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Intruder attacks lady in her bathroom

I turned the water off, then dipped my toe delicately in.

I hummed with satisfaction; it was just right. It was so rare that I had the chance of some time alone to enjoy a long luxurious bath, but having just finished a big project at work and with my husband away on a business trip, I had an evening to myself and I wanted everything to be just perfect. It was; the bath was full with water not too hot, not too cold, heaped high with mounds of glistening foam from the scented bubble bath I hardly ever got a chance to use. Candles were lit, casting a soft flickering glow and transforming the bathroom into a different and exciting setting, and I could just hear the soft music playing from my bedroom. It was the perfect bath.

I smiled to myself, thinking of all the things I could do alone in that perfect bath, untied the cord of my robe and slipped it off my shoulders, left naked in my empty house. I stepped into the bath with my right foot, letting the warm water engulf up it to my calf, and stood there for a moment, pleasuring myself with the anticipation of letting my body slide into the hot embrace.

It was then that the attack came.

I didn’t hear anything, there was no warning. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around me from behind, one around my waist, one over my mouth, covering the instinctive scream with a leather glove, and I was roughly dragged backwards out of the bath.

I was too shocked even to process what was happening, but some sort of survival instinct kicked in, and I began to struggle, kicking out and bucking my body in an attempt to wriggle out of his grasp. I was only stilled by the harsh, guttural whisper of a strange man in my ear.

“Stop fighting, bitch, or I’ll kill you.”

I screamed, but his leather glove over my mouth turned my shriek into a muffled whimper, and what was the use anyway? Our house stood well apart from our neighbours, and they were on holiday, and I was all alone in the house.

It was the shock of that thought that stunned me into silence. No-one was around to help me. No-one even knew that I was being attacked!

The stranger misinterpreted my silence as the result of his threat. “That’s better, good girl.” He rubbed his gloved thumb across my cheek in a parody of a caress. “So you know there’s no point screaming, right? So I can take my hand off your mouth?”

I nodded, tears forming in my eyes as I fought to breathe.

“Good girl,” he repeated, and lifted his hand from my mouth.

I gulped in air and immediately launched a flood of pleas. “Please, whoever you are – don’t hurt me. We’ve got lots of valuable stuff, you can take whatever you want, just please, please don’t hurt me -”

He yanked painfully on my hair, hard enough that several strands parted company with my scalp, and the pain shocked me into silence. “Just because you’re not screaming doesn’t mean you can talk, bitch. I didn’t come here to listen to you blabber.”

Despite what he’d said, I went on pleading, too scared by his threat to stay quiet. “Really, you can take whatever you want, I don’t -”

He muffled my mouth with his hand again, cutting off my words. “You really don’t learn, do you? You must be one stupid bitch. And as for take whatever I want -” His other hand moved upwards from my waist, cupping my left breast and squeezing it lewdly. “You’d better believe I will.”

I screamed desperately into his gloved hand.

He laughed in my ear, a strange and cruel sound. “”Still not learning, are you? Well, I’ll find a better use for that mouth soon enough.” He kneed me hard in the back. “Move, bitch.”

He pushed me and I stumbled forward. My bare toes and heels scrabbled on the carpet as he pushed me ahead of him out of the bathroom door, still keeping an iron grip on my waist and mouth. He guided me as I struggled helplessly, into the hall and then right through the door into the bedroom I shared with my husband. Even caught in the grip of blind panic, I thought how strange it was that he seemed to know his way around our house. Maybe he was someone we knew, someone we’d invited in unthinking, heedless of the danger – one of my husband’s co-workers, a casual acquaintance, someone who’d delivered something?

Then he threw me down at the foot of the bed. My head cracked hard against the headboard and I knew that no-one I’d ever known could inflict such casual pain on me. This man really was a stranger, come from god knows where, appearing suddenly out of the darkness of all my worst nightmares.

As I reeled, dizzy with pain and blinking back tears, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me up to a kneeling position, standing over me like the angel of death. Facing him for the first time, I saw that he was wearing a balaclava. With his free hand, he began to unbuckle his belt.

I had always thought I’d be brave if I was attacked with a stranger and threatened with rape, thought I would fight. Instead I begged helplessly, blind with panic, “No, no please, don’t rape me, please, I’ll do anything -”

The sight of his dick springing free from his trousers shocked me into silence. Partly with horror, and partly with something else … It was semi-erect, still delicately flushed with blood, long and thick just how I liked them, and how could I have a thought like that at a time like this?!

He didn’t give me much time to think about it. “You’re right, you will do anything.” He took his dick in his fist. “But it looks like I’m not quite ready right now … what are you going to do about it, bitch?”

His meaning was unmistakable. I shut my mouth tight, shook my head as much as I could without yanking my hair from its roots. “Mmph mmm mmph!”

“Too good to suck my dick, are you? Don’t you know that’s what whores do? They put their hot little mouths on their master’s dick, and get him all hard and ready to fuck them.”

“I’m not a whore!” I burst out, too insulted by what he’d said to think about whether it was wise to argue.

“You’re right, you’re not.” He yanked on my hair, forcing my head back, so my neck was tilted back painfully and I was forced to look up at his face looking down on me. “But you wish you were, don’t you? That’s what you dream about when you’re all alone, isn’t it? Being a worthless whore on the street who’ll suck a stranger’s dick, let him do anything to her …”

I shook my head in silent denial. How could he know about my secret fantasies, the ones I’d never confided to anyone except my husband, the ones that woke me up in the middle of the night yearning to touch myself?

“See, I know what you want.” He rubbed his dick over my cheek. I could feel it growing harder, already wet with pre-come at the tip. “So open wide.”

With that, he hauled so hard on my hair that I cried out with pain. Immediately he rammed his dick into my gaping, open mouth. I screamed again as I was orally violated, but the sound was muffled by the dick in my mouth. Not releasing his grip on my hair, he started to thrust in and out in a smooth even motion as I fought for breath.

“Suck it, bitch,” he panted. “Go on … use your tongue … show me what a little slut you are …”

Blinking back tears, I did what he told me. Wanting only to calm down the violent thrusting into my mouth, I licked frantically and swirled my tongue against him, the way that my husband liked me to. My attacker moaned, but instead of slowing down and letting me take him at my own pace, he thrust harder and faster, leaving me with my choice but to fasten my mouth around him. I sucked as hard as I could, tears of humiliation mingling with the sweat on my face, as he ravaged my mouth, slamming in again and again, harder and further than anyone had gone before. The violence and the power in him terrified me so much that I sucked desperately on him, alternately struggling for breath and struggling to please him, afraid of what he would do to me if I didn’t satisfy him … Maybe I was just a slut after all …

My attacker grunted and came, flooding my mouth with his hot, salty come. I fought not to gag, automatically keeping it in my mouth, and then as he pulled away, bent over to spit it out, not caring about the carpet or anything but getting rid of him as soon as possible.

But he reached down and caught my chin, keeping me from opening my mouth. “Uh-uh. Whores don’t get to spit out their master’s spunk. They swallow it and they say ‘thank you, sir’.”

Weeping with rage and humiliation, I forced myself to gulp down the come inside my mouth – me, who wouldn’t even swallow for my husband! I wanted to retch at the salty taste, but at the same time something inside me tingled at being forced to do something so depraved, so disgusting. I swallowed all of it and then looked up at him, unconsciously waiting for his next order.

He shook my chin gently but with an unmistakable threat. “Say ‘thank you, sir’.”

“Thank you, sir,” I whispered.

He caressed my face in a way that seemed almost gentle. “Good little cocksucker.” Then, so suddenly I couldn’t even begin to fight, he bent down, grabbed my shoulders and lifted me to my feet, throwing me backwards so that I landed on the bed with the breath stolen from my lungs.

Before I could do anything, he was on top of me. I lifted my hands to cover myself, but he grabbed my wrists and forced them away from my body, down on the bed where he could secure them with his knees. I was trapped, helpless and naked underneath him.

“No, no, please,” I sobbed, brokenly. “Please, no more …”

“Oh, we’re not done yet, bitch.” He took my breasts in his hands, lifting and squeezing, rubbing his thumbs across my nipples. The smooth leather felt slippery and soothing against my skin. Then he shifted his weight and ran his right hand down my stomach. “Time to see how much of a slut you really are.”

Forcing his hand between my legs, he pushed his fingers into my pussy. Finding my clit, he rolled it roughly between finger and thumb, making my hips buck instinctively underneath him. “Oh yeah, you like that don’t you?”

“No, no, I don’t!” I shrieked desperately.

“Oh yeah? That why your pussy is so wet and inviting it’s making me hard again?” He moved backwards, grabbed my leg and pulled it roughly to the side. Without any preparation, he rammed his dick, hard again, deep into my pussy.

I screamed as my channel was roughly filled, my hands pushing ineffectually against his arms, his chest as he took hold of each of my thighs and pulled me further on to him, the hard thrust of his dick inside me scattering my thoughts until I could only cry, “Stop … stop …”

“Whores don’t say ‘stop’,” he taunted me, thrusting into me, his cruel voice tight with desire. “They say ‘thank you sir for your big dick inside me, fuck me harder, sir, please …’”

“Please!” I shouted. “Please, please stop!”

“Your pussy doesn’t say stop.” It was true; I could feel myself melting against him, my treacherous juices flooding my pussy, making it wet and inviting and easy for him as he rammed into me. I had never been taken like this, it was everything that my husband’s gentle lovemaking wasn’t, and yet … it was hot, it was getting me so hot!

“No,” I moaned, not sure whether I was talking to him or my own awful responses.

“You’re still not saying the right words, slut.” He began to rub hard on my clitoris, circling it roughly with his thumb, too hard, too rough, too much to take …

“No … no … AAAAAARGH!” I screamed as an orgasm blasted through me, irresistible like a volcano and hot like lava coursing through my veins, my body shuddering and convulsing helplessly.

My attacker didn’t stop, didn’t break his pace, didn’t even slow down, just kept ramming remorselessly into me, and to my horror I felt myself responding, getting even hotter, wanting him more. How could this happen to me?! How could I be enjoying this? And yet I was …

And even those thoughts went scattering as he slid his hands underneath my hips and lifted me up, so that I was impaled on his dick, my legs waving helplessly in the air as he thrust into me. The new angle was even more degrading; he was just using me, using my open, wet pussy, pleasuring himself as I dangled helplessly, shuddering with every thrust. Sex wasn’t supposed to be like this, it was supposed to be something beautiful; this was ugly and brutal, treating me like a toy just there for his pleasure.

But none of my frantic thoughts made a difference to the orgasm building in me again.

“Say you want it,” he gasped above the sounds of our bodies smacking together. “Say you want it … say you want it all in you, bitch …”

“I want it,” I moaned, lost forever in the haze of this brutal fucking. “I want it … Fuck me … Fuck me harder, master, please!”

With a grunt of effort, he braced my hips and buried himself deep inside me, flooding me with his come. I was coming too, the thrill of begging for cock like a whore sending me over the edge, coming apart at the seams as body and mind were annihilated with the rush of unbelievable pleasure.

There was a long silence filled with pants and sighs as we both came down from our amazing orgasms. Then my attacker pushed himself upright and pulled off his ski-mask …

“Was it everything you wanted, babe?” my husband asked.

“Yes. Oh, yes,” I sighed, looking up at the love of my life through hazy eyes heavy-lidded with the aftermath of pleasure. “How was it for you?”

He smiled and brushed my hair away from my face. “I enjoyed it more than I thought I would, this fantasy of yours.”

“I knew you’d like it,” I purred contentedly.

“Maybe we should do it again tomorrow night,” he suggested.

I winced, feeling already how deliciously sore I was from the hard fucking. “I don’t know about that!”

“You may not have a choice,” he teased me.

I groaned. “I’ve created a monster!”

But I didn’t mind at all.

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Our first swinging experience (True Story)

My fiance and I talked a lot about swinging for about 2 years. We decided  to attend a night at a Swingers club for the first time. As we walked in there were people just staring at us, looking at us up and down, like they were lions out on the prowl. This made us both feel very uncomfortable. After taking a tour of the venue I felt it was really run down, ripped lino, paint coming of the walls, dingy toilets and the private rooms were not inviting at all. Too me it needed to have a total overhaul to make it more inviting to guests to want to stay and play. We stayed for about an hour then left, stating to each other we would never return. $120.00 wasted.

One year later we married, and we decided to join RedHotPie an Australian online dating and swingers site. We logged in as a couple seeking other couples, single men and ladies for friends with maybe some fun along the way. Within one night of joining we had received so many messages and flirts, I could not believe there were so many people out there wanting to meet up with us. Couples, single guys, single women even two transsexuals which got my heart pumping real fast to say the least..lol. We entered RedHotPies adult webcam community chat room to see what all the other members were chatting about. After a few minutes of being in there we were welcomed by a man named Bryce, whom we could see online on his cam. At this point we just kept it mundane chit chat. We told him we were very new at this, but thought this was a very good place to start. We spoke alot together about just general things at first such as work, family, hobbies, also some of his experiences of being on RedHotPie, how he has made some great and lasting friendships. It was beginning to sound better and better by the minute. After about an hour chatting to Bryce he asked us to go into private chat and to turn on our cam. I was reluctant at first and nervous but as my husband said “its all in the name of fun. He doesn’t know us, and we don’t know him, so come on hun lets do it”. “Ok I said, Yeah Lets do it. He was a very fun loving guy I could tell by his constant smiles. He looked quite slender and tall as I could make out, even though he was sitting down. But what attracted me to him above all was his bald head. I’m a succor for the baldies…. hehe. He then asked me if he could show me something, I said sure go ahead. Well without even being prepared for it he moved the cam downwards and all I saw was this huge, hard, long thick cock staring straight up at me, “OMG” I said I didn’t expect that, so in the heat of the excitement I lifted my top up to expose my big G Cup breasts right up close to the cam. “OMG he said I have never seen such perfectly rounded smooth huge breasts, your husband is a very lucky man. He started to stroke his cock real fast and hard right in front of my face, saying this is what your breasts do to me. He told us he was a very sexually active man who can cum several times a day. I said Bryce you have met your match, I am a very horny girl who can have multiple orgasms many times a day. Well sadly at this point we had to leave the chat room but promised to leave messages and hopefully catch up the next day to talk more.

The next night being Tuesday, my husband and I logged into RedHotPie once again. We went straight to our inbox to see if Bryce had left us a message. Low and behold to our surprise there were literally hundreds of messages from many different people. While siphoning through them all, there was one there from Bryce, which we eagerly opened. He described himself as being a very lay back and easy going sort of guy. Someone that loves to meet new people to include in his very large circle of friends. Expressing his interest in meeting both of us he reassured us he was a very confidential person. He left his mobile phone number for us saying feel free to call at anytime.

Well two days later with much encouragement from my husband, I actually built up the courage to ring Bryce to arrange a meeting place for that coffee. I was so nervous, as I dialed the number I was thinking I hope he won’t pick up, or maybe he won’t hear his phone. I was just about to end the call when I heard a voice on the other end say “Hello Bryce speaking:. There was a long pause, I could feel myself shaking in my boots, my voice trembling, “hello” I said “this is Monty”. “Oh” he said “I’m so glad to hear from you so soon”. Well a time and place was arranged we were to meet three days later friday at 12.30 pm at a coffee shop.

Friday came and as it got closer to leaving home, the build up of it all seemed quite exhilarating. As we were driving to meet Bryce, my husband and I discussed topics we were and were not going to talk about. We arrived at our destination, parked the car and slowly started walking to where we all were to meet. “There he is” my husband whispered, I started to feel a little jittery right now. We are here, before we could say anything, a hand went out to shake our hands, Hello Monty, Hello Brodie, I’m Bryce”. We likewise introduced ourselves. We sat down, and Bryce kindly ordered the coffee’s. I must say I was a little self conscious at first as Bryce kept looking at my breasts. But thats partly my fault I shouldn’t have shown them off in the first place. Well we spent about an hour together getting to know each other before we said our goodbyes and then departed. From there Brodie and I went for another coffee to talk about our meeting. We both agreed it went very well, both feeling relaxed and comfortable liking him very much. We began the long drive home and within five minutes of walking through our front door I asked my husband jokingly “ring Bryce and ask him if he is available for that night to play”.

I think my husband was shocked I had actually asked him to do so, but didn’t give any chance for me to change my mind. He rang straight away. Bryce offered to ring around and find a suitable hotel room in which we would all feel comfortable in. Bryce called back within an hour saying all had been organized. He found one which was a forty five minute drive away from our house and we were to meet him there at 7.30 pm.

It was time to leave, all the way there my stomach was churning, in excitement or reservations, I did not know. Even my husband was very quiet. “There it is I said, thats our hotel”. We parked the car and began slowly Walking up to the hotel room. “If he opens the door naked, I will punch him and walk off” my husband said. I had butterflys churning inside me, one knock at the door and it opened, with a sigh of relief, Bryce was not naked, rather he wore a nice pair of blue jeans, a stripped casual shirt and a pair of black thongs. He invited us in, took us over to the lounge area where we all sat down.”Would you like a beer or glass of wine,” he asked. At that stage I had already began pulling out a bottle of wine from my handbag. He poured my glass first, then pulled out of the fridge two cold beers for both of them.

We sat on the lounge for about an hour just talking and drinking, after downing half a bottle of wine I began to feel a little tipsy and flushed so I got up, walked into the bathroom to have a relaxing shower. While I was in there Brodie took the opportunity to set down some of the ground rules of our playtime. Expressing the “Safe Sex” side of things and our no kissing rule, which Bryce respected without any reservations.

Putting on a sexy white lace see through negligee, that I purchased from Wicked Temptations, I casually walked back out. I then went over to the bed in eye distance to the boys and lowered myself onto the bed. I casually pulled out my vibrator and put it between my legs whilst still carrying on a conversation with the boys. If you only saw their faces, it would have told all, I could tell they just wanted to jump up and mall me.

After about five minutes I invited both over to be closer. They didn’t hesitate at all, sitting on the edge of the bed they both started stroking my legs very gently, moving slowly up over my stomach to my breasts. “Take her breast out and suck her nipples” my husband said to Bryce. There was no hesitation, before I knew it, they had both attached themselves to each of my breasts. Licking, sucking, tugging with their teeth, as I laid back, closed my eyes, enjoying every moment. Brodie came close, kneeled beside me slowly inserting his now swollen cock into my slightly opened mouth. Turning towards Bryce he said “feel her pussy Bryce, see if she is wet”. “F..k” he said, “she is saturated”. “Go ahead Bryce, see what she tastes like” Brodie said. Expressing his feelings he uttered “Mmmmmmmmmmm so sweet tasting juices, and so much of it. I am so hard right now”. Turning to me Brodie said, “feel his cock hun, see how hard he is”. Without delay I started to stroke his hardened cock, my pussy throbbing at every pull, I could feel his veins protruding out of his skin, all the while I was still sucking on Brodie’s.

“My turn now” Brodie said to Bryce, “lets switch places, here hun suck on Bryce’s cock”. In total amazement I could not believe what I had just heard coming from my own husbands mouth, to suck another man off. Not only that, but this was one thing I said to Brodie I intended not to do, as I thought it would be wrong on my part. But in the heat of the moment, and me feeling so damn horny I just grabbed it, shoved it in my mouth and started sucking it right down to the back of my throat, all the while Brodie has turned his attention to me by going down on me.

Oh he knows just the way to use his tongue, flicking it across my clit to make it hard, then slowly sliding it up and down both insides of my pussy lips. I feel myself grinding my pussy against his mouth, then he slips two fingers in and begins to work them fast. ” Look Bryce, look how much she squirts”. At that moment I let out an almighty uncontrollable scream. My first of many orgasms, for that night.

To Be Continued………

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