Possesed By A Stranger

She was getting ready to go to bed. Her shower out of the way, a loose fitting shirt her husband had left her hung on her body like a towel. She
stepped out of the bathroom and towards the bed. Just as she took that last step, she realized she was not alone. She tried to turn to face the
intruder, but it was too late. He had his arms around her, pulling her to him as he reached into the shirt and forcefully took control of her breast. Squeezing it hard and tight. His other hand covered her screams and pulled her blond head towards his. He whispered into her, "Don't fight it. You'll like it when I'm finished".

She fought, trying to pull his arms away, but he was too strong. He wrapped his arm around her neck while still fondling her firm breast. He pushed her down on the bed, face first, forcing her legs
up and spreading them wide. He wanted every inch of himself inside of her. He held her head down by her neck with one hand and fondled his **** with the other. ******* it off, getting ready for the full force of his entry. He spit into his hand to moisten his rod. Slowly at first, he slid his stick into her tight *****. She moaned and struggled. as he withdrew, he probed slowly and felt her juices. He withdrew a third time, taking stock and them rammed the full length of his **** into her tight pool. She let out a moaning, expressive sigh. He stayed in her, rotating around before pulling out.

He tightened his grip on her neck and thrust with all of his might. She screamed and arched herself back towards him, spreading her legs more, laying forward to expose her heated body. He knew now that he had her.
She was opening herself up, telling him she wanted more. He slammed his stiff rod into her two or three more times, each time a bit harder than the last. each time he felt the walls of her ***** tighten around his thick ****, not wanting to let go.

She rolled over, legs spread, her thighs as red and wet as her
***** and ****. Her eyes begged him for more. He slide his body to her face, letting his **** slide across her ****. She squirmed with every touch. He dropped his tongue deep into her mouth, at the same time, thrusting his rod deep into her wet throbbing *****. She grabbed the hair on his head and pulled his tongue further into her mouth. She pulled her legs back to give him more room to fill her up with his juices. More room for him to feel her heat and depth.. They grunted and ****** like animals for what seemed like hours. She scratching like a wild cat, he tried to keep her under control, to dominate her.. After a while, they both fell back in exhaustion. Neither knew what to say to the other. They looked at each other, exchanged a passionate tongue lick and fell asleep overwhelmed by raw animal passion. She woke up that morning, not certain what to expect.. She lay still for a few minutes then turned to look at him. The bed was made, the towel was where she had left it. She checked her body and found her night shirt still on her. The scratches and bites he
inflected were gone, or were they? After a few moments she realized, it had all been a dream. The erotic, exciting fantasy had been a dream. she got out of bed to take a shower and get ready for her husband to return home. She was looking forward to playing out her dream with him!.
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1 Response Dec 1, 2012

great story my friend.