Raped in my kitchn by an intuder by Irene_Ren
Dive into a gripping erotic tale in "Raped in My Kitchen by an Intruder" by Irene_Ren. This intense story explores unexpected desire and vulnerability within domestic spaces, provoking deep emotions and sensations. Perfect for fans of bold, provocative narratives. Read more to experience this captivating journey!<br/>
Life can be cruel to be kind sometimes , I was a happy 36-year-old, fairly petite woman, living alone for a few years in an old cottage by a reserve and stream. On a fine but breezy Wednesday afternoon, I came home from work as usual. I had gone out the back to get in my laundry when I heard what I thought was a local stray cat near my back door.
Returning back inside I put the laundry down in my room to be sorted later and then went to the kitchen to begin making my dinner. As I walked into the kitchen I discovered there was an intruder waiting for me, he looked at me and said. “Hello, Sweetie.”
I freaked at seeing him and he reached out and took hold of me. I started to panic and began to flail uselessly about, trying to break free of his grasp. Fear drove me but there was no escape from his clutches.
After a couple of minutes, I began to tire, he was much stronger than me, then I slipped and we tumbled to the floor. I felt his grip pull me over and I ended up on my back, with the guy sitting on top of me.
The guy pulled open my blouse, then pulled up my cami and lifted my bra, he rubbed and squeezed my tits, then he sucked my nipples very hard while I squirmed and writhed under him.
Then I felt him reach down and begin to pull up my skirt, I tried hard to keep my skirt down, but again he was simply too strong for me. His hand slipped up under my skirt and he began to rub my belly. Then his hand slipped over to my hip and he took hold of my panties, with a firm pull, he eased my panties down until they were stretched across my mid-thighs, and awkward and restricting position for them.
I felt totally helpless now with my bare pussy exposed to the intruder, he looked down and with a wolfish grin, he commented, “You have a very nice, cute, little girly pussy.”
I felt very ashamed and belittled.
Then to my horror, the guy unzipped his jeans and withdrew his swollen cock. He then placed his cock along my thighs, aiming his cock directly at my pussy. Deep fear engulfed me again. He was about to rape me.
His hands found my wrists and without much effort he drew my arms up each side of my head, pinning me down very effectively. Then his weight came down and onto my body, trapping me more. I felt his cock slide up along my thighs then his cock tip pressed against my bare slit.
I tried to squirm and writhe hoping to keep his cock out, but my panties held my legs together and made it difficult for me to move my legs. He kept on pressing his cock hard up against me, then with a shift in his angle I felt his cock slip down towards my pussy entrance. His cock began to worm its way closer then it started to slowly squeeze into me. I began to cry.
The guy forced his cock a bit further inside me, then he began to slowly thrust, his cock slipping a little bit deeper each time. I had never been fucked while having my legs together before, it made his cock feel tighter and a bit more awkward. But it also meant that his cock rubbed more firmly on my pussy lips and that started to put pressure onto my clit.
Unable to move, I felt the guys cock slowly working its way deeper into my body, and as it did, I felt his cock rub more and more against my lips and the added sensations of his cock putting more pressure onto my clit.
I began to feel an odd kind of numbness from my lower body. A shift from the awkward tightness to a more a kind of soft warmth and increasing ease as his cock continued to probe deeper into my body. Then I began to realize the sensations were beginning to spread out from my pussy, I could feel the wetness as my body adjusted to the action of his cock driving inside me, and I began to feel the warm glow of arousal as my clit began to become swollen from the pressure.
I felt very confused by how my body was reacting, and then just to add insult to injury, I began to realize I could feel an orgasm begin to build. I really did not want to orgasm while being raped.
Try as I might I could not stop the sensations of the orgasm from continuing to build, I tried hard to hold off but in the end, it was just too hard to prevent.
Gasping, I arched up as the orgasm rippled through my body, I felt him thrust in as I arched and his cock slid much deeper inside me, fully penetrating me.
“That’s the way, good girl, well done!” he whispered into my ear.
Shame and deep embarrassment filled my thoughts, he knew that I had orgasmed, and he seemed to be enjoying the idea that he had made me orgasm.
His thrusts went much deeper as he carried on with raping me, it didn’t take too long before I felt another orgasm begin to build. I just didn’t know what to do. The orgasm was more intense and lasted longer, and I began to cry again as I knew he now had total control over my body.
Somehow I began to feel as if I was floating, kind of caught up in a raw sexual high, his cock driving in and making me orgasm several more times, each getting more and more intense.
Then I felt a small shit in his action. He began to go a bit faster and I felt his body rubbing harder and harsher against mine. The euphoria I was feeling began to ebb, I became more aware of his increasing action.
He then thrust in very hard, and I then felt a sudden, powerful surge going on up into me, I freaked and panicked, but he just held me very tightly. I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching deep inside me. Deep fear and dread filled me, but there was absolutely nothing that I could do about it.
This was it, the moment of truth, I was now “RAPED”.
I felt the last spasms of his cock releasing his raping cum deep into my body, knowing he was getting it exactly where he wanted it to be, and all of it, just for me.
He just lay there on top of me, his cock still wedged deep inside my pussy, but he seemed very pleased with himself. My mind was in a spin, I had just been raped, I had the rapist cum deep inside my pussy, and I was still trapped under him.
Then he moved, eased out and stood up, straightening his clothes.
“You were wonderful!”, his words came to me as he then walked out my back door, leaving me alone and raped.
Shock and fear filled me, my body exhausted by the raw sexual release I had endured. I slowly rolled over, pulling up my panties and then crawled off to the bathroom. Crying, I slowly climbing up to sit on the toilet, I then tried to wipe away his raping cum. But as I tried, I found out his cum was extremely thick and very sticky, it did not want to budge, but it stayed wanted to stay in place.
“No!” I cried, “No.”
I desperately needed to get his raping cum out. I had no protection and I was beginning to freak and panic, I started to run about in tiny circles and then I hopped from leg to leg. Nothing, my panic increased as I tried more and more things to try and shift the raping cum from deep inside my pussy. Nothing seemed to work and I got more and more wound up, making myself feel sick and dizzy. Exhausted, I reluctantly made my way to my bedroom to lie down for a few minutes and then to decide what to do. A huge wave of tiredness swept over me and I close my eyes just for a moment.