firmness. Her large nipples made up for the plumpness she lacked in her tits. They were very sensitive as well and his manual stimulation was affecting her arousal state. This was starting to feel very good. This man could be gentle and knew how to stimulate her. After several minutes, Eric asked her to stand up on the floor. As she stood his hands roamed her side. He towered over her as he stood next to her. He slowly began to remover her jacket. She remained still and allowed him to remove the jacket easily. Eric tossed the crimson jacket to the floor in front of her closet. His fingers and hands returned to her blouse. He removed the back and her left side from the waistline of her skirt. Starting at the bottom, Eric slowly undid each button. As he did so, his fingers glanced her skin beneath the black blouse and tickled her. She giggled a bit and he smiled down at her.
"Does that tickle you Camille?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm ticklish and my skin is very sensitive."
"Do you like your nipples pinched and squeezed."
Camille began to blush. Her innocent smile gave him the answer he was looking for. He slid his large hands inside of the shoulders of her blouse and feathered it down her slender arms. The satin blouse collapsed on the floor. Eric began to caress her shoulders, breasts and then her nipples. He lightly pinched and squeezed her tense buds. With both nipples sticking out almost an inch and a half, Eric bent down and while he sucked in her left nipple, then rolled the other with his thumb and index finger. Camille placed her tiny hands on his shoulders and gently massaged the meaty intruder. Eric enjoyed her touch and the delicacy of her movements. He pulled her close to him and she returned the gentle embrace. As he cuddled and stroked her backside, he could feel his penis wanting to explode from his pants. He pressed his groin into her stomach, for some stimulation to his most sensitive organ. Camille noticed the action and could feel the hardness pulsing against her lower abdomen. Her hands now rested on his hips and as he slowly gyrated his hips in a coital motion, she allowed her hands to pull and push with the motion of his hips.
Eric's hands completely covered her rear end and made circular movements. As he rocked his groin back and forth into her torso, he grabbed and squeezed her tiny firm buttocks. He moved his right hand to her left hip, unhooked the top of her waistline and slid the zipper down her skirt. The skirt too, fell in heap to the floor around her feet.
Camille stepped out of the pool of fabric on the floor and reached her hands out to Eric's waistline. He let her natural responses go and enjoyed feeling her pull his T-shirt out of his jeans. He was not fat, but he did carry a couple of extra pounds. His stomach she noticed was very hairy as was his chest as the shirt was forced up and over his shoulders. He helped her get it over and off his head and let her then work on his belt.
She was now slightly entranced. Her eyes focused on the belt and its shiny cowboy like buckle. With both hands, she grabbed the end of the belt, unhooked the stem from its lodging and let both ends fall to the sides, being held up by the loops in his jeans. Before going further, she looked up into his azure eyes, her hands roamed the crease made in his jeans from his erection. Her palm traced the outline of his manhood and she gently squeezed the head which was bulging on the right side of his thigh.
"Mmm, that feels good Camille," he groaned to her, "I want you to get on your knees when you get my pants off."
His voice now controlled her in a different way. She had lost her fear and gained a wanton desire for him. His tone melted her insides and she effortlessly unbuttoned the 5 buttons on his jeans. She again placed both hands at his hips, hooked her thumbs inside the waist and abruptly tugged the denim trousers down to the floor. She got both legs free from the bulky material and refocused her attention to the tent made in his boxers. Her hands played with the fun stick inside. She could see a wet mark, which she knew, was from pre-cum, located near where the head was outlined. Camille bent down and made her way to her knees. His groin was not at the same level as her head at this point and Eric corrected that by spreading his legs slightly. Camille's right hand snaked its way up the leg of his boxer briefs and her tiny jewellery free fingers wrapped themselves around the rock hard shaft.
She leaned her face in towards his steaming pole. His sex smelt wonderful and she was starting to become very horny. Her pussy was now starting to lube itself with her sweet nectar. Not being able to wait, she closed in on his cock. She opened her mouth and playfully bit his member through the boxer briefs. Eric stiffened his whole body, he prayed she didn't bite it. His prayers were answered as she playfully nipped at his penis head and sucked him through his shorts. Eric found his hands wandering through her short blonde hair. His palms eventually cupped her ears as he erotically jostled her head in his pelvis region.
"I don't know if you can tell Camille, but you are driving me crazy," he informed her.
"I'm glad you like it," she retorted.
"I can't wait any longer, I want you to suck my dick babe."
"Oh God, I want that more than you do Eric," she testified.
The two of them hastily pulled his underwear down to his ankles. Camille allowed her hands to roam his thick thighs and tight ass. This man's big body really turned her on. With her hands at his hips, she stuck out her slender pink tongue and gently slid it along the underside of his penis from the base just above his meaty testicles to the pulsing purple tip, about 5 inches away. His skin was soft but the taste was manly and musky. It was a mating scent and she was addicted. Her tongue swirled and slobbered along the entire surface of his cock. It glistened in the natural light beaming through her second floor window. Her no hands BJ was driving Eric mad. He grabbed his cock at the base with one hand and secured the back of her head with his other hand. Knowing what was coming, Camille opened her mouth wide and accepted his manhood into it. She quickly formed a seal around the flesh and added some vacuum suction. Slowly she worked her head back and forth in unison with his pelvic thrusts. She could feel the tip teasing her gag reflex. He was not overly huge but was managing to ram his cock fairly far into her mouth. Eric enjoyed Camille's oral skills. His hands held her head and tufts of her blonde hair tightly and quite forcefully. His thrusts became more pronounced as his excitement level increased. Camille was beginning to get a little worried. It dawned on her that this man, stabbing her mouth was not her lover, he was an intruder, a rapist. Fear began to percolate within her mind. She tried easing her head away from Eric's hips but he would have nothing of it. Eric was close to his peak. He was fucking her face and fucking it hard. Her lips and velvety tongue felt like heaven. It had been a couple of months since he had had sex. He started to sense Camille trying to pull away and he was going to have nothing of it.
