3.3: Fucked By The Home Intruder With BBC

P.S: This isn't to trigger anyone. It's advised you skip this chapter. It contains rape fetish.

Ana’s POV

“Open your mouth.” His stern order is followed by a rough pull on my hair!

I look from my ringing phone to the big black cock that now seems so familiar. Once, at work, I stumbled on a stranger using the bathroom. Everything was normal until I saw his length and size! It was the kind of cock that made a pretend decent girl lose her mask. And in my cubicle, I confessed to it.

My eyes blink nonstop, trying to remember the face of the stranger or if he has any slight resemblance.

He doesn't let me process my thoughts when he slaps my face with his thick cock.

I gasp, mouth opening wide against my will.

His firm hand digs into my jaw, squeezing into my cheeks so my mouth falls open.

“Ohh…” I groan, inaudibly.

“Good girl,” his free hand ruffles my hair before it returns to stroking his cock, caressing roughly till his precum spills, drooling along his fingers.

“Oh fuck. I want you, right here...” He sighs, stroking endlessly. His thumb reaches to caress my lips, squashing the soft tissue against his hard pad. “Right now…”

Each word has him pushing the tip of his cock in my face, has his nails digging into my cheek until I can feel my jaw broken or taste my blood.

His nails dig deeper, opening me wide, and he shoves his cock in my mouth!

My eyes widen, helplessly watching his fat black cock push through, forcing my mouth wider and breaking in further.

The smooth glide of his hairy rough shaft against my wet lips.

Oh, god!

I have a man’s damn cock in my mouth!

Screw that! I have a stranger’s BBC in my fucking mouth!

The slime of his thready precum drops on my tastebud! The odd taste of salt and whatever the fuck the cream is made of, messes with my senses.

“Ahhh…” I gag, trying to eject him but he doesn’t pull out.

“Slowly, honey.” He traps me against his cock, fucking my throat without a care. “Yeah… open your little mouth just like that… suck me…”

This wasn't what he promised me. He promised to be gentle. Not… this!

He pumps his hips against my face, burying more of his length deep in my throat.

It tickles!

I feel it rattle my senses!

The fresh dose of the salty taste of his precum has my mind spinning again. I grab his hips and struggle to push him out. The stupid effort has me swallowing!

I freeze, eyes widen, throat unable to stop his precum from swimming down. Instead, it gulps it joyfully like a little dirty whore.

“Stroke my cock. Ana.” He growls, impatient.

I pause, shifting between pleasure and disgust. Down, between my trembling thighs, my wrecked cunt still throbs and I can't help it. I let one hand swim down to soothe it, stroking around my weak pussy, letting the soft feather-like massage tease it.

My right hand releases his hip and traces down to his cock, stroking, playing up and down his length while my mouth sucks on it, while thick saliva drools from my fully cock-filled mouth… And while I moan on him like his damn bitch.

“Yeah… Oh… Yeah… Hmmm…” His grip on my hair tightens. It sends a surge of chills down my spine.

I curl a bit, so my fingers tease every inch of my bruised cunt.

“Hmmm…” I jerk to the thrill my fingers evoke.

My pussy loves how I fondle it.

And god! I can't help it.

One dirty stroke causes my stomach to clench, my body jerks forward, and my mouth takes more than it can handle.

“Uhhh…” I push out, coughing up thick lumps of saliva on my body.

“No, no. No.” He aggressively grabs me again and shoves his length in. His body is more rigid than I remember. “I’m about to cum. Don't stop.” The order is firm.

His nails literally dig into the nape of my neck in a bid to hold back the force of ejaculation. “Mmm… Fuck… Faster… Yes!”

I obey, rolling around his cock like a filthy sausage, sucking his cock from the point my mouth can cover, and running my tongue along him until I’m kissing and flicking and sucking the tip.

“Oh, god!!! Fuck!!!” He barks.

Like a ticking bomb, all of him goes rigid one second, and shoots forward like a rocket the next, blasting a dose of hot cumshot in my mouth.

Bloody shit!

As if holding me imprisoned, he grabs my jaw, parting me wider, and slams in again, squeezing himself to fit properly while depositing his hot slimy seed inside my sticky throat.

“Hmmm…” He groans, emptying his balls inside of me.

I remain frozen, wide-eyed, blinking every time my throat involuntarily gulps as his cum rolls down.

He pulls out, breathing heavy. Then he covers his flaccid cock with his ghost attire. “Swallow. Ana.” His tone is cool, as if hypnotizing me. “And I’ll tell you.” He cups my chin, tilting my head upward so he can see my throat swell when I take him in. His thumb runs along my wet lip, with intentions.

One, he fucked me so good, more than any man has. Two, I’m desperate to know this bastard. And maybe three, I want him fucking me all over.

So, I swallow for three dirty reasons, drinking all of him like my life depends on it.

“Good girl.” He scoffs and steps backward.

In silence, I watch him stroll to the window. He leans on it, eyes on me. His tall frame broods. He reaches. “Remember this?” He reaches for his inner pocket.

I angle to the edge of the bed, curious, patient.

As if waiting to taunt me, my phone beeps. With the intruder yet to reveal himself, I grab my phone. As expected, it's a text from my boss;

‘Be here in thirty minutes or face the consequences!’

I'm a bitch, I know. And I deserve whatever treatment he deems fit.

“Here.” The ghostface walks over and hands me a small card.

Too familiar card.

A closer look reveals my bold sleek handwriting.

‘No. No. No…’ My heart skips a beat. What's worse isn't that I know I’m the owner of the card, but the writing on it. More like a request.

‘I saw a little dirty thing— No, a big filthy cock. Big and black… and god! It's one I’ve always dreamed of. And I want it… I fucking do. And I want it to fulfill my dark fantasy; I want it to rape me. No apology.’

My jaw drops. Goosebumps creep along my skin. I'm stunned. Too stunned to speak.

I look at the stranger, lips quivering. “How… How did you get it?”

The answer to the question is not what I fear. What I fear the most is how many intruders I’ve invited with this nasty paper!