The Intruder (Patreon)

Nikolai sat down at his desk. He had been out all day at meetings with clients and had just arrived back to his office with a couple of hours of workday to spare. He opened his laptop and booted it up. He hadn’t had a chance to get to his emails all day long and dreaded to think of the state of his inbox.

The computer powered up and he entered his password. His desktop loaded and he clicked on his web browser. A pop-up window appeared asking if he would like to restore his tabs. He clicked yes, expecting to see his usual pages: email, Facebook, Twitter. But instead, other pages began to load: PornHub, TubeGalore.

He quickly minimized the window and swallowed nervously. Tanner must have been using his computer to look at porn and failed to use an incognito window. He scanned the horizon. There was nobody to be seen. He checked to ensure his speakers were turned off and opened up the windows. One was just sitting on the home page of the site, but the other was a video.

He started to watch. The video depicted a masked man sneaking up on an unsuspecting, very well endowed, young woman and using her for his own pleasure. He recognized the porn star, but certainly not the film. This was far darker than his usual viewing, but it was certainly having an effect. His erect penis pressed urgently against his slacks as he watched the intruder grope and fondle the woman’s ample chest before pulling her to the ground and presenting his thick, veiny cock.

“Hey Nik,” said a voice. His eyes shot up, panicked. He saw his co-worker Amy disappear around the corner. She had just passed by, thank goodness. The lump in his throat, and his pounding heart, told him to close the browser window. He listened to them. He could always watch it later… or… re-enact it? Had Tanner left it open on purpose? Had she wanted him to see it and take the hint? It was not like her to use his computer, much less to be so careless with it. There was no way to be sure.

He tried to focus, and started to work but was soon interrupted by the buzzing of his cellphone. It was a text message from Tanner. He read it. I haven’t worn this one in years. Another shirt for the donation bag, it read. Below was a photo of her in a white button-up dress shirt. The buttons strained to hold the shirt around her supple curves. It looked as though if she were to inhale too deeply the chest would burst open. Looks good to me, he texted back.

He glanced at the clock… a bit longer to go. He clicked on an email, but again his mind drifted. She’s wearing an old shirt that she plans to get rid of… a white button up… not unlike the one that is torn open in the opening scene of her kinky video. He felt his cock twitch in his pants as he imagined creeping up the stairs to their bedroom and manhandling her out of that skin-tight shirt.

He shook his head and returned to his work. Before he knew it, four o’clock arrived. He quickly packed up his things and hurried out of the office, wishing his coworkers and good weekend as he passed by their doors.

He rode the elevator down to the parking garage and hurried across the lot to his car. He popped the trunk and tossed in his briefcase. As the trunk door slammed shut, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He paused and opened the trunk again. There, partially covered by his carelessly thrown briefcase, was a black balaclava. He stared at it for a moment. It was his, he thought. Yes, his ski mask. But he couldn’t even remember when he had worn it last. Certainly not recently. Certainly not now, in late May.

He heard footsteps approaching, and slammed the trunk shut. He turned to see two of his coworkers parting ways and heading for their own vehicles. “Take care,” he hollered, with a wave. They returned his wave, and he climbed into his car.

His mind had only one stream of thought as he drove for home. When he pulled into the driveway, he realized he couldn’t quite recall getting there, he had been so deep in thought. He got out of the car and shut the door quietly. Looking up, he saw the bedroom light was on. He was sure she was still up there, cleaning out her closet, wearing that ridiculously undersized button-up, waiting for a visitor...

As quietly as possible, he gathered his briefcase and the mask from the trunk and made his way to the house. He opened the door and closed it softly. The house was dead quiet. There was no welcome home, no greeting of any kind. He slipped off his shoes and placed his briefcase on the table. Then, he donned the mask.

He tried his best to remember which stairs squeaked and avoid them. He had mixed results but decided it didn’t matter. He was committed now. Soon he was near the top of the stairs. He peered down the hallway and, sure, enough, he saw Tanner standing in the bedroom. She was facing into the room, at the side of their bed. She appeared to be sorting through a pile of garments. She was still wearing the ill fitting, thin white top. Below it she wore a short black shirt.

He continued to creep quietly toward the room. His heart pounded in his chest. Finally, he reached the doorway. He stood to the side of the door, out of sight, and peered around the corner. She had not moved and was continuing her task silently.

He took a deep breath and burst around the corner. One arm went over her shoulder, his hand covering her mouth firmly. The other went across her chest, gripping her tightly and pulling her back. Her half-gasp, half-shriek was muffled by his palm. For a second they stood there silently, before Nikolai violently yanked her top open. A couple of small plastic buttons clinked and skittered across the hardwood floor. He began to grope her breasts. She struggled slightly, but he held her tightly and continued to fondle her chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which left her big, soft breasts to spill invitingly from top of the half-opened shirt.

Nikolai felt that erection returning and decided to waste no time in advancing the plot. He spun Tanner around and grabbed a thick handful of her long hair. He guided her forcefully to her knees. When he looked down at her he couldn’t read the expression on her face. She simply stared up at him, blankly. But when he unzipped his pants and presented his hard cock, she convincingly feigned shock and disgust.

Still gripping her hair, he held her in place while his cock pressed against her lips. Her mouth didn’t open. He tightened his grip and pulled her head backward, causing her heaving chest to thrust forward. Reaching down with his other hand, he gripped the shirt and ripped it the rest of the way open, fully exposing her front. He grasped his stiff member and rubbed it across her mouth, using the tip and pull down her upper lip. She struggled away defiantly, but he held her and proceeded to rub his erection across her cheek. When she still did not cooperate, he slapped her face. He did this gently at first, and then a second and third time with increased force. “You’re going to suck my cock,” he told her, “you can do it the easy way, or the hard way.”

He pressed her erection between her lips again. At last, pouting, she parted her lips. He slid his cock inside her warm mouth and began to thrust into it. She made no effort to bring him pleasure, instead he took it for himself. Soon he was fucking her mouth like it was a pussy, sinking his shaft deep as his scrotum bounced up and down on her chin. He gripped the back of her head with both hands as he slowed his thrusts, holding his cock deep in the back of her throat between each pump, and feeling her swallow on his girthy knob. Slowly, he slid his cock back out of her mouth. She inhaled deeply. A long thread of saliva and precum dangled from her chin, slowly dripping to the ground.

He hoisted his fuck toy back to her feet, spun her around to face the bed and gripped the back of her torn button-up. He pushed her forward, simultaneously bending her over the edge of the bed and pulling away her shirt. He quickly wrapped the top around her wrists, binding her arms behind her back. She struggled to free them, but it was no use.

Next, he tried to remove the skirt, but he found her legs kicking and struggling. He gripped the back of her neck, holding her firmly on the bed, and flipped the skirt up, exposing a pair of plain white panties. WHACK! Without warning he brought a forceful slap down across her buttocks. Her pale white cheeks jiggled delightfully. He watched then as he quickly unbuckled and removed his belt. Folding it in half to form a loop, he brought it down across his perky round ass with just as much force as he had his palm. WHACK! She jumped and grimaced but continued to struggle. He brought it down again, and again. WHACK! WHACK! She slowed her movement now, and he placed his belt to the side.

He gripped her panties at the waist and tore them savagely. They hung open at the side but held together at the leg. He slid his fingers under the crotch of the tattered garment. The fabric was soaking wet, as was her pussy as his fingers passed along it. He gripped the fabric tightly and ripped it again, opening a gaping hole which exposed her slippery pink slit.

He removed his clothes and began to fondle her vagina, first rubbing her, then slipping a finger inside, and then another. She let out a whimpering moan as he began to finger her, reaching deep inside and teasing her G-spot.

His cock was vibrating with anticipation. Finally, he removed his fingers and slid his tip back and forth between her labia before plunging his cock inside.  He leaned into her, pumping into her pussy steadily while he gripped her hair with one hand and toyed with her breasts with the other. He felt her sliding up the bed, and pulled her backward onto his erection, then lifted her upright. He pulled her hair, arching her backward as he thrust into her and began to rub her clit.

“Fuck you, you pervert,” she moaned. He thrust harder and rubbed faster. He knew she was close. “Oh fuck, no… no,” she whined as he pounded her tight slit. She came on his cock, and he pushed her back onto the bed and continued to thrust. WHACK! His palm came down sharply on her right ass cheek. She yelped in surprise and mixed pleasure and pain. With that he pulled her down to her knees and stuffed his cock into her mouth before she knew what happening. “If I untie you are you going to behave?” he asked her. Her eyes stared up at him as she held his hard cock in her mouth, the taste of her own pussy on her tongue. She mumbled and nodded affirmatively.

He pulled his dick from between her lips. Her eyes continued to stare up at him intently. “Lick my sack,” he told her. She obeyed, caressing him with broad, wet slurps. “Put them in your mouth,” he demanded. She opened wide and popped them into her mouth, sucking them gently as she continued to gaze upward. “Suck my cock,” he said. She let his balls tumble from her mouth and began to suck his penis, sliding her lips up and down it’s veiny shaft.

He looked at her suspiciously but pulled her back to her feet and untied her hands. He guided her to the bed and laid her on her back. “Hold your legs up,” he directed her. She did, presenting her pussy and ass for his use. He groped her brutishly while jacking his hard cock. The strips of fabric that once formed her panties were drenched in her vaginal fluids. He gripped either side of the tattered garment and tore it the rest of the way through. The panties were now fully open across the front and attached to Tanner’s deliciously curved body only by tenuous strips of cotton around either of her legs.

His palm came down firmly across her labia with a sharp, wet SLAP! Her body jumped in shock, and she let out an airy gasp. Her knees bounced together instinctively, but he knocked them apart again with a casual swipe of his hand. He began to rub her clit, steadily picking up speed as his fingers circled it firmly. She squirmed in her place as he roughly stimulated her.

“Don’t you dare cum until my cock’s in you,” he warned her. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep, and I want you to cum on my cock.” “When?” she moaned, struggling to stave off her orgasm. “When I’m good and ready,” he told her. “Who knows what I might do with you first. I might come up there and fuck your pretty mouth some more instead.” She couldn’t hold back any longer. Tanner came as Nikolai’s fingers continued to work her pussy. He waited until her orgasm was nearly complete before commencing her punishment.

“I told you not to cum,” he reminded her. His palm came down once again across her sensitive crotch, but this time he didn’t stop at one blow. He continued to spank her, watching excitedly as her face and chest flushed, her legs quivered, her fingers gripped desperately at the sheets. Her gasps turned to whimpers by the time he laid his final slap across her pink mound. Without warning, he pushed his erection deep inside her and began to thrust.

He watched her soft round breasts bounce on her supple chest as he pumped deep into her pussy. He leaned into her, feeling his sack slap against her taint as he gripped her throat and continued to pound her tight hole. “Cum on it,” he demanded. She didn’t. He fucked her harder and faster as he repeated his demand. “Cum on my cock, or I’m going to stuff it in your ass. Cum on my cock. Now.” Nikolai buried his face between her huge, jiggling tits and began to kiss and suck on her nipples as his cock slid in and out of her with increased urgency. At last, he felt it, her most powerful orgasm yet. Her pussy squeezed around him, and her body surged and shivered. When she was done, she lay limp on the bed. Tanner was spent.

Nikolai stood back on his feet, and pulled Tanner’s tired body to its original position; legs up and spread. He re-entered her and held her legs tightly as he pumped himself towards completion. He felt the pressure in his cock mounting as he slammed into her a few final times. He was already spraying thick, warm semen from his pulsing erection when he pulled out. He splattered Tanner’s pussy and asshole with sticky ropes of jizz and then squeezed out the final, thick glob on her midriff just above her mound.

Tanner lay on the bed, motionless and serene. She watched the masked intruder as he quickly got dressed and hurried out of the room. Once it was safe, a smile spread across her face and she shook her head almost in disbelief that her twisted plan had worked out so well. She heard the door shut downstairs and she hopped off the bed and hurried to the shower.

Downstairs, Nikolai had removed his mask and hurried out to his car. He pulled out of the driveway and turned out onto the road, with no particular destination in mind. After about half an hour of directionless driving, and a brief stop at the corner store, he pulled back into the driveway and climbed out of the car. His boxers clung uncomfortably to his cum-covered cock as he strode toward the front door with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

He opened the door and stepped inside. Tanner was in the kitchen preparing dinner, casually dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. A bag of clothes for donation sat by the front door. He kicked off his shoes and approached her.

“What are those for?” she asked happily as he handed her the bouquet. “Just because,” he replied. She kissed him and proceeded to look for a vase. “How was your day?” he asked her. “Good,” she replied. “Got that closet cleaned out at last.” “I see that,” he said, glancing back at the bag. “How about you?” she asked. “Good too,” he replied. He helped her with the flowers and tidied up while she finished making dinner. As ate their meal they discuss their day, and their plans for the weekend, but nobody mentioned the masked intruder.

Later that evening, as Nikolai made his way upstairs to take a shower, he thought back to the crazy feeling of his heart racing as he climbed those very same stairs earlier that day. He thought that if it weren’t for the clear evidence of sex in his own pants, he might almost feel as though the whole encounter had been a dream. But as he undressed to take a shower, he noticed a small round object gleaming up at him from the hardwood floor. He bent down and picked up the tiny button, still wrapped in torn thread. He smiled, and placed the button in his nightstand for safe keeping, a reminder of the time he had been an intruder in his own house.