Ivy Duncan leaned into the cab to pay the driver, her blouse’s deep neckline cradling her breasts. The cab driver addressed his thanks to her cleavage, and then admired her walk as she made her way with her bags up the steps to the house where he’d dropped her off. He licked his lips – her curvaceous ass was perfectly outlined when she bent over to retrieve a spare key from under the mat. Only when the last of the sexy redhead had disappeared behind the heavy, ornate door, did he drive away.
Glad to have arrived at last at her Uncle Reid’s place, Ivy sighed and made her way to the back bedroom he’d said she could have. She was a day early, but she figured her uncle wouldn’t mind. She set her bags down on the bed, and then took her overnight bag to the bathroom adjoining her room.
The Jacuzzi tub called to her travel-weary body, and in fewer than ten minutes she was sinking into the steaming, roiling water with her razor and sea sponge. She softly hummed a favorite Irish air as she leaned back, enjoying the jets as they massaged her muscles and pushed at the sides of her breasts, creating a pleasing swirl of water around her taut nipples. Ivy closed her eyes, laid her head on the edge of the tub, and let the water have its way with her.
Meanwhile, Jake couldn’t believe his luck as he crept around the outside of the Duncans’ home. He loved doing this. He loved the challenge of finding the chink in the armor of his opponent and exploiting it before anyone saw him or questioned his presence. Now, due to pure serendipity, he was being paid a lot to do just that, and to share his expertise for the brand new show, “It Takes a Thief.”
It didn’t take him long to find the second story window above the attached garage. He chuckled, truly amused at the stupidity of the Duncans. “They always assume the high windows are safe.” He tried the side door to the garage. Locked.
“Eh, no problem.” Jake knew his prey. He walked into the garden like he belonged there. Sure enough, there was the tool shed, the unlocked tool shed. “Yep.” He grabbed the stepladder and a bucket. He was up on the roof and through the window in mere moments. The director, who sat in a van parked outside on the street, cued the cameras planted inside, and they started up as Jake stepped into the hallway.
“Damn,” Jake thought. “That’s a loud central air system. What a hum! I’ll have to mention that as a possible danger—it masks any noise an invader might make.” He would have certainly taken advantage of that, if he wasn’t going straight.
Still, something bugged him about that noise. “Who puts their central control upstairs?” He made his way down the hall, homing in on the source.
The house was old, with the bedrooms situated along a mezzanine at the top of a grand staircase. Jake’s mouth watered as he glanced into the two rooms along the path of his search. The Duncans knew how to live, and they loved art—his specialty. Jake, however, was on a mission, so he continued past these to the last bedroom, where the sound led him. He crept into the room, the cameras following him.
The director, who couldn’t hear the hum, cursed. “What the hell is he doing? How are people gonna learn how destructive a thief is if he pussyfoots around?” He was about cut the cameras when Jake pushed open the door to the bathroom. “Ho-ly shhit.” He fell back into his chair. “What’s she doing there?”
Inside the house, Jake was echoing those exact sentiments. The humming was the motor of a whirlpool tub, and there in that tub was a woman, her body submerged in perfect relaxation except for beautiful dark nipples at the top of her nice, full breasts.
Jake caught his breath. Her eyes were closed. His upper head told him he could just go, get out, and she’d never know he was there. They could find another house, probably within the day, and still get the show out by deadline.
His lower head rose to the forefront, though, and he liked its logic better. He could take advantage of this. She was so hot, and no one knew she was here, he was certain. The Duncans wouldn’t have consented to have their house used if they did. He paused for a moment at the thought of the cameras he knew were everywhere, but realized that the house was locked, with an alarm, and he’d closed the window through which he’d entered.
He shoved the bathroom door all the way open so that it slammed into the wall behind it. The woman’s eyes snapped open and her body jumped. “Uncle Reid! I—” Then those brown eyes widened and her lovely mouth went slack, making Jake’s dick twitch. “You’re not Uncle Reid.”
That’s all she got out of her mouth. Jake was at the tub in one long stride and had clamped his hand over her mouth. She tried to free her head, but the tub’s hard surface pressed against her neck opposite the force of the man’s hand, and her arms were not strong enough to pull him away. He smiled as her scream was muffled, and placed a finger over his lips.
“Shhhh! You know no one’s gonna hear you in this old brick house.” Brick house. She was built like one, he noticed now, but he was smart enough to realize that this was not the time to admire. He had to establish his dominance in the situation, or this could go horribly wrong.
Ivy nodded, staring into the man’s steel grey eyes, trying to assess her chances of talking him out of – whatever he was planning. He slowly removed his hand from her mouth, and she wet her lips and pressed them together, tasting blood where her teeth had been mashed into the soft flesh inside her lip.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up to sit in front of him, leering down at her when she gasped at the sight of his cock fighting to get out of his pants. “Get up.” He pulled her up and his other arm clamped around her waist to hold her to him. He laughed at her squeal of surprise, and his cock began to ache for release. Mmmm, this power thing had something to it. He wondered why he’d never tried it before.
Ivy felt the man’s erection pressing into her thigh as the hand that had been on her waist slipped up to her breast and pinched a nipple. She caught her breath and fought with her body’s reaction. She was not going to let this stranger have her without a struggle. She twisted in his grip, but his fingers were clamped tightly, a vice holding her quite effectively by that one nipple. She winced and stopped, glaring at him, her mind racing to find another out.
The man leaned his head forward, hissing into her ear. “You’re turning me on.” He nudged her deliberately with his crotch, and she gasped at how very hard that bulge was. Ivy’s heart raced at the thought of it, but her mind struggled to keep her balance as he hauled her out of the tub and pressed her face to the wall.
“Please—,” she pled, her breath short in her effort to fight back panic. The stranger’s intention was clear, he was too strong to overpower, and she realized with a shock that she was excited by her own helplessness.
Jake grabbed his victim’s ass and squeezed. “You have a nice ass, lady. I’ll bet that little cunt of yours is nice and tight, too.” The words felt good rolling from his lips. He was enjoying her little squeals and mews as she tried to keep from screaming. He slid his hand down, strong fingers pressing into her lips. Now it was his turn to catch his breath. The bitch was wet. His lips curled into a knowing leer.
Ivy saw her attacker’s expression in the mirror and he watched her blush and lower her eyes. She yelped when he forced his fingers into her cunt, and her own curled against the wall. The ones on his other hand burrowed in to hold her hair.
“Fuck!” she yelled. She had to say something, and that just seemed to fit best. She struggled against his probing, only to find that it moved his fingers delightfully in her hot hole. Her rationality was fading quickly, overtaken by lust.
Jake chuckled at the appropriate choice of words as he finger fucked her. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
She spat, still defiant, but her body responded to him. He smacked her ass hard, his cock twitching at the sound of her yelp. Oh, this was sweet.
He pulled her from the wall and used his grip on her thick mane to force her to her knees before him, her face against his hard bulge. He couldn’t help but moan as he felt her hot, panting breath spreading heat through the cloth covering his cock. She struggled, but he had found her hair to be a perfect handle, and holding her face right there quelled any thoughts she might have had of punching him in the crotch.
The director watched in disbelief as the gorgeous redhead reached up and unfastened Jake’s pants. He rubbed his crotch and sucked in his breath as she opened her mouth and closed those luscious lips around the thief’s considerable cock. The phone rang. “Yeah. Well, FIND OUT!!!” His voice cracked. Damn. How did this happen?
The cameras caught everything as Jake held the girl’s head and slid his cock in and out of her mouth.
Ivy sucked the stranger’s cock into her mouth, moaning on it. Doing this with his fingers tight in her hair made her cunt burn to be fucked. Her juices rushed to quench the fire, but only stoked it as her mind registered the trickle down her inner thighs. She brought one hand up to grip his shaft and stroke it in opposition to her mouth; the other, she buried in her slick, full labia. She swallowed hard at their sensitivity, and he felt the extra bit of suction.
Jake let out a deep moan. “Ohhh yes, baby! You like having your hot little mouth fucked, don’t you?” Her nod did things to his cock head that brought a cry to his lips. Her rhythm never faltered, and he felt his shaft stiffen further. He shuddered and pulled her off of him.
“Oh no, you don’t. I wanna feel that tight little pussy of yours,” he growled, yanking her to her feet. He looked around quickly. The bed? It seemed so far away. No. The vanity. He wanted to watch her face when he fucked her. He smacked her ass again, and again his cock jumped as she yelped.
“Bend over the counter.” He pushed her over there, never letting go of her hair. After all, if she didn’t want that delicate little neck broken, she’d do what he wanted her to. Not that he’d ever do it. But she didn’t know that.
Ivy closed her eyes and her lips parted as his hand caressed her ass. His low moan of approval both angered and aroused her. He was treating her like his property. She hated him for it. She wanted his thick cock to split her cunt, and she hated herself for that.
Jake let his hand wander over her ass. In another time or place, he’d devour that silky soft skin with tongue and lips, and grip it as he looked into this woman’s incredible eyes and fucked her slowly, enjoying her body completely. As things were, though, he just wanted his cock in that pussy.
She was so wet that her inner thighs glistened. He grasped her hip with the hand not holding her hair and pushed into her. It was pushing, no other word for it. This girl was tight, and his cock was generous. His eyes opened as wide as hers at the incredible sensation of that cock pushing apart her walls. He couldn’t believe how sexy her little panting cries were as she tried to accommodate his girth.
Ivy stared at her assailant in the mirror as he split her pussy walls, pulling by her hair as she gripped the fixtures of the sink in front of her. She was beyond caring that this was a stranger, or that she was supposed to be a good girl. All she cared about was that cock now being worked in and out of her tight little cunt. She let out a moan of pleasure and kept moaning.
“Fuck,” she whispered, and then did something she’d never thought she could or would do. She begged. “Ohhhhh god, fuck me,” she moaned. “Hard. Fuck me hard!” Then she squealed with each impact as he drew back and then drove in, hard.
Jake finally let go of her hair to move his hand to her tits as they quivered with each impact of his hips on her soft ass. He couldn’t believe it when she cried out the next time.
“Yesssss… Oh g-od y-es! Fuck, I’m c-oming!”
He felt her muscles clamp down on his cock as her entire body bucked and shook and she screamed into her arm, biting down. He looked down to see her juices gushing from around his cock as he slammed into her, and above, her anus pulsing. Jake hadn’t thought about taking her sweet little ass, but as he pressed on that hole with the thumb of one hand and tortured her nipple with the other, she moaned and licked her lips in a wanton gesture that stoked that little spark of desire to a raging fire.
He gripped her hip in preparation and pulled out. Their gazes met in the mirror, and her eyes conveyed uncertainty, but she widened her stance. He twisted one of her nipples the way she was twisting the other and positioned his cum-slicked cock at her anus.
The director had given up on self-control when Jake had plunged into that perfect pussy, and he was helplessly stroking himself as he watched the star of his show get ready to push into the ass of the Duncans’ niece. What was unbearably hot was that she wanted it. “Fuuuuck,” he told the equipment around him.
Jake had forgotten all about the cameras by now. All that he knew was the incredible tightness that was slowly swallowing his cock. His ‘victim’ was pushing back onto him as he pushed forward, and every bit of that force was needed. He’d thought her pussy was tight, but this—this was heaven. Her cries of pain meant nothing as he worked his shaft into her tightest hole.
Ivy had closed her eyes, concentrating on the incredible feeling of this first for her. She didn’t muffle her cries, or hide the single teardrop that made its way down her face. The tightrope of pain and pleasure was exquisite to walk, and she moved her hand down her soft belly to bury her fingers in her snatch, thumb on her clit, vibrating the nub till electricity shot from it to her cunt and ass, and up to her lonely nipples. She wanted a mouth on them. She wondered if this invader had a partner, then mentally flogged herself for the thought.
She cried out her desire. “God, yes! Fuck my ass… oh, that big cock feels so good.” She growled and started pushing back against him hard.
The woman’s words drove Jake ever closer to release, but he wanted to feel her ass clench on his cock as she came again. Without a word, he took her down to the floor, placing her on all fours, and covered her as he drove into her with slow, hard, steady strokes designed to hold him back from release. Her arms trembled as he rested part of his weight on her, but any protests were swallowed by her cries of pleasure as one of his hands found her nipple and the other expertly worked her clitoral hood with the thumb while his long fingers curled around to stroke her g-spot. Her screams were the sweetest music possible.
Ivy had never felt such pleasure. The only thing that could be better, as far as she was concerned, was a cock in her pussy, too. She was out of her head, humping back on this stranger’s wonderful cock, and she didn’t care. She just wanted to come and she realized that she wanted—no, at this point, she needed—for him to fill her ass.
Jake was starting to feel the pressure in his balls that told him he was close, and was wondering if he should pull out, when she almost sobbed her desire.
“P-lease…come… in…mee-e! Come-ming!”
“Oh FUCK!” he responded when her ass gripped his cock and her body trembled and bucked on him. It felt like her muscles would tear off his cock if he tried to pull out, but his cock was suddenly so sensitive, it almost hurt. He shot into her when he was buried deep in that taboo, burying his face in her hair and screaming, and they both collapsed to the floor, welcoming its coolness.
“Ivy,” she panted at last.
“Jake,” he returned.
“Shit,” the director whispered. “I can’t believe that just happened.” He wiped off his chest with his shirt and pulled another from his duffle bag. It had, though, and he realized that they couldn’t work with Jake if they ever wanted to air this show. If it ever came out that their star had taken advantage of a woman in the course of filming, it would never get off the ground. No, they had to cover this up. They’d looked at another candidate, named John. Maybe they could still get him.
He sighed. “It’s gonna be a long fucking day.”
Originally published May 2009