The Home Invasion Part I

Debbie sometimes regretted marrying for money. She reflectedupon this as she draped her shapely body in her satin robeto answer the late night buzz on the intercom. The loud droninghad not woken her husband Conrad who slept soundly in theirbed. Minutes earlier he had come in his pretty young wifeand he was now contentedly snoring. Not without some disdainat this Debbie exited the bedroom to walk down the stairsof their palatial home to answer the door.The long walk down the sweeping staircase did not push thethoughts from her mind that she often had after sex withher husband. Conrad made love much like he did everything:slowly and ponderously. Debbie would have to put up withhim fumbling with her erogenous zones and then grindingaway with his faltering five inch erection, all the timepretending to enjoy it. Eventually she would save his egoby faking orgasm triggering him to shoot his sticky littlemess in her unsatisfied pussy.She was growing bored in their loveless marriage and asthe intercom.sounded again Debbie was jogged from hermemories of the college gang bangs she had participatedin. She longed to once again be treated like a slut and fuckedhard and long by a long, hard cock. “Hold your horses” shesaid under her breath wondering which of Conrad’s underlingshad an urgent issue this time. It was always her job as thetrophy wife to open the door and play housemaid to any ofConrad’s associates who called.The meditation on her husband’s sexual inadequacy andher yearning for a real cock had distracted Debbie and sheforgot to check the surveillance camera outside the gate.Conrad had a number of late night business dealings andshe thought nothing of the 10:30pm call and buzzed the gatesopen. “Conrad” she yelled upstairs “someone’s here foryou”. Turning on the outside light Debbie returned to hererotic musing which was briefly cut off by the visitor’sknock at the door. Opening the door Debbie was jolted backto the present by the sight of three men dressed in balaclavas,one of whom was upon her instantly, stifling her screambefore it had even passed her lips. The man’s momentum propelledthem both to the floor and Debbie ended up on her back withthe masked man lying atop her. “Well done Z” chortled the larger of his companions “needany help with the seven stone monster there”“Fuck you X” was Z’s snappy replyDebbie was frozen in fear as Z’s weight pressed her intothe floor. Z himself could not help but appreciate Debbie’sbreasts as they pushed against his own chest, nor couldhe fail to smell the intoxicating perfume she wore. Thisis perhaps enough to explain why his penis began to hardenand poke into the beautiful woman who lay helpless beneathhim. Debbie herself could feel his hardness, a harder cockthan she had been privileged to feel since her marriageand although she was still terrified she felt a long absenttingling in her nipples.“Get her up” said the other companion. Z reluctantly rosepulling Debbie up with him. Twisting her arm behind herhe forced her forward and the trio went into the mansion’slarge foyer at the foot of the stairs. “Did you bring a gun in your pocket Z?” inquired X referringto the erection that was noticeably jutting out againstthe crotch of Z’s pants. X had his first chance to observethe beautiful woman responsible for Z’s ‘discomfort’and he liked what he saw. Her robe did not sit as neatly asit had when she opened the door and it now exposed an invitingview of her tanned cleavage. A toned leg also stuck out ofthe satin garment giving a hint of the shaven pussy it ledto. “Damn, she is a hot one” he said reaching out and caressingDebbie’s long silken brunette curls. “Don’t touch her” barked the third assailant who was clearlythe leader “not yet anyway” he added in a softer more menacingvoice. “If you want to get out of tonight unharmed you’dbetter take us to your husband and tell him to cooperate.Well where is he?” he added after a pause in which Debbietrembled, her head swimming.“He’s… he’s up stairs” she stammered “in the bedroom”.
“Take us to him, and don’t try anything dumb” ordered theleader.With Z behind her still holding her arm in check, she ledthe trio toward her husband. Occasionally she would feelher captor’s hard cock brush her arse cheeks through thethin layer of satin that concealed them. To Debbie’s surpriseshe had to restrain herself from pushing her bubble buttback and grinding against Z’s rock hard cock.