By Porzu
Paul was relaxing in the den, surfing the Internet while the PGA Championship played on TV in the background. Ann and the kids had gone shopping for the day and he was looking forward to some peace and quiet. He had thought about catching up on some work but gave up that idea quickly. Today is just for me, he thought, and was about to check on his fantasy baseball team when the doorbell rang.
He considered just ignoring the intrusion, but upon taking a peek out the window his curiosity got the better of him. There on the front step was a lovely young woman, clad for August in a halter, short shorts, and slipper-like sandals. She looked nervously around, tapping her right foot with her hands clasped in front of her. Paul watched her for a moment, trying to remember if and where he’d seen her before, but drew a blank.
He left the den and walked toward the front foyer. A noise from down stairs caught his attention, seeming a little too large a noise for the dog to make. In a minute, he thought, and continued down the hall to the foyer. He opened the door wide and was greeted by a woman definitely in some kind of distress. She was pretty, about five foot four, with wavy brown hair over her shoulders and resting just short of her breasts. Her erect nipples through the soft cloth of her halter showed she was wearing no bra. She looked like she needed a bath, as her clothing was slightly soiled and her legs showed some scratches. Paul wondered if there had been a traffic accident, but his street was quiet and peaceful. She looked up at him suddenly, and tried to smile.
Paul fumbled with the screen door, intending to open it and stand in the doorway to ask what she wanted. He had no other plans, and helping someone out with their problem, especially someone this lovely, seemed a good way to spend his time. It was, after all, his time.
He opened the door, the girl’s smile grew. She was a girl, he saw, being no more than 23 and more likely closer to eighteen. He coughed, and she dropped her eyes, and he began to speak when he heard another noise behind him. It was definitely not the dog, and he was still watching the girl at the door as he slowly turned, bumping his cheek against something cold and hard.
He stopped short, still holding the door open with his right hand as he realized that his cheek has bumped into the muzzle of a gun. His eyes never left the girl at the front door, and she looked up at him again, her slight smile turning sly as she waltzed in through the door. His eyes followed her as she went past, and he saw the gun attached to the outstretched right arm of another woman, who looked at him coolly, beckoning him to back up into the house. She was a little older and taller than the girl, blonde and blue-eyed, with summer attire similar to the girl’s. She was not smiling.
The girl moved back past him and gently closed the front door as Paul stepped slowly back from the foyer into the hallway, following the barrel of the pistol pointed at his head. He looked from girl to woman as each stared at him silently. He noticed he had begun to sweat, and the odor of it pervaded his nostrils as seconds ticked by in the silence.
The girl looked around and started up the hallway. Paul broke the silence by coughing. “What can I do for you ladies,” he croaked, and the woman shifted her aim to his torso. “Nice,” she said. “We’re in a bit of a spot, you see, and we would like your money and any baubles you may have laying around. Is there anyone else in the house?”
“Um, no,” Paul said, clearing his throat. She was acting polite, not nervous, he thought. What to do? He immediately thought of his wallet, lying on the table by his desk in the den. It contained about $120, and would not likely satisfy them. Most of the good jewelry was in the vault at the bank, but there were some diamond earrings he’d given his wife six years before in their room, and their daughter’s gold necklace was probably in the bathroom, on the floor or the countertop. There was his laptop, his watch, and a couple of VCRs in the den, recently repaired, and not connected to anything. These things he could live without, and he figured the women would probably take them and a car, and that would be that.
He began to say, “well, my wallet…,” but the blonde cut in. “Look stupid, we want it all. You either give us what we want, or we’ll wait here with your bloody corpse and wait for your family to come home.” That sudden change in attitude caught him off guard, and it also changed his outlook. He felt his anger rise at the audacity of the girl and her older partner. That he was stupid, overlooking obvious danger signs for the sight of a lovely girl, he was sure, and that thought doubled his anger. This was his house, and his time, and he starter evaluating the situation in the clear light of outrage and danger.
“Where is your money, honey,” asked the brunette. He replied, “In the den,” and she looked around quizzically. He started to point down the hall with his right hand and saw that the blonde’s eyes followed his pointing hand. He saw his first best chance and came up with his left hand toward the blonde’s gun hand. He caught the hand cleanly and gripped it tight as he raised her arm up into the air. She looked at him with surprise and he followed his initial move with a right fist that caught her in the solar plexus. Her breath left her as she slumped to the floor and she relaxed her grip on the gun, allowing him to gain control of it for the first time.
The brunette watched this two-second drama with mounting alarm, and started to come at him with her hands extended toward the gun. It was too high for her, and as she went past him attempting to grab at it, his right hand came down in a sort of karate chop across the back of her neck, and down she went. Too simple, he thought, and he regripped the gun in his right hand and looked down at the home invaders. The blonde coughed and groaned, while the brunette seemed to be out for now. He took no chances, though, and moved a step back from them both and waited.
He thought of checking them for other weapons, but one look at their clothing told him there was no place for them to hide anything at all. So, he stood with the gun at his side and gave them time to recover slightly. The blonde looked up at him a moment and put one hand over her eyes and the other around her middle, obviously still in pain. The brunette stirred, and rolled slowly onto her side. Her halter had partially slipped off and the curve of one breast was visible against the floor. His gaze lingered there for a split second before he checked the blonde again. She had not moved.
“Ladies, shall we move to the den?” he said at length. The brunette pulled herself up on one arm, then rolled onto her elbows in preparation for getting up. Her ass stuck up in the air before she rocked onto her hands and back to her knees. The blonde looked up at him again before trying to rise. She groaned, and the brunette helped her stand as they walked slowly to the end of the hall and Paul’s den.
He backed into the room, gesturing to the women to sit on the couch to the left. They obediently sat, then looked about their surroundings while he considered his next move. The phone was next to the couch, and he determined he would call the police next. The brunette adjusted her top, putting her breast away, while the blonde followed his movements closely. For what seemed the first time since looking out the window at the girl at the door, he breathed, a deep breath that cleared out some of the tension and anger he’d been feeling. Another deep breath, and he began to consider his options.
He considered asking them what the hell they were doing, mounting a home invasion in the middle of the day. He thought about slapping them around, especially the blonde, and his anger rose again. He thought about calling the police and turning it all over to them. After all, he had done his part in defending his home. In fact, he had done their job too, and the thought irritated him even more. The blonde spoke. “Mister,” she began, and he held up his hand. “What am I going to do with you,” he mused aloud, and the blonde was visibly shaken. She looked from him to the girl, to the door, and back at him. She settled down in the couch, trying to withdraw from the situation or at least get further away from him. The brunette was oblivious, obviously with a bad headache, and Paul focused his attention on the blonde.
“You ladies have seriously pissed me off,” he said, and the blonde gulped. I have a good mind to beat the shit out of you and feed you to my fish,” he added, knowing full well he didn’t own any fish. The situation was getting to him, and he altered between rising anger and exhilaration in microsecond intervals as his mind raced. “What have you got to say for yourself,” he asked the blonde, moving a step toward her. She shrank from his movement and looked away.
“Shall I call the police?” he asked, and she looked at him, seemingly slightly relieved. That angered him even more. He thought, What the hell are you afraid of? That I might take the law into my own hands? That I might beat you to a pulp? That I might turn the tables and violate YOUR space like you did mine?
That thought lingered as he looked at the frightened blonde and the still incoherent brunette. He thought, I should fuck their brains out and leave them naked in the country somewhere, embarrassing the crap out of them and leaving them to fate. Maybe chain them up in the basement and feed them dog food, like that whacko in the papers a few years before had done to some poor innocents he’d kidnapped. But his better sense came back quickly, and he started over thinking of his options.
The blonde was definitely getting agitated, and her glance kept flicking from him to the brunette to the door, seemingly deciding whether she could get away, get both women away, or if he was going to kill them, or what. The look on her face was having a strange effect on Paul, and he began to seriously consider that slapping her around was in order. He cleared his throat, and when she jumped again, he knew what to do. He went to his desk and pulled out a roll of duct tape and scissors. He tossed the tape on the floor and said to the blonde, “lie down on the floor there. Do it NOW!” She looked at him in despair, and slowly moved to the rug and lay on her side. “On your stomach, arms against your sides,” he ordered, and she dropped down further and obeyed. Her hair splayed out on the rug, and she shook her head to get it out of her eyes. She wanted to see what was coming.
She watched him closely as he came toward her, gun first, and stood above her with one leg on either side of her arms. He dropped into a squat on her back, effectively pinning her to the floor. He knelt, tucking his legs in close to her, pinning her arms against her body, and put the gun down to his right. He glanced again at the brunette, who was still and silent yet, and picked up the tape. He pulled a length of the tape and ripped it off the roll. The sound was stark as a shot, and the blonde flinched hearing it. He glanced around at the brunette again, and turned to the task at hand. He shifted his weight back onto her rump, and pulled her arms behind her back. He wrapped the tape around her forearms, none too gently, then pulled another strip of tape and wrapped her wrists tight.
A small groan indicated that the brunette was coming to, and he shifted his attention to her. He felt the blonde twist a little under his weight, testing the hold of the tape. She strained for a moment, then slumped again, apparently resigned for the moment. He turned around and quickly bound her ankles and knees, then rolled her over and looked at her. He smiled at what he saw. Through her tangled hair she watched him look over her body and face. He smiled again, not a nice smile, and reached down toward her breasts when the brunette moaned again. He stood and went to her, pulled her to the floor onto her stomach, and repeated the ministrations he’d performed on her partner. He lifted her by an arm and turned her onto her side. He pulled her hair to the top of her head and stuffed his handkerchief into her mouth, then sealed that with a short strip of duct tape.
The blonde spoke again. “Mister,” she said, and he put his fingers to his lips to shush her. “What is you name?” he asked, and she swallowed and began to say something when the phone rang. She looked at the phone with alarm, and he said, “One sound from you and I’ll kick out your teeth.” He put his hands to his lips again and went to the phone. Taking a deep breath, he picked up the receiver. “Hello?” “Oh, hi, honey.” “Oh, not much, just a little work…” “Oh, OK. Take your time. I have plenty here to keep me occupied until then.” Yeah, me too. Have fun.” He hung up with a new smile on his face.
“Oh, yes. You were saying?” he asked as he walked back over to the prostrate woman on the rug. “She looked at him with renewed fear, and kept her tongue. “Do you have any ID on you?” he asked, and he began to check her where pockets usually were. She had only one pocket, and it was empty. He continued to search her form, rubbing his hands up and down her legs as though to see if she had any weapons hidden under her skin. The tape on her legs got in the way a bit, so he shifted his attention to her torso, searching her stomach and waist first, then moving to her shorts. He checked the hem and slipped his fingers slightly under the material, discovering only that she wore no panties. He tugged on a pubic hair he found in there, but didn’t pull it out. She twitched and was still again, watching him closely.
His search went on, moving up her torso to her breasts, where he felt around thoroughly, pinching the nipples gently as his finished each side. They stiffened noticeably and she sucked her breath in with embarrassment. He moved on up to her throat, wrapping his hands completely around her neck and giving a little squeeze. He cleared the hair from around her face and looked into her eyes.
She was frightened, but calm. Her eyes were large, and they gave her a look of beauty that he hadn’t noticed before. He looked deeply into her eyes and said, “You know, we have all day now. I for one am going to enjoy this time we have together. I feel like hurting you real bad, but I have never hit a woman before and if you behave, I won’t hit you again. But give me the least amount of trouble, and I’ll remember just how we met.” He arched his eyebrows, inviting a response, and she said in a barely audible voice, “yes.” “Yes, what,” he asked, and she shook her head vigorously and said “yes, I understand. I’ll not give you any more trouble.” He smiled and relaxed a bit.
“What shall I do with you?” he asked again. She looked up. “I thought you already had your mind made up. I mean…” He peered down at her. “Pretty tempting, I must say,” he replied. “I think that I will use you, but I am just trying to figure out how.” I don’t think I’ll put my dick in your mouth, at least not until you soften up a bit. I sense the hard edge in you even like this.” He indicated her hopeless position. “I don’t feel much like jerking off, and I surely don’t want any diseases you might be host to, so I am trying to figure out whether to fuck you in the ass or shove a piece of firewood up your pussy.”
She started, and struggled a bit, but the tape held her tight, and she stopped her struggling. Her face screwed up and she looked as though she were about to cry. She sobbed, “Mister, please! I don’t know what caused me to do you like that! I, I…” and again he shushed her. “I don’t care what you think right now, honey. You came into my house,” his anger rising, “and pointed this GUN in my face, and NOW you are going to PAY for it!” He pushed her onto her stomach, took the scissors and cut the material of her halter so that it flipped apart and lay on the floor.
He picker her up by the arm, turned her over, and pulled the useless cloth off her torso. Her breasts fell free, and drooped slightly off to each side. The nipples were hard and she was panting like a frightened animal. He dropped the gun, then stooped and grabbed one breast and squeezed it hard, but not rough. She sobbed again, starting to cry. He put his hand over her mouth, to limit her noise and breathing. He knelt on the floor next to her, saying “If you bite me, I will knock your teeth out.” He pushed her head back to the floor and lowered his head to her breasts. He nuzzled the sides, the bottom, and then the nipple. He bit it , and tasted the sweet sweat of activity and of fear. He sucked hard on the nipple, and she began struggling underneath him. He shifted to the other breast, biting and sucking on it with increasing rapacity. He moved his hands, one from her mouth to her neck, the other from her breast to her crotch, and dug his hand in between her thighs. The tape would not allow him to spread her legs, so he dug down and caressed her crotch with the edge of his hand, all the while sloppily sucking and biting her breasts, first one, then the other.
He felt her swallow repeatedly under his hand, and he looked up at her face and saw a new look. She appeared dreamy, and her breath came in gasps. He lifted up and turned her onto her side, away from him, and plunged his hand back between her upper thighs again from the rear. He slipped his other arm underneath her and grabbed her breast from underneath, resting his head on her shoulder. He watched the side of her face as his hand explored the moistening crotch of his prisoner. He was rewarded with her slightly open mouth, increased panting, and reddening cheeks, and he increased the pressure and frequency of his hand movements.
She finally groaned, and he slipped his hands out from their spots, picked up the scissors, and cut the tape that held her knees and legs together. He then cut the material of her shorts on one side, peeled them off of her ass, and pushed them down one leg. He lifted her ass into the air so she was on her knees, her head still on the rug. He spread her knees apart and plunged his hardon deep into her cunt in a rush. She did not scream, but the breath left her lungs with a whoosh!! She was extremely wet, and her pussy was inviting as he plunged into her repeatedly, the sweat now dripping off his brow.
He pounded her cunt from behind until finally she did scream, bucking in paroxysms of lust. He stilled, and she fell off his cock onto her face and laid on the rug, legs spread, ass in the air, loosing her juices over her thigh and panting in her bonds. He stood up, his hard cock swinging around, and he spotted the brunette. She was still on the floor, and was staring at him. He looked into her eyes, and she glanced from him to her partner and back again. He walked over to her, picked her up and deposited her on the couch. He stepped in close and slapped her twice across the eyes with his cock. “Your turn is coming, dearie,” he said, and he walked over to his desk and looked in several drawers before he found what he was looking for. Condoms, left over from before he had his vasectomy, finally useful. He’d often wondered why he’d saved them, as fooling around was always the furthest thing from his mind.
He tore open a package and clumsily slipped one on. His cock was rock hard, and no little inconvenience was going to disturb the feeling today. The feel of the material on his already glistening cock was soft, even silky. He walked past the brunette, rod extended, then stopped. He went back to her and placed the cock in front of her face. He lightly rubbed the tip against the tape that covered her mouth. Her eyes grew large with fright as he smiled and chuckled as he wiped the sheathed tool back and forth across the tape and over her eyes and around the curve of her chin. He then turned his back on her and returned to the blonde on the floor.
She hadn’t moved, and he moved in behind her, steadied her ass with both hands, positioned his cock against her ass and pushed. She moaned and tried to move away, but he held her tightly in position and pushed again. His tool penetrated slightly into her tight ass, which was not too dry and far from virgin. He moved slightly in and out, a little back and forth, lubricating his path with the juice of her spent pussy. She struggled a bit at first, trying in vain to move away from the onslaught. He stopped his sideward movements and slowly pressed the tip of his cock harder and harder against her anus. She moaned a sound of defeat, then relaxed and accepted more of his hard on into the canal. He pushed again and was halfway in. She again tried to wiggle away, but her struggle succeeded in only taking more of his cock in. He was having fun now, and pushed again, causing a louder moan and more struggling. He held her tight though, and she wiggled and strained in vain.
He released her hips and moved his hands to the cheeks of her ass now, pulling them farther apart. His cock continued to slide inward, until he was almost completely inside her. He began to pump now, slowly and fine, feeling the tight walls of her anus stroking his shaft as he moved in and out and in again. The feeling was incredible, and he laid his head back and penetrated fully into the blonde ass, in and out, in and out. He began to get excited, and picked up the pace of his pumping, banging his balls against her cunt lips, which were soaking and dripping onto him. Noticing this, he remembered fucking her pussy, without any protection. He remembered what was going on here, and his anger returned. He began to seriously fuck her ass now, hard and deep. On each stroke, he plunged all the way into that tight hole and pulled out until the tip of his cock was clamped in her outside muscles, then he stuffed her full again. The intensity of the sensation on his cock only grew, but he remained in full control and hard as a rock. The blonde’s ass grew weary of the fight and relaxed noticeably, and as her cunt juices worked their way into the tight crack, it opened up even more and he began to feel like he was being swallowed.
The thought caught in his mind. Paul rammed his cock in again as deep and hard as he could, pulling her to him fiercely. He ground against her, fully embedded in her loosening ass, and saw her hands, still tightly bound behind her back, clutching at the air in front of his belly. He bent down and took a finger into his mouth and bit gently. She moaned, and the other fingers on her hands touched his face, smoothly caressing his cheek and chin.
He pulled out of her slowly, now being gentle so as not to rip the lips that clutched at the tip of his cock. Her ass made a sucking sound as he popped out, still hard and now glistening with many different juices from inside this blonde bandit. She slumped again, and he pushed her over onto her side, then turned his head to the little brunette on the couch. Her eyes were wider than ever now, and she stared at him in obvious terror as he rose and walked toward her his stiff member, covered with a thoroughly soiled condom, leading the way. She whimpered behind the tape gag, and wiggled her torso and legs in attempt to evade her fate.
Paul pulled the condom off his cock, then stooped to pick up the gun. He walked up close so her face was level with his hanging balls and looked down at her. Her eyes were fixed on the stiff cock above her eyes. He wanted to see the tears start, but she only stared at his cock and breathed heavily through her nose. Paul looked in her eyes and saw no fear. “Are you ready?” he asked, and she gulped. He pulled the edge of the tape from her cheek, and it came off easily. Her sweat had softened the hard glue on the duct tape and left him a simple job of peeling away the gray fabric, revealing full red lips that partially covered slightly crooked, pearly white teeth. She looked up at him. Her eyes were green and gray, luminous and large, and they followed every movement in his face. He stepped in closer, offering his now semi-hard dick, and her gaze lowered to it. She strained to reach up with her mouth and failed, causing him to lean in closer.
This time, she reached the it with her outstretched tongue and brushed the tip with a long, slow lick like she was starting on an ice cream cone. He lifted one leg onto the couch and leaned in more, placing his hand on the back of her head. She winced, and he withdrew his hand for a moment. He placed it again a little to the side of her head, and she flinched, but then nodded, and he sank his stiffening cock into her soft and welcoming mouth.
He pushed in a way, then pulled out, then in again a little deeper, and she took it in without complaint, seemingly even without effort. Her tongue trailed around the head on the way in, and the shaft on the way out. She obviously knew what she was doing. He shifted his weight forward, and placed his other hand on her shoulder. Now holding her closely in his hand, he sank his cock into her mouth to the hilt. Her face disappeared into the bush above his genitals, and she bit him lightly to signal that he was, well, maybe a bit too deep. He withdrew and she gasped, “Look out!” He turned to see the blonde on her knees, looking at him with intense hatred and bent on some sort of revenge for his earlier abuse of her holes.
He stood up and walked swiftly to the blonde, knocking her over with his foot. She fell in a heap onto her back, and he sat on her middle and retied her legs and knees together. He then dragged her up by her armpit and placed her on the couch next to her accomplice. He raised his hand to backhand her across her face, but she turned away and fell into the cushions, her face hidden from his hand. He reached over the brunette and grasped the blonde hair. She resisted as he pulled her face away from the cushions to look into those blue eyes. He reached over with both hands now, and sat her up straight. He felt a caress on his cock as he leaned over, and looked down to find the brunette had found his cock again with her mouth and was trying to take it in as he struggled with the blonde.
Paul laughed aloud and released the blonde’s hair. He put his hands on the sides of the brunette’s head and adjusted his stance to let her take more of his cock into her mouth and throat. This she did, and he moved her head back and forth with his hands, massaging his cock in the silky softness of her mouth. She was sucking deep, and when he pulled almost out of her mouth, she strained forward to take it back in. He obliged her by shoving deep into her throat and holding it there, eliciting another little bite on the base of his cock, whereupon he withdrew a little, allowing her to caress the shaft with her tongue. This was a new sensation, and he drew in his breath and pulled on her ears a little, indicating his pleasure at these ministrations.
He glanced over at the blonde, who was sitting in the corner of the couch watching them. She was biting her lip, face flushed and glowing, as she watched her partner suck away on his stiff prick. As he churned the butter in the brunette’s mouth he asked, “Do you two fuck each other as well?” The blonde started as she noticed his attention for the first time. The brunette moaned beneath the press of his cock in her mouth and throat, and he pushed in deep again to silence her. It worked, and she went back to sucking and caressing his cock with her practiced tongue. He turned again to the blonde, who looked up at him and said, “Yeah, sometimes we get it on. But not like that. She doesn’t usually like men much.” He looked back at the brunette, who arched her eyebrows and shrugged, then went back to her work. He laughed, and intensified the pumping of his hips some, slipping in and out of her throat with ease now as she loosened and began to take him in deeper and longer.
He asked the blonde, “What is your name?” and she finally answered. “Veronica. But everyone calls me Roni. My friend over there, who can’t speak for herself, is Sally.” Sally bit him again, to let him know she was paying attention, even though she had nothing to say. “Ouch, Sally! Stop that!” Turning again to Roni, he asked, “How’s your ass?” She looked at him halfway between amused and annoyed, and then looked away. “M-mm-ph!” said Sally, and he turned again to her and pulled gently on her ears, driving his cock deeper into her throat. She bit a little harder this time, and pulled away as he pulled back. “Hey, why don’t you fuck me now!” she cried as soon as his cock passed her lips. He grabbed her ears again, drawing her back to him and said, “Because I am having too good a time this way.” He rammed his meat into her mouth, pulling her ears until he was deep in her throat and her face was pressed up against his pubic hair. She struggled to get some air, but did not bite him this time. So, he thought, she likes it on the rough side. He pulled and pushed, his ardor rising with each stroke. She accepted each thrust, opening fully to take him all the way in and releasing him for each counterthrust.
He felt the cum rising in his balls, and he pulled slowly out of her and smiled. She looked excitedly at him and tried to rise. Being thoroughly tied, she only succeeded in falling over, her face falling into Roni’s lap. Sally laughed, and Paul picked up the scissors and cut the bonds on her legs and knees. He cut the bonds on her arms and wrists, to her surprise, but immediately flipped her on her tummy and tied them again, this time tightly to Roni’s wrists.
He gave her a slap on the ass, which elicited a squeak, and knelt down to get on with the business of her cunt. Roni, meanwhile, lifted her hands up, drawing Sally with them, until Sally’s face was level with Roni’s breasts. Roni apparently had ideas of her own in this tangled trio. Paul remembered, and standing up, went to the desk for another condom. Sally by now had buried her face in Roni’s chest and was licking the side of her breast. Paul knelt behind Sally again, put on the condom, and lined up on her cunt.
To be continued...