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Katies Surprise
By: JackieBigTitsKatie slammed the car door and turned around to go inside, mumbling irritably to herself. Looking at the house, she swore under her breath. Had she really left the bedroom light on again? What kind of eco-friendly, 21st-century girl was she? Walking down the path to the side of the house, she swore again. The hose was off its reel and had caught her shoe. Unable to find it, she hopped to the back step, not wanting to snag her new stockings on the gravel of the path. She’d have to have a word with the gardener; this was the second time this month he’d left dangerous things out in the dark!
Opening the back door and dropping her keys on the kitchen counter, she muttered to herself about the ‘youth of today’ and ‘lack of respect for property’. It had been a very long day at the office. Suddenly she paused. The lounge lights were on too, and she hadn’t even been in there that day. They had certainly been off the previous night- she did a round of the switches and sockets every evening.
Her breath caught in her throat, a million thoughts racing through her head. Was that the flicker of the TV? Who the HELL?
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In the quiet of the kitchen she could hear soft moans and a rhythmic thump coming through the French doors to the lounge. Slowly, she removed her remaining shoe and placed it quietly on the floor. Should she phone the police? Finally, curiosity got the better of her. Padding softly around the utility island, she placed her handbag and briefcase on the granite worktop. This is a brand-new house, she thought. It has security locks. Only her close friends and parents knew that she kept the spare key in a broken mug in the shed…
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Slowly she looked around doorframe and through the panelled glass. She couldn’t hold in the gasp as she looked at the TV. An unknown person was watching porn in her sitting room! Even worse, it was one of HER DVD’s! She recognised the full, round ass-cheeks of the particular blonde-bimbo porn star and as the camera pulled up, the movie became clear.A line of men were standing before the starlet, waiting to take the place of the mammoth cock she was presently attempting to suck. Katie’s cheeks flared in rage and embarrassment. Unable to see the sofa from the door, she had no idea who it could be that had discovered her ‘dirty little secret’.
With no warning, a strong, muscular arm clamped around her middle, and before she could let out a scream the assailants other hand was over her mouth. Remembering her self-defence classes, she elbowed the man squarely in the ribs. Panic set in, the move had had no effect! This was one strong housebreaker! She heard a steely voice whisper in her ear- I never knew such a sophisticated businesswoman could turn out to be such a dirty little slut, Miss Parker.
Katie struggled to turn and face the unknown man, but he was holding her tightly pinned hair so that her face pressed against the glass of the French doors. A scream rose in her throat, but came out as more of a squeak. What was going on here? How had this person got into her house? How did he know her name? Still struggling vainly against the door, she cried, who ARE you?! but the only reply was a dismissive laugh. You know I heard your car pull into the driveway, I had plenty of time to hide in the pantry before you came in. But of course I wanted you to know that I knew your secret, and now I want you to watch for me! She still couldn’t place the voice, but it certainly sounded familiar. Her eyes wide with fear, she watched the TV as the third in line shot his load over the woman’s face and tits.
Watching this favourite in her own time, she would have been cumming buckets by now.
Wh-what are you going to do to me? She said in a quiet moan. All her work-a-day confidence was gone now; she was completely at his mercy. Another derisive laugh was her reply. Nothing, my sweet, said the stranger with a hint of laughter in his voice. Not yet anyway. Anger rose in her chest again. He was playing with her! But what could she do? Just remember, your prints are all over my house, and if you rape me there’ll be DNA evidence too! Oh, now, Miss Parker, surely there’s no need for threats? And anyway, I’m sure once we’re done you will have changed your mind about this whole situation! How did you get in?! She tried as one final attempt to stall the inevitable. Her breathing was becoming fast and light, she tried to stop herself from giving in to the tears pricking her eyes. Strangely, she could also feel a warm wetness gathering in her groin – she never imagined her rape fantasies would arouse her in real life!
Well, if you will leave your spare keys in my domain… said the dark, deep voice in her ear. Then she knew! Kasper?
A college boy, almost 10 years her junior? He had never even said more than a few words to her, and as far as she knew had never been further into her house than to wash his face and hands in the kitchen sink! But, said her second thoughts, you’ve often looked at him while those tight-muscled arms dug the flowerbeds on a hot Saturday afternoon…
Katie decided something, very quickly. She barely had time to register the thought herself, but she wanted this. It had been almost 6 months now since that fling with the handsome bar-manager in the Bahamas. So she squealed and struggled once more, and her hand fell on the handle of the door, which flung open and sent them both sprawling on the thick carpet of the lounge. Kasper was quick. He grabbed both her hands and tied them roughly behind her back with what she could only imagine was that green string he used to tie up her sweet-peas and dog-roses. It was stronger than it looked.
She fought and kicked as he dragged her by the collar of her Roland Mouret jacket to the polished oak coffee table, dropping her on it and holding firmly with one hand between her shoulder blades. He unzipped her pencil-line skirt and she lifted her knees as he tugged it roughly off. One of her suspenders pinged off and stung the cheek of her bottom, and she inhaled sharply. Eyes watering, she looked up at the screen. Oh, fuck, she moaned Do it! Fuck me, you dirty Bastard!
Kasper needed no more incentive. He pulled her tiny black lace thong to one side. She heard him unbuckle the belt of his jeans, no doubt bought with the excellent wage she gave him for keeping her precious garden in line, and then he was up her, with no more resistance than slipping on a kid glove. She was so wet that she squelched around him as he buried his huge cock in her pussy.
Ugh! He groaned. Oh my God! All those toys in your knicker drawer sure haven’t made you slack, Katie! This was the first time he had ever used her first name, and the thought of him rifling through her ample collection of vibrators made her spasm around his throbbing dick. He kept his hand on her back as he began to slide in and out of her, his balls slapping wetly against her dripping cunt. Every so often they came into contact with her clit, and sent a wave of pleasure through her. His cock was so big that it almost reached the neck of her womb, and she arched her back as well as she could to make it rub her G-spot as he pounded her. Before long she was moaning incoherently, her breasts had fallen out of her bra and were rubbing through her shirt against the cold wood of the coffee table. He upped the pace and she came loud and strong, her head bending back so far that the her neck dislodged the pin holding her hair and it tumbled over her back, where Kasper grabbed a fistful and held it.
In the film, the girl was now being taken by two of the men, one in her pussy and one in her anus, while she jerked another two off and licked their cocks in tandem. Katie had always wondered what it would be like to make four men come at once, but right now she had other things on her mind…
Suddenly Kasper pulled out of her, ripping off the green twine and lifting her with his right arm, turning her over so she lay on the table. This was the first time she had seen his face that night. The light from the TV flickered over his shining pecs and she grinned at the sight of his taut young body. He smiled back at her, as if reading her thoughts, and said, Hey, not doing so badly yourself…
He reached forward and unbuttoned her shirt, letting her full breasts spill out. His cock was nudging at her clit and she tried to slide forward onto it, but he stopped her with a firm hand on her sternum. We’re playing this my way. Remember? he said sternly. She almost wanted to protest, put on her office voice and tell him exactly what he was to her, but instead she succumbed. Ok. She said meekly, and didn’t regret it. He dropped his head and bit her nipple, lightly at first and then harder and harder until she moaned in pain and pleasure. Then he did the same to the second one, and after hearing her moan even louder, he slid back quickly and shoved his nose in her crotch.
Katie screamed in ecstasy as he flicked his tongue over her clitoris, holding her buttocks off the table to get closer to the source of her pleasure. Her hands mauled his soft brown hair, pushing him further into her. He stuck two fingers in her pussy and started to frig her as he licked her clit, and in no time she was coming again.
This was nothing like her college days. Then, she was lucky to ever come before the numerous guys she had slept with, who were all far more interested in getting their own rocks off than satisfying a woman.
Kasper lifted his head as her orgasms died away, and said with a smile, You seem to be enjoying yourself!
Katie could hardly even sigh her appreciation before he had thrust his cock into her once more. Oh FUCK! She moaned, clawing at the table as she sent Harper’s Bazaar and Vogue scattering to the floor. He pounded her with such a speed she could already feel another orgasm building, and with each thrust he seemed to fill her more and more. Before she could tell what hit her she was coming again, and as she spasmed around his shaft he came too, burying his twitching member into her with one final groan of pleasure.
Katie lay with her eyes closed as he pulled out of her. She hadn’t been fucked like that for years! Running through the night’s events in her head, she never heard the French doors click shut, or the curses as Kasper tripped on the hose he had left in the path.
When she opened her eyes she was lying where he left her on the coffee table, the DVD had finished long ago and he was nowhere to be found. Whatever would she say the next time he came to mow the grass?
