Rough Sex Erotica
"Home Invasion," a Dirty Martini erotic story by Voracity Lee
Four weeks and three days had passed since he’d missed their rendezvous; she’d stop wondering why five days ago.
She heard the doorbell ring and looked out the window. She gave no thought at all to the white suburban parked in front of her home.
Her mind was blown away when she opened the door, and she was suddenly pushed against the wall by the very man of her covert, lustful liaisons. Questions exploded in her head like fireworks, panic gripped her belly in a vice, and passion flooded her vagina in a warm fluid surge as he pinned her hands above her head with one of his and used the other hand to take possession of her breast. He latched on to her lips with his own. She tried to buck his body off hers, but he only pressed in closer.
This was a meeting of the most illicit kind at the most illicit of locations; she had to get him out of here! What the hell was he doing here?
When he felt her body surrender, Raider relinquished his captive’s mouth and whispered in her ear that her husband was still at work and Raider would know the moment that changed. Part of her was in outrage at his audacity and abuse of power, but the part enjoying her swollen nipple between his massaging fingers didn’t even hear him. Leaving her breast, his hand moved along her chest until it rested on her throat. It was the hand of a trained killer, and the fact never ceased to overcome and undo her; for it also brought unparalleled pleasure.
He kneed her legs apart and began grinding his iron bulge into her pelvis. Captive took a breath to tell him to get out of her home, but he covered her mouth with his hand, and then tightened his other grip on her wrists when she began to struggle. Catching her large brown eyes with his, he shushed her before whispering that he couldn’t explain why he stood her up a month ago, as it was the nature of his business, but she was to know that his dick got hard, much like it is presently, at the appointed time he was to have fucked her. Now he was here to do just that.
Captive could not believe her lover was taking possession of her now. She was still trying to understand how he knew where she lived; they had never been to the respective homes shared with their respective families. Captive knew she should be fighting against this man who moved like a spider – silent, unseen, and potentially deadly – but thoughts of being alone with him made her hot and wet. His proximity completely liquefied her, washing away all sense and caution. She raised one of her legs to encircle him, causing Raider to shift, lift her from the floor and carry her from the foyer to the living room sofa.
Raider moved as though he knew where he was going; the impossibility of that notion, conflicting with the very fact of his presence, made Captive dizzy. She did not resist when Raider removed her clothing, leaving her naked on the cold leather of the dark tan couch.
Nude Reclining on Couch, by Igor Vasiliadis (prints available at obsessionart.com, starting at $39.20) She was aroused by her exposure and Raider’s examination of what lay before him, and she could see the straining bulge of his dick outlined behind his fatigues. She wanted it.
Reaching up, Captive unzipped Raider’s pants and freed his long, hard pipe. Wrapping her hands around the shaft, the wife of another and mother of another man’s three children enveloped the beefy head of Raider’s penis with her lips and felt it jerk uncontrollably against the roof of her mouth. Raider began moving his hips, but Captive pulled back, only allowing his tip to tickle her tongue. Raider lowered his pants but didn’t step out of them – they were hung up on his combat boots. Captive cupped his rolling balls swirling in skin shrinking before her eyes. Raider growled and jabbed his dick deeper into her mouth, stopping only when he met her throat.
Slipping to her knees Captive sucked and bobbed until the taste of him changed, indicating his imminent climax. Slowly and tightly, she removed her mouth from his shiny, twitching penis, gently nipping at the glaring crown with her teeth.
She watched Raider’s face as she lay back on the floor and spread her legs, giving him a full view of her shimmering, swollen layers surrounding the opening that oozed a welcome so creamy, Captive could feel it. And when Raider licked his lips and grabbed his shaft as though to hold it back, she knew he could see how wet she was.
Smiling, Raider lowered himself between the legs of the woman he had come to claim and seize. He removed his shirt. Captive marveled anew at his defined chest and flat stomach. His masculinity was so intense, she wanted nothing less than to have him plunder her. Such a brutal, archaic word – plunder – but there was no other term to describe that need she had to have Raider inside of her, deep and hard.
Raider responded to the heat radiating from Captive by grabbing her ass, raising her hips and plowing into her so forcefully, she screamed. Not a moan or a loud outburst; Captive emitted a sound from her throat that would probably alarm the neighbors. How ironic it would be if they, in turn, called the authorities. Momentarily overcome by the melding of flesh, the couple did not move. It was if they shared an eternity of ecstasy in a few seconds. The rapture was broken when a shudder passed through Raider’s body, and Captive’s body gave an answering spasm. The base took over the divine.
Raider held Captive’s ass tightly in his hands and stroked her pussy with back-arching, solid, rhythmic thrusts. Feeling everything inside of her yield to the invasion of this man, Captive held on to Raider’s shoulders in an attempt to remain grounded. Raider leaned forward and allowed his breath to drift across her neck; the sensation was erotic and made her nipples ache. Raider knew exactly what he was doing to his conquest’s body – he studied everything that interested him and he found Captive fascinatingly mysterious. He blew on her hard nipples – they looked like small berries about to burst with nectar – and he smiled when she curved her spine in an effort to put one of the fruits into his mouth. Raider felt Captive’s moan of frustration when he did not take what was offered. It motivated him to slow his pace to an easy, teasing tempo. He pulled the head of his cock out to where it hitched on the snug opening of Captive’s pussy, which reacted by latching on to his penis with a grip that made him gasp.
Enjoying the transition of going from the possessed to the possessor, Captive squeezed Raider’s dick with her inner muscles until she felt sure it would snap in two. She smoothly moved her hips. Bracing himself on his strong arms and matching her rhythm, Raider succumbed to the tempting nipples dancing for his attention and took one in his mouth. The peak was hard and square, tasting as sweet as it looked, her swaying breast beneath it was heavy and full. The juiciness of her tits was matched only by the juiciness of her twat and it felt like her fat lips were trying to swallow him whole.
Captive’s pussy was so incredible, Raider wanted it to last a little longer. So when the need to come overwhelmed him, he stopped moving. He could tell by her beat that Captive was lost in her own world, taking his dick and using it to get herself off. When Captive came it was like an volcano, her entire being shook from the inside out, her pussy squeezed and pulsed, producing a river so hot, it could only be described as lava. His dick grew even harder inside of Captive at the very thought of her climaxing and taking him with her.
Raider wanted more mental possession of Captive and demanded that she say his name. She was so far gone, she didn’t hear him. Wetting his fingers in his mouth, Raider pinched Captive’s nipples hard until she opened her eyes. He stared into her eyes, increasing the rate at which he thrust into her, and told her again to say his name or he would stop fucking her. Pulling herself back into her body, Captive looked at the man above her. He had such lust and hunger – and a touch of depravity – in his eyes that she lost all control and did say his name at the top of her lungs, rearing and bucking beneath him.
Once the wild ride eased, Raider caressed the valley between Captive’s breasts to calm her down; she has come close to passing out on him before. After her trembling subsided, Raider pulled out of her body and told her to turn over. Although weak in the knees, Captive did as bidden, presenting her round ass for his gratification.
Raider grasped his hard cock and spanked her pussy, making her buck wildly. He laughed, and then used his fingers to open the fleshy, slippery hole before him. He watched her vagina twitch and pulsate, seeking him out. Slowly, so slowly he could feel every valley and ridge of her, slid his shaft into her cave until he hit the bottom. Captive let out a growling groan, and again, her walls clasped him securely, this time making him moan from his toes.
He smacked her ass in retaliation and delighted in watching the flesh shimmy. Each time his hand made smarting contact, he slammed into her core. Captive clawed the carpet beneath her fingers, trying to keep from getting a rug burn on her face. She was close to collapse; yet, she knew she would never deny this man anything. He had laid his claim on her the first time he took her beyond the one-dimensional lovemaking she had become accustomed to in the years of her marriage. Her body was his.
Sensing and appreciating what Captive was giving him, Raider allowed himself to soar beyond the moment, letting the pleasure of shear animalistic fucking take him away. He had never experienced another pussy like hers, and it infused his lust with a strange twinge of anger, making him want to in some way mark this body he ravished as his territory. Holding on to Captive’s waist he plunged and plunged into her, saying her name, and feeling his own guts clench when she willingly said his. Raider came in an eruption of such fire and fury that it took him by surprise; he reflexively grabbed Captive’s hair, pulled and roared as his sperm rushed through her tunnel to the depths beyond.
The pleasure-coated pain made Captive moan and whimper; she was on the verge of tears when her knees gave out and she folded to the floor, Raider pinning her down with penis and body. Captive was too numb and pleasantly sore to care that her breath was constricted from her body. Perhaps Raider’s cell phone ringing saved her in more ways than one.
Disconnecting himself from Captive, Raider fumbled for the phone located somewhere in the pants around his ankles. To some degree it was a false alarm – his wife was calling to see what time she might expect him home. While he handled the domestic discussion, Captive rose and obtained two warm, soapy washcloths and dry towels. She handed a set to Raider as he hung up the phone. Captive’s body was electrified and she wanted to lay Raider back while she straddled and rode him to euphoria. However, just as she was about to act upon this desire, Raider’s cell phone rang again, and this time it was the blowing of the whistle. Her husband was leaving the building for the day. Although with traffic and travel time, they probably had time for another romp, reality set in like a soggy blanket on Captive, and she hustled Raider into his clothes and out the door.
Captive watched Raider strut to his vehicle and drive away before running to the bathroom to take a shower. When she looked at herself in the mirror she realized that only a blind person would miss that she had just been fucked. Better make it a cold shower.
After cooling and calming herself down, Captive surveyed the living room for any tell tale signs sex. She didn’t find any, so she poured herself a glass of wine to sip on while she waited for her husband to come home. Her children, with their varying schedules, would follow shortly thereafter. Captive was a mistress at games and research, and she would put these talents to use to locate and repay Raider for his invasion of her domain. He would soon discover that he was not the only one who could take what he wanted; the slave would become the master, the conqueror, conquered. Captive went to the computer and began working on her counter-attack. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation.
Originally published June 2011