Her Intruder

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He stepped to his collection on the dresser and returned to the bed with a pair of EMT scissors. He stood for a moment by the bed, smiling at his good fortune in landing such a hot woman, now powerless to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to do to her. And having her blindfolded, unable to guess what he'd do to her next was the cherry on top.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her breath still heavy.

Saying nothing, he scraped the cold metal of the outer edge of the scissors up the inside of one thigh and then down the other. She froze.

"Is. Is that a knife, Jon?"

"Well, you know," he said, "in an awful lot of those stories, the intruder did have a knife."

She took in a sharp breath.

"You wouldn't."

Saying nothing, he slipped one icy blade of the scissors between the warm, soft skin of her hip and the lace of her panties. She held her breath for a moment.

"I can't believe you brought a fucking knife into our bedroom," she said with indignation. "What do you know about knives? You could kill us both!"

With a quick snip, he cut through the material.

"Yep," he said. "That's why I didn't bring a fucking knife into our bedroom."

"What the hell is it then?" she said. "And why did you just ruin one of my favorite pairs of panties?"

He cut through the cloth on the other side and pulled the wrecked panties away from her pussy, tossing them away.

"A ridiculous number of those stories involved cutting the clothing off of the women involved. Or ripping their shirts so that buttons went flying around the room. Or both," he said with amusement as he cut one of the straps of her chemise.

"And now you're destroying my nightgown, too!"

"Sure looks like it, doesn't it?" he said, snipping the other strap. "And now for the pièce de résistance."

He tugged the hem of her garment down a little.

"Wait," she said. "Wait, Jon, wait."

Ignoring her pleas, he cut upwards, past her navel and between her breasts until the delicate cloth separated, falling loose, rendering her naked.

"Yum," he said, admiring her body as he pulled the cloth out from underneath her.

"Dammit, Jon," she said -- but she was smiling.

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He climbed on the bed and straddled her, his cock dripping pre-cum between her big tits. He stroked the sides of her breasts and her brown, sensitive areolas, avoiding her nipples for the moment.

"Oh, that feel good," she said. "And I feel nice and full in my butt, too."

Next time, we need to take you up a size, he thought. Because I really want to try anal sometime.

Still blindfolded and breathing fast with excitement, she moaned as he grabbed her big tits, lubricated with his pre-cum, and slid his dick between them. She smiled.

"You like my boobies?" she asked.

"Oh fuck yeah," he said, slowly gliding his cock between those two soft, fleshy pillows.

"Cum on me, Jon," she said.

Jon laughed, sliding closer to her head and lifting it to put a pillow under her, giving him easier access to her mouth. As he braced himself with one hand on the brass headboard, she cried out.

"Dammit, you're on my hair again!" she said.

"Okay, sorry," he said as he pulled back with the other hand, releasing her hair.

"That's better," she said. "Now gimme a pearl necklace. Jizz on my face."

"I have a better idea," he said, lifting his hips and touching his rod to her lips.

"You honestly think after MMPH," she said as he thrust into her.

"Yeah, actually," he said. "You better swallow every drop of my cum or who knows what I might do."

She relaxed under him, letting him fuck her mouth, her plump lips sliding up and down his shaft as he thrust in and out of her. When his orgasm was close, he yanked the blindfold off. She blinked to clear her vision, then started bobbing her head as much as she could, moaning around his shaft.

"OH FUCK ANNA!" he shouted as he felt the cum rising through his cock. Hurtling toward an intense climax, he bellowed and held her head in his hands so she couldn't move away. He came, squirting jet after jet of his thick semen into the back of her mouth, coating her tongue.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned around him as she swallowed every spurt.

As his cock went limp, he pulled out of her mouth. Her eyes were closed, overwhelmed from being used that way -- but she smiled. He kissed her.

She recovered a bit and met his eyes.

"Wow, that was awesome," she said. "Didn't know you had it in you."

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While she was so relaxed, he detached the handcuffs from the bed, flipped her over, and cuffed her hands behind her.

"What are you doing?" she asked woozily.

"Fucking the shit out of you," he said, pulling her up by her hips so she was on her knees, her head and shoulders pressed against the bed. The plug was still lodged in her asshole.

Seeing her butt raised to him in such a submissive position and knowing she was totally at his mercy made his cock hard again. He knelt behind her and pulled her against him. He placed the head of his rod against her pussy lips and pushed, only to discover that the rough base of the butt plug scraped against his shaft. Not fun. He stopped after a few thrusts and withdrew.

"Why'd you stop?" she asked.

"Fucking butt plug keeps rubbing my cock. And not in a fun way."

He grabbed the base of the plug and pulled it out slowly, throwing it aside.

"Oooooh, fuck, that was nice. I'm gonna miss that," she said with a sigh.

Wow, he thought, Might be hope for anal yet.

"Just say the word," he said. "After I've cleaned it and boiled in your most expensive pot."

She giggled, wiggling her ass in invitation.

He slid part way into her pussy, just letting the head of his cock enter her. She cried out.

"Dammit, Jon, give me the whole thing," she said while rocking back against him.

He pulled back, letting his dick head and part of the shaft enter her. Reaching around, he grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard while giving her just a little bit more of his cock. Then he withdrew, just his dick head inside her wet opening.

"Oh fucking shit," she said, "Fuck me hard! Give me that big cock of yours."

He teased her for a few minutes with shallow thrusts until he thought she was going to melt into a puddle of lust.

"Seriously, Jon," she gasped, "Give me that thing. Give it to me hard. Please, oh please. I need you."

He stabbed into her, making her cry out in pleasure.

"Oh yes, oh yeah, oh Jon. Keep doing that. Fuck me," she said, desperate to feel him inside her.

He drew back, giving her a few pumps of shallow penetration, stimulating her G-spot. She groaned, struggling against the handcuffs.

"Whose pussy is this?" he asked.

"Oh fuck Jon, it's your pussy," she said, gasping as he gave her another half-inch of his cock.

"So you want to be fucked hard, huh?" he asked, withdrawing his cock until only the head parted her pussy lips.

"Oh god, just fuck me already," she said, panting. "Fuck me hard and deep. I need your thick cock filling me."

Without a word, he slammed into her forcefully. She screamed as he sawed in and out of her. He reached around and rubbed her bud, making her scream louder as she came again and again. Her pussy walls clenched rhythmically around him.

He felt his orgasm coming and pounded into her harder and harder, all the while fingering her clit as she shouted out her repeated orgasms. Semen rose through his rod as he grabbed her handcuffs and yanked her up off the bed. He pulled her hair, hand gripping her scalp as he came hard, shooting rope after rope of his cum into her.

He bellowed his pleasure while coming inside her. His woman, his love.

They collapsed together. He stumbled off the bed to retrieve the key to her handcuffs and let her free.

She hugged him tight and kissed him, laughing.

"God that was amazing, Jon" she said, looking him in the eyes.

He squeezed her back.

"Yeah, Anna" he said, panting. "We are so good together. I was kinda surprised you didn't use your safe word."

"No need," she said, hugging him again. "You gave me just what I wanted."