The Bathub - Sex Stories

The Bathub

... his cock and knew that this one would be number six. He pulled the broken glass from the door, one small piece fell to the ground and shattered, but with all the noise, it was barely audible. It took only a second to reach in and open the lock. It was stupid that they didn’t have key locks on both sides since it was so close to the glass on the door, but he just thought himself lucky. His soft boots were quiet on the wood floors. He climbed up the darkened stairs to the second floor. The light was on in the living room, but it was empty. The kitchen was dark. He could see a light come from the bedroom as he crossed the living room quietly. He looked around the corner into the bedroom, but it was empty. The bathroom door was open an inch and he could see the light peering out. He snuck across the floor, his breathing rapid and his cock hard as a rock. Kirsten opened her eyes and began to wash her body. She let the soft washcloth pass over her breasts and rubbed her nipples until they turned into tiny hard pebbles. She washed her stomach with the soapy washcloth, her hand dipping lower. She was ready to masturbate, leaning back against the bathtub, shutting her eyes and imagining it was her lover that touched her in such a way. She shuddered the first time her finger pushed apart the petals of her love nest and rubbed her so intimately. Michael saw her naked body in the bathtub and the way she washed herself. Her ecstasy etched in her face and her closed eyes. He got here just ...

... in time. She was just as horny as he was. He did this so many times that it didn’t take long. His clothes were piled at his feet in less than a minute. He stroked his erection until it stood out like a spear in front of him. He might be a bit pudgy, but there was nothing pudgy about his cock. In his 0ther hand was the large knife. The polished steel was over eight inches long, sharp and imposing. Just the threat of it was usually enough to silence his victims. She opened her eyes when she heard a noise, not sure what it was. She was shocked at what she saw. Standing in her bathroom was a naked man, but what scared her even more was the big knife in his hand. He didn’t look like a robber or even a r4pist. He was middle aged, a little fat and not handsome, though he wasn’t ugly by any means. He looked like any middle-aged man she saw on the street, but this one was naked and she couldn’t help but see the cock that jutted out in front of him. He made no attempt to hide his face and that scared her. Would he kill me so I couldn’t identify him? “Who are you, what do you want?” Her voice trembled in fear, one hand over her breasts, the other between her legs. She shrunk into the tub when he got in, his naked body towered over her. He brandished the knife so she could see it. “Be good and do what I say or else. I would hate to cut you.” He hoped that he could scare her enough. He had never used the knife on any of the girls, not sure he could do it. “Don’t hurt me,” she could barely ...