The Burglar

My eyes fly open, hearing the door open, creaking loudly in the midnight silence.  I can see the outline creeping toward me.  My heart is racing.  I can feel tears welling up in my eyes.  A scream threats to come out but seems stuck.  I start to move when you jump on the bed and slam my wrists down.

"Don't move bitch.  I will slit your throat like it's nothing," you say, straddling my body.  I shake my head, my eyes wide with fear.

You are dressed all in black, with a black ski mask over your face.  You look at me.   I am wearing a short pink nightgown  You pull out a knife and run it against the pale skin on my neck, sliding it under the strap. I can feel the coolness of the metal scraping against my skin.  With a quick flick of your writs, you cut the strap.

You can feel my body shaking under yours.  You can feel my knees pushing and my hips squirming.  You hold my wrists with one hand and rip the nightgown off my body.  I let out a frightened scream mixed with a bubble of crying.  I can feel the tears slide down my cheeks as you grope my breasts.  You pinch  both nipples and twist.  I turn my face, the pain shooting through me.  You start pushing the black jeans off, still holding my wrists.  You lean over, kissing me rough on the mouth.  I turn my head, trying to avoid the kisses.

"Please just stop," I beg you, sobbing loudly.  You push push my wrists down, holding them tighter.

"i'm gonna fuck you now," you whisper in my ear.

"Please, no, don't do this," I cry, trying to wiggle my hips away.

"Yah. you keep doing that baby. That is getting me so hot," you say, rubbing your dick against my clit.  I close my eyes, the tears falling silently.  I seem to have given up.  You smirk at me and thrust your dick hard into me.   I gasp as you do, trying to pull my wrists away from you.  They free and I start hitting your shoulders and chest.  You cover my mouth with a hand and hold me down, pushing into me hard.  I scream against your hand and bite down on the flesh.  You scream and pull back, looking at the teeth marks and redness.

"What the fuck?" you say.  I look at you, crying.  I start pushing you away.  You fall backwards, off the bed, landing on a pile of blankets and pillows.

I start crawling toward the door, my arms and legs weak from fear. You rush off the bed and push me roughly to the floor, my nightgown falling off my body as I tumble.  I can feel the carpet burns on my elbows and knees as I try to catch myself. I close my eye and start kicking my legs, trying to keep you away.  I feel you grab my hips and ram your hard dick deep inside, hard and fast.

I let out a loud moan, feeling my body turning on me.  I feel the roughness of the calluses on your hand as you rake it acrosss my hips and around my waist,  wandering up to my breasts.  Your other hand is wrapped around, holding my cheeks tight , squeezing my face.

I can smell the sweat on your body and the faintest scent of grass and motor oil.  I twist my head away from your hand and reach around, pulling the mask off your face.  You blink at the unexpected change and ram into me even harder to punish me for removing your disguise.

"Now, I might have to kill you," you say.  I close my eyes, crying, sobs twisting my stomach into knots.  You run your fingers through my hair and pull my head back, wrapping your arm around my neck.

"don't say another word and I will let you live," you whisper in my ear.  I nod, letting him control me.  My body doesn't need any direction.  I close my eyes as it betrays me again.  I can feel my clit throbbing, following the rythm of my heart.  My nipples are hard, small pebbles brushing against the coarseness of the carpet.

You let your hand fall smartly onto my ass.  As the heat rises, you rub my smooth ass, softly, staring at the hand print you can see forming.  I flinch, the stinging immediate.  I feel my stomach tighten and my thighs quiver.  You ram deeper in, digging your nails on my ass checks, pulling my body against yours.  I can feel you start to rush, to move faster. I start pulling away, not wanting to give in to the feelings.  Your breathing quickens, your body starts to stiffen as you pump deep into me.

I feel my back arch and start pushing my ass back against you.I listen as you grunt and moan loudly, your hard dick penetrating my sore, wet pussy.  I can feel the bruises forming on my inner thighs as they twitch and tremble as I come, my tears evident of my shame.  I bury my face, sobbing as you finish, roughly thrusting deep into me.  You stop, breathing heavily.  You get up and without a word, leave the room, pulling the door behind you.

I get up, my legs weak and get back into bed, my sobs still hiccuping as my breathing starts to calm down.  As I am closing my eyes, trying to reclaim sleep, the door opens.  You walk back in and slide into bed next me, wrapping your arm around my waist and snuggling up with me, your heart still thumping slightly from the rough sex we had just had.  "I love you baby," you whisper, pulling me close.  "I love you too, " I say smiling as I fall asleep next to my husband.