A home invastion by Sara_Quill
A disgruntled employee stalkes the trophy wife of his boss. He overpowers her with chloroform and uses her limp body for pleasure and revenge. , A home invasion
A villa halfway up a mountain, a beautiful view of the ocean, surrounded by trees. It’s white walls shimmering in the twilight, as high above some seagulls soared through the sky. Two people who have never met before are about to meet for the very first time.
Within the villa there’s Camilla. Although the people in her inner circle call her Cami. She ate a banana that she grabbed from the fruit bowl while she tried to decide if she should cook something healthy or pop a frozen pizza in the oven.
A few yards away Jessie was watching her from behind a tree. He studied Camilla sitting cross legged on the couch while breaking off pieces of the banana with her neatly manicured fingers and putting the pieces in her mouth. Maybe she grew up in such a prude Christian community that eating a banana right from the peel would be considered too sexual. He didn’t know whether that was true or not, but he liked that idea. It made his cock twitch in his pants to think this was a young Christian prude. His hand slid into his bag and the smooth glass bottle fitted precisely into his palm.
Camilla wasn’t a Christian prude, she was a trophy wife. At least she’d rather think off herself as a trophy wife than as a sugar baby, some people called her a sugar baby simply because she was twenty years younger than her husband, yet others called her a gold digger and off course on a certain level they were all right. If he wasn’t rich she probably wouldn’t have married him at twenty three versus his fifty three, the comfortable life he offered was certainly part of the appeal. She finished her banana en threw the peel on the coffee table. For a moment she urged herself to get up and start dinner, but she leaned backwards in the leather couch and turned on the TV. Her husband was on business trip and wouldn’t be home for two more days, maybe she would just eat a bag of crisp instead of dinner.
Jessie knew her husband was gone on a business trip, a luxurious business trip to Hawaii all expenses paid, while at the same time they claimed the company was loosing money. In fact the company was in so much financial trouble they recently had to fire one third of their personal. They fired Jessie, while her husband got to fly to Hawaii, business class. Jessie had nothing left to loose. He snuck through the woods approaching the house, he tried a few windows until he found a sliding glass door that could be opened. He took the terry wash cloth and the bottle of chloroform from his bag and prepared a cloth, then he stepped into the house.
Camilla had opened the fridge, she was staring down the shelves, she picked up a bell pepper and put it back. There were plenty of vegetables for a nice healthy meal, but she was too lazy to cook.
A white wet cloth was pushed in her face. She tried to pull away, she tried to scream, but that only made her throat sore from the fumes, she coughed and felt lightheaded. She tried to turn around to see who was holding her in such a tight embrace, she squirmed and struggled. But the fumes were taking a hold of her mind quickly and soon she was so dizzy she didn’t really knew what was going on anymore.
Jessie felt her slump into his arms, only a soft mindless moan sounded. He hoisted her over her shoulder. She was more petite and dainty then he’d imagined she would be, she was way younger too. He carried her to the couch and put her limp body onto the white leather. He pushed up her tank top and cupped her breasts, a nice squishy dollop of flesh. Her boob felt completely different than any other boob he’d ever felt before, this boob felt like revenge. He dug his fingers even deeper into the flesh. If she was awake she’d probably screamed in pain, but now she was fast asleep and she didn’t make a sound.
He hoisted her limp body into a sitting position, he took her tank top off and fidgeted with the hook of the bra until it eventually snapped open, and lowered her body back on the couch again. Two hands running over her tummy, her ribcage, her boobs. Both his hand filled up with squishy flesh. He pulled on her nipple to make it stiff and then he took the nipple in her mouth.
Camilla’s head was tingling, her ears were ringing. It was as if she was locked in her own unconscious body, not aware enough to figure out what was going on, but also not asleep enough to loose all sense of self-awareness. She felt an itch on her boob and dazed the swatted her hand in that direction. Her arm didn’t respond the way it would normally respond, it was swaying through the air aimlessly and touched the hair of someone on top of her boob. Gelled hair.
She let out a moan and tried to push them away. She blinked her eyes and tried to figure out what was going on. A primal whining sound came from her throat.
‘Sssh…’ Someone said. ‘It’s okay honey.’
Jessie toyed with the nipple. He swirled his tongue around the little nodule or he sucked the entire boob in his mouth. She was patting him on the head or trying to push him away. Soft squirming and moaning. He grabbed her wrist and pinned them down over her head, that way she couldn’t push him away again. He rubbed his face against her boob, his own saliva spreading across his cheeks.
‘What’s happening?’ She said with a groggy voice. ‘Get away from me.’ She was struggling and getting stronger. Jessie reached out for the chloroformed cloth.
‘No, no. Please don’t. Please just let me go.’ She started begging the moment she saw the white cloth shimmer in his hands.
‘You’re going to take a nap.’ Jessie said. ‘A nice long nap.’ It sounded weird, it didn’t come out his mouth the way he practiced it, somehow he sounded more caring and kind than he intended. ‘You bimbo.’ He added to come across more dominant and mean.
‘I’m not a bimbo.’ She said. ‘Please, just…’ He didn’t hear what else she had to say, because he pressed the cloth against her face and her words were transformed into muffled moaning. She was shaking her head, she kicked her legs en pulled on his arms trying to get the cloth away from her face, but then her eyes glassed over and her struggling faded.
Her eyes fluttering rapidly before she was completely unconscious again.
Jessie now put his hand in between her legs, he rubbed her crotch over her jeans and then he unzipped her pants and pulled them off her body, she was wearing a pink lace thong that he yanked of her hips too.
Her pussy was completely shaved, the pussy lips felt velvety soft and for a moment he played with the pinkish nodule of her clit. He pressed the palm of his hand against her vulva and rubbed up and down, she wasn’t getting wet, so he spit on his own hand and spread his saliva across her pussy. Now his fingers moved smoothly through her slippery pussy lips and into her tight little hole.
He unbuckled his own pants and pulled his already stiff cock out of his underpants. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and started jerking off.