I came home from work, walked into the house and just dropped my bags on the floor and headed straight to the bedroom. As I walked to the bedroom I started to shed my clothes, one sandal in the kitchen, another in the hall. I pulled off my shirt and dropped it just outside the bedroom door. As I headed towards the bed I tugged my pants off over my hips and let them fall to the floor as I collapsed on the bed ripping my panties off and tossing them across the room to land on the dresser next to the TV.
I rolled over and reached into the basket by the bed for my toys and some lube. I pulled out my butt plug, a dildo and my magic little bullet. Just the trick after the day I'd had.
So there I lay; in the middle of the afternoon, in the middle of my bed, naked. My knees were drawn up and my feet were planted flat on the mattress with my thighs spread wide. I lubed up the plug and got it inserted. I fingered my clit and pussy getting them all wet and ready. I slid the dildo in and out a couple times and grabbed my little bullet and start getting busy.
I was moaning and panting as I felt the orgasm coming. I must have been louder than I thought because I didn’t hear anyone knock let alone enter the house. In my rush to get to my bedroom I must not have locked the door behind me as I entered the house and that was when I heard it…
The sound of a belt buckle.
I didn’t even have time to glance towards the bedroom door; as my brain didn’t even have time to register the sound. I felt hands on my ankles and felt my body being flipped over and pulled to the edge of the bed so I was on my stomach with my feet touching the floor. As I tried to glance behind me I got a pillow shoved over my head and felt a hand push down on my lower back.
I heard a male voice say, “Don’t make a sound.”
I started to struggle but he used the belt to bind my wrist to together behind my back. I felt his pants drop and he nudged my legs apart and said to me, “You need a real cock not just some toys to satisfy you. I know what you need. I have been watching.”
As he removed the dildo from my pussy he shoved his hard cock in with one swift hard push.
He said to me, “You are such a little slut. Is this what you do every afternoon when you come home from work? And you leave windows open so anyone walking by can see.”
He gave my ass a slap every time he pulled his cock out, just before slamming back into me.
He stopped fucking me long enough to pull the pillow off my head and tie a blindfold over my eyes. I heard him rummaging in the basket of toys.
“Ah. Here it is,” he said, as I felt him reach around and fasten the collar around my neck and roll me over onto my back. I lay there, exposed fully to him, and started to feel uncomfortable lying on my bound hands.
“You are such nasty girl,” he said to me, as I felt the clamps come down on my nipples and felt them start to squeeze down tighter. I cried out in pain, but he just shushed me and said, “No noise or it will be all pain and no pleasure.”
He stood me up and pushed me against the wall as he slipped his hand up to my ass and pulled the butt plug out, replacing it with something larger. I again cried out in pain and fear, but again I am shushed. I felt his hands on my pussy as he rubbed my clit and slipped a finger into my pussy. I felt his fingers as he slid in two and curled them up and began rubbing my g-spot. I moaned and started to slide down the wall as my legs grew weak with pleasure. He pressed his body against mine, pinning me to the wall.