3.1: Fucked By The Home Intruder With BBC $ Ghostface

Ana’s POV

The last of my clothes comes off, revealing my big succulent boobs strapped in the half-cut nude bra. It’s so small that half of my soft breasts pour out till the start of my pink nipples almost spill, the skin extra white.

“Hmm,” I heave a soft sigh.

My body aches. After a long day at work, I just need a bath of cold water to relax my muscles, and a good massage.

The tip of my fingers slides between my panties and skin, easing the too-tight fabric. Too tight that it eats deep into my pussy, squeezing out the juice it can, and leaving rough marks on my soft pinkish cunt.

When it comes off, the area is soaked with my pussy juice; transparent, thick, slimy.

I raise a leg to my bedstead and bend over so I’m staring at my meaty cunt. The harsh mark of the panties leaves red strokes along it, squeezes it without a care that my soft pink inner lips press together and form a small stomp on the surface. It lazily parts when I spread wider, showing the juicy entrance to my body.

Oddly, something cast on me.

Not me or my clothes, or…

It’s a shadow!

Shocked, I rush upward towards the direction, and the end of a dark silhouette zooms out of my sight. Like it disappears, leaving me to my wildness.

“Am I… Was it…” I sigh and shrug.

Done, I fold my panties in a small perfect circle that hides the pussy-juice coated area, pick up my dirty clothes, and head to the bathroom after one last glance at the window.

Still, nothing.

My phone rings, stopping me in my tracks.

I reach for it to see it’s my boss. No… it can’t be what I’m thinking. I'm reluctant to pick it up, but I eventually do.

“Ana,” his rough tone echoes in my ear. “We’ve got a new client I need you to assess. His pocket is friendly too.”

I force a smile. Remembering I’m not in his face where I have to always fake it, I frown.

“Sir, I just got back from the office and…”

“No, you’ll see him privately.” He cuts me off.

“What I meant to say was I’m tired.” I bite my bottom lip, to hold back a scream.

“You should,” he acknowledges, but the kind that brushes off your claim. “This won’t take up to an hour, and your paycheck gets fatter. How about that?”

I tighten my fist as if holding back a punch.

“I’ll take your silence as a yes.” He continues talking. “Meet me at the supermarket in thirty minutes. Not one minute longer, Ana.”

The call drops.

“Fuck you!” I slam my phone on the bed and fight for air.

It’s hard working as a psychologist in a small firm with a greedy boss! Too damn hard!

Before now, I wanted to soak myself in the cool tub, let the cold water massage my stiff shoulders I’ve held high all day in my straight suit, and work its magic down to my throbbing cunt.

Now, knowing how my boss is strict with time, it’s best I save the rest for later.

I rush over for a quick shower and randomly select a pair of blue pants, with nothing underneath. Yeah, most plus-sized ladies like me don't dare, because our thick thighs rub, and it causes the rough fabric to scrape our cunt, if you’re unlucky, it slices through.

Hmmm…

The thought of it makes me clench my thighs.

I grab a simple red bra, ash colored polo, and hurriedly pack my hair in a pony. The good thing about private clients is that you don’t have to dress to impress. They know your worth, which is the only reason you came highly recommended.

Next, I smear a plain lipgloss on my lips, grab my bag, and start for the door when my legs freeze.

I hear steady footsteps approach my room door, gently pounding on the wooden floor.

It comes with this strong masculine scent that easily dominates the room.

Someone broke into my home?!

My heart is racing a million miles, head is spinning with the possibility that this is my tired mind playing freak-out games with me.

‘Don't be stupid, Ana! Call the police!’

It takes an extra such second before I suck up to my reality. My shaky hand digs into my purse to grab my phone when the door creaks open!

Oh, my god!!!

First, a black garment floats in. When the door fully opens, it reveals a tall, huge man in an overflowing black gown and ghostface!

“What the fuck?” My voice breaks off.

My jaw drops!

I stagger backward, heart pounding against my chest.

‘Your damn phone!’

As if getting back my senses, I hurry to grab my phone when he rushes forward and dives for me.

“No… stop…” My bag drops, betraying me.

I wrap my arms around his back to steady myself as he easily picks up my big frame.

We land on the bed, with my back flat on it, and him stuck between my shamelessly wide legs that stretch out to the roof.

He spreads my legs apart, and without warning, digs his nails into my jeans, and rips them open!!!

The loud ripping sound of my jeans makes me gasp.

“Ouuu!”

Still, he drags out the piece of fabric in his hand until the place is cut open!

I anchor on my elbows, push my body upward to see the big filthy hole he carved out

My wet, thick hairy cunt and fat ass are on display, no reservations!

“Sto…”

Just as I look from my naked body to the intruder, he raises his dress as if to pull out a weapon. Something dark and fierce pops out.

And no, it’s not a knife or a goddamn gun!

It’s his cock!

Big.

Black.

Veined!

My mouth falls open with no words coming forth. What the hell?!