Who's in My House?

My red sedan halts to a complete stop as I put it into park and take the keys out of the ignition. I sigh and grab my purse in the passenger seat just before stepping out of my car. I slam the door behind me and flinch from the loud bang following. 'What a mess today.. Thank god it's the weekend.' I think to myself as I strut towards my front door, stopping to press a button, prompting the garage door to close shut. I turn the knob and walk through the doorway. My feet bellow with relief as I kick my low black heels off.

A soft yawn passes my lips as I gradually fall onto the long, fluffy couch. My white button up shirt is pressing tightly against my chest. I begin to gently undo the smooth clear buttons, starting up by my prominent collarbones, slowly inching down my flat stomach. A busty lavender lace bra slowly reveals itself underneath the top, squeezing my little breasts firmly towards the center of my chest. The shirt slides off my silky, slender arms and sprawls messily across the couch.

I glance down at my tits. I can almost hear their cries for help as they sit crowded together. I put my hands behind my back and unhook my tense bra strap. I let out a moan of relief as my chest can finally breathe for air. I let my bra flow down my body and descend gracefully onto my lap. A breeze of cold air hits my breasts, causing my nipples to harden. I raise my delicate hands up and begin to softly squeeze my tender chest, leaning farther back into the couch. I whimper and feel my cheeks flush as I toy with my tiny hard nipples. My eyes flutter closed as I continue to play with my soft body.

A thought pops into my head. I open my eyes suddenly, 'Ugh... the door lock'. I stop fondling myself for a moment and sit up. I begin walking towards the door, my perky tits bouncing lightly with each step. As I approach, topless in tight skinny jeans, I lock the door and turn back around, eager to get back to my fun. My eyes widen as I see a stranger dressed in all black, wearing a dirty scream mask sitting on my couch. There he was, tapping my largest kitchen knife against it. He gets up and starts walking closer, with each step his height soars farther above mine. He keeps the knife gripped tightly in his hand. A deep voice speaks out to me in a menacing tone, "You're late, little slut."

My heart starts to pound as I frantically look for a way to escape the intruder that's slowly creeping towards me. My eyes dart to the kitchen then back to him. He's only a couple feet away now at this point. I decide to take a chance and book it towards the kitchen. I almost make it through the doorway until large hands quickly wrap around my waist and harshly yank me back. I let out a squeal and begin flailing my waist around, attempting to get out of his tight grip. The masked intruder squeezes me closer to him with one hand and shuts me up with the other. I let out a whimper that can only be heard as a soft mumble. The man forcefully turns me around and pushes me firmly into the wall before scowling "Don't make me hurt you."

He lets go of my stomach quickly to pull the kitchen knife out of his back pocket and hold it securely to my throat. I gulp and feel helpless as the blade is sharply pressed against my skin. "Do you understand?!" He says in an aggressive tone, pushing it deeper into my throat. If the knife were an inch closer, alluring red blood would drip down my frail neck. I let out a soft "Yes." through his cupped hand. He releases pressure from the weapon against my skin slighty and uncovers my mouth.

My face is blushed pink and my body is shaking from the fear of what he's going to do to me... I can hear my heart beating through my ears. I look down for a moment to realize I'm exposed. I quickly cross my arms, covering my breasts. He laughs and forces my chin up with the sharp blade before shoving my hands to my sides. His large, busted up fingers start to aggressively pull on my nipples. I gasp from the sensation and try to wiggle my tits away which causes the man to let out a soft, low chuckle and pinch them even harder. I shriek and squirm to no prevail. After one final long pull, he lets go. "Now, take off my belt." He says firmly, breathing heavily from a rush of adrenaline.

I look up at him with conveyed, pleading eyes and hesitantly get on my knees as his blade follows my every move. I bring my hands up to begin unbuckling his belt, trying to ignore the large bulge practically ripping through his pants. I let out a soft whine as I pull the belt apart and unbutton his pants. Slowly, I pull his slacks and boxers down. I flush red as a large, girthy pink cock flops out, throbbing madly in front of me. The masked stranger stares down at me and grunts, "You know what to do, whore. You don't want this to turn out bad, do you?" His big hand forcefully grabs my hair, pushing my face closer to his veiny dick. My plump lips press against his sweaty thick head. I can feel his heart pounding rapidly.

I feel absolutely powerless. So I open my mouth wide, placing my wet tongue around it while looking up at him with wide eyes. I whimper as I struggle to fit the tip in my mouth. I pull my head farther in and get not even halfway down before I choke on his meaty cock. I start to bring my mouth back for air. Before I can reach the top, he quickly pushes my head all the way down, burying it completely in my throat. I'm gagging and moaning for air, but he ignores my cries and begins to violently thrust his dick as deep as he can, making me choke and scream, only for my voice to be silenced by a mouth full of cock. Each time I try to pull away, his hand grips my head tighter in place.

A low moan comes out of the masked stranger. He starts moving slower, eventually stopping to look down at me before shoving his dick in deep one last time, blowing a large load down my throat. After he's finished, he pushes me to the floor, I lay there drooling and gasping for air. There's only a few moments to breathe before he picks me up and roughly throws me on the couch. The intruder brings his face close. I can feel his hot breath coming through the mask. He brings his hand up and softly rubs my cheek before slapping it, leaving a red hand mark. "I'm not done with you yet.."