The Burglar

The Burglar

Julie parked her smart little car. Pete watched her; she wore a short black skirt and white blouse, and as he well knew; stockings and suspenders to match. Julie smiled when she noticed Pete looking at her. In spite of her figure she was quite modest, as modest as her tight little body would allow her to be.

"Stop by the court today?" he asked, she paused for a moment, seemingly at a loss for words. "Yes. I stopped by during my lunch hour, why do you ask?' she added suspiciously. "I'm just glad you get a chance play a game or two I know how much you tennis." She seemed to relax with that then removed her jacket the outline of her breasts were clearly visible through the sheer material of her white blouse, he could even see the lacy black bra she wore.

"Don't either of you move!"

The sound of the deep masculine voice caused both Julie and Pete to spin their heads towards the kitchen door. There, holding a revolver; was a large black man dressed in leather. "Don't make any noise. I just want your money, if you co-operate neither of you will get hurt," he growled. "Oh God," Julie said meekly, holding her hand at her throat. Pete said; "Take what you want. Just don't harm us!"

"Move into the kitchen!" the burglar demanded. They both entered the kitchen. The man ordered them to sit at the little table; Pete could smell the burglar's sweat, "I'll have that necklace," he said, waving the barrel of his gun at the chain around Julies’ neck and without hesitation he grabbed the chain and ripped it from her neck, his action popped the buttons on the top of her blouse and it spread to reveal her black lace bra and cleavage. Her breathing seemed to make her tits grow threatening to burst the catch on her bra. "Now, those look pretty good, too" he commented, slowly tracing a line from her neck to her cleavage with the tip of his gun barrel.

"Wait!" Pete rose to his feet. A flash of intense pain forced him back to his seat, the burglar had hit him across his jaw with the revolver, "Please, do what he says," Julie pleaded. "Yeah, you do what I say" the burglar gave an evil grin. "Now, I'm gonna have you both strip and I'm gonna tie you two in your chairs. That's give me time to get what I want and get outta here. “You first man." He said to Pete.

Shaking with fear and shame, Pete began to undress, the burglar's eyes darted from Pete to Julie and back. At last Pete dropped his boxer shorts, "Shit! what you doing with this hamster dick lady?" the he laughed, Pete looked down and saw that his penis, through fear, had shrunk to just a button. "Bastard" she hissed at the burglar. He silenced her by drawing back his arm as if to strike her. "Sit in your chair man, now let me help the little lady with her clothes."

"No..." Pete started to rise but the burglar placed the muzzle of the gun to Julies’ head. "I'm gonna ventilate her head if you don't do as I say!" "Please don't hurt me!" Julie pleaded. Standing behind her the guy slipped a hand around to her tit and began to massage it roughly, she hung her head and sobbing quietly. He ripped open her blouse, pulling off one glove with his teeth reaching around to unsnap her bra, her tits fell free and swayed slightly in front of her, Pete averted his gaze down at the floor, "Look up! Look up or I shoot the bitch!" Pete raised his head and noticed that Julie was no longer sobbing she seemed to be biting her lip to keep silent. At the same time, he saw that she was, barely perceptibly, grinding her arse against the burglar’s front. "Whoa! This is some hot whore'" he laughed. He reached down her front to the hem of her short black skirt, his hand disappeared under her skirt and between her legs. Suddenly she moaned and her knees buckled, she was supported his strong hand in her womanhood, she seemed to go limp, her head lolled from side to side and her eyes were shut tight, she sucked her breath in between clenched teeth.

The black man turned Julies’ to face the table then leaned her forward. Her tits flat against the table top. "Pete, I'm so sorry..." she moaned, he was perplexed; Julie never seemed all that interested in sex in the past, now she was moaning like a dog on heat with this stranger pawing her private parts, he could smell her and hear the increasing wet sounds of her pussy as the burglar pushed his thick fingers into her. The burglar backed away from Julie. Pete gasped when he saw the distinct outline of the burglar's bulging erection through the material of his jogging pants. Julie twitched on the table, her rump rising and falling. The burglar kept the gun trained on Pete and tugged down his pants with his free hand, his unbound cock suddenly clearing the waist of his pants, springing out from his body and bobbing obscenely. Pete couldn't believe his eyes; the man's penis was at least 12 inches long and at thick as Julies’ arm; he massaged his cock with his free hand, pulling the foreskin back and forth over a knob the size of an apple. He lifted the rear hem of Julies’ skirt and flipped it back to reveal her shapely ass., smiling wickedly, he ripped the delicate black lace knickers from her leaving her standing in her heels and stockings, he tossed them at Pete, they hit him in the face and he could smell her excitement from Julies’ damp knickers as they landed in his lap. "Don't do this I'll pay you anything!" Pete pleaded, the burglar only smiled and worked his cock to full hardness, the knob having grown even bigger looking like it was going to burst, he then positioned it at Julies’ vagina. Her eyes suddenly opened and she rose on her palms to look back over her shoulder, she gasped "I can't take that, please...." she begged.

The burglar ignored her pleas and slipped his knob up and down her crack, coating the tip of his cock with her wetness, she shuddered involuntarily and moaned again, loudly. Pete suddenly became aware of an odd feeling; looking down into his lap he saw that his own penis was fully erect under Julies’ ripped panties, "Hey! Look at that little pecker!" the Negro boomed. Julie looked over and regarded Pete’s tiny prick, she narrowed her eyes and looked at it with disdain, was there a hint of a grin on her lips he thought? The burglar forced an inch of his bloated cock into Julies’ wet pussy, "Tell me you want it!" the burglar commanded. "Please... don't make me..." she hissed. "Say it!" "I... I want your cock" Julie said softly. "No. say it loud. say it with feeling!" he said, pointing the gun at her head, "I... I want your big black cock!" she stammered, “louder he said“. "I want your big black cock in me, I want to feel you deep in my belly, I want you to fill me like he can‘t!" she shouted "You're a natural, whore" he laughed.

The burglar began slowly sliding his organ into her body, the resistance of her vagina caused his long cock to bend a little, he slowly increased his depth, Julie moved her ass from side to side and up and down trying to accommodate the massive invader. Keeping the muzzle pointed at pete he reached around with his free hand and cupped one of her tits. "Oh..." she said with a shudder, "You like to have those tits played with, huh?" "Yes! Play with my tits!" she said, pre-cum was drooling from the end of Pete’s little prick, he couldn’t believe that he was this hard, harder than he could remember; he noticed that the forward movement of the man's cock had stopped in Julies’ gash, he knew that the guy had hit the top, by her high pitched yelp but there was still 3 full inches of unused cock left! The guy slowly pulled part-way out then slid it back in, then again and again until he had worked the whole 12 inches into her bulging cunt, once the whole thing was in her she let out a long low groan, he increased his tempo with each thrust, within minutes thye were so violent that the movement lifted her hips off the table and forced her to her tip-toes."Yes! Yes! Yes!" she wailed, she looked at Pete, his hand had subconsciously moved to stroke his own little erection, this time he was sure he saw a grin.

Sweat dripped from the burglar's chin and he seemed to be lost in concentration as he jack-hammered Julies’ pussy, he was pounding her with such force that the table began to move around the kitchen, the burglar pushed it up against a wall so he could fuck her even harder he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back pushing his cock into her with all his might, the table groaned under the force of his thrusts. she was screaming “Oh fuck, oh fuck” Pete knew that she had come several times and he saw ring of foam form at the base the big black cock. Julie gripped the edges of the table, arching her back to allow this horse-cock full access to her insides, every time he sunk his cock home she let out another low groan, Pete could see dribble running from her mouth and dripping onto the table, the burglar must of seen this too, he ripped his cock out of her cunt, taking hold of her head and forcing his cock down her throat, she gagged as he tried to get the whole thing in, she just opened her mouth wide and let him fuck her throat “Fuck” the black guy said “this is some whore you have here man” with that he pulled his cock out of her mouth and continued to pull at it, almost with anger, it was rock-hard, the knob glowing above Julies’ head; the first gush of semen hit her full in the face, so did the second, third, forth, Pete lost count of how many shots hit her but she was covered in spunk, her hair matted with it, running off her forehead, down her cheeks, dripping off her chin making puddles on the table top.

The guy stood up and with a sneer, pushed her back down onto the table, he cock was as hard as ever its giant knob shone with his and her come, Pete couldn’t believe it, he thought the guy had finished but he grabbed her again as before and shoved his cock deep into her, starting to pound her again, this time with even more force, Julie let out a gasp then shouted at him to fuck her, as hard and fast as he could, this sent the guy into a rage and he fucked her like a piston, grunting with each stroke, Pete could see this big fat black cock going in and out of her, it stretched her pussy wide and he could see her stomach bulge as it tried to rip its way out, she came again and again, streams of her come running down her legs, her stockings soaked, he stared in disbelief as she took this cock, fully inside her.

At last, he gave a mighty thrust that slid her across the table, he followed, bringing his knees to her sides and continued to hammer her pussy, his thrusts became ragged then slowed, Pete knew that the guy was draining his balls deep into her hole filling her until with each of his final strokes, his cum spurted out of her on to the table and floor, her body writhed beneath the burglar, she forced herself back against his cock and wiggled her ass gasping for breath as he finally slid his slackening erection from her ruddy cunt, she laid across the table with her reddened face turned to Pete, she looked down at his hand and realized that he had cum. A small blob of white liquid drained down his knuckles, he looked at her blushing ashamedly; the guys’ cock hung from his crotch, it was glistening with his spunk and her cum, even now, with it hanging limp, it was still a massive organ.

"Get up!" he ordered Julie. "Your little missus is gonna show me where the cash is; you stay right there man, or I’ll shoot the bitch." "Do as he says, Pete." She pleaded.

As soon as Pete heard them on the upstairs he ran for the phone. "Damn" he thought. "The line's been cut!" maybe Julie had her mobile phone in her hand bag? He began fishing through the bag when something caught his eye, he lifted a Polaroid picture from Julies’ hand bag and stared at the image in disbelief; there was Julie, in her short white tennis skirt, standing next to the burglar, only now he was dressed in tight shorts and had a t-shirt on with the words "Coach" across the chest, from their smiles in the picture it was obvious that they were quite friendly. When Julie returned to the kitchen she collapsed at his feet. "Oh God! I thought it would never end! He left by the back gate, we are free of him." She said, "I should call the police" Pete replied, running his hand over her head. "No! You can't! He knows where we live and he might come back” Julie yelled “let's just try to forget that this ever happened?" Pete looked down at her, she still had her little black skirt on, it was covered in semen, so were her stockings, her blouse and even her shoes, he could see a pool of foamy spunk dripping from her fanny, running down her legs, forming a puddle on the floor!

Pete thought of the photo in her hand bag, he should have said something but he remembered how hard his cock had been watching her being fucked, he was just as guilty plus, if he was honest he wouldn‘t mind watching them again, perhaps this time at tennis court, her bent over the net, her short tennis skirt up over her waist, exposing her frilly tennis knickers as this guy hammered her again? He felt his cock twitch at the thought. “Forget” he said, “how can we?” “ but we can make it better by you telling me just what it felt like to have that massive cock inside you and I can tell you what it was like to watch?” She looked up at him, some how he knew she thought, she knew what she‘d have to do but it turned her on too to see Pete‘s cock that hard and Scott her coach might just agree to let him watch. “OK” she said….

Julie

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