The Intruder - Sex Stories

The Intruder

... it came an unwelcome longing and the first hint of moisture appeared between my clenched and trembling thighs. I knew what it was. The fear was affecting me as it always did, arousing me at time when I should have been repulsed. Once unbuckled, his jeans dropped from his hips, exposing the long shape of his cock. Calmly, as if I wasn't even there, he took his member into his hand and stroked it until it was stood, ridged and proud. 'Oh, fuck he huge!' was my first thought at seeing it and more tears began running down my cheeks. He was so hard that I knew he'd have no trouble getting that monster into me. "Please,I'm begging you, don't do this to me!" I pleaded, but he just shook his head. "What's got to be has got to be, girl. You're going to get fucked, the only question is, how many bruises you get along the way." Then he pulled off his shirt, revealing his dark and muscled chest. An uncontrolled desire rose in my throat as I gazed upon his body. He was chiseled and strong and so beautiful, yet underneath, he was a monster who was going to rape me simply because he could. When he reached out and took my ankle, it all became very real. "Noo!" I screamed, kicking at him and trying to drive him away. His grip never wavered though and with a quick pull, I was drawn flat on my back. Then he pulled me to the middle of the bed and gabbed the hem of my panties. I screamed and writhed on the bed but his strength was too great and he laughed as my panties began sliding down my ...

... legs. I kicked and tried to roll away but it was no use and in an instant the only meager protection I had was laying somewhere on the shadowed floor. You have great fuckin' legs, girl. I bet your pussy is gonna feel tight around my cock. He rose like a bull over me and I beat on his chest, desperately trying to push him away. Then, with a snarling growl, he grabbed me by my throat and squeezed hard, cutting off my breath. "You're a fighter. I like that, but it ain't gonna do you any good. In the end you still get fucked." I tried to respond, to beg him to stop but my words were caught in his strangling grasp on my throat. I could only gurgle and wheeze while my consciousness began to dim. With his grip on my neck and the weight of his body pinning me into the sheets, I could barely move. His skin felt incredibly warm on mine and I soon realized that he was grinding the hot shape of his massive cock into my belly. As my breath began to fail, he shifted his body and forced his knees between my clenching legs. I struggled hard to keep him from laying in the saddle of my thighs, but his grip on my throat was unrelenting and the weight of his body was impossible for me to resist. My legs parted under the stress and his knees dropped between my thighs. Then he pried me open and used his left hand to draw my knee up and away from his hip. He had me where he wanted and only then did he released his hold on my throat. My head was spinning and I coughed spittle as I drew my ragged breath. ...