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| THERE’S A DEVIL WAITING OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR by Boag Sleeping like a comatose Jane was oblivious to the man stalking her bed. He looked on at her sleeping form covered by a white tank top and a pair of hot pants. He laid himself down next to her sliding one arm gently under her neck and holding the shoulder furthest away from him whilst resting his head on the one nearest. As she lay on her back he moved himself tightly up against her whilst on his side. Perhaps sensing the presence in her room Boag woke to found Richey curled up alongside her. “Richey…?” “Couldn’t sleep” He was naked and she could feel a throbbing pulse in his rapidly stiffening penis. It made her feel uneasy as did the tightness of his grip on her shoulder. His eyes showed no signs of closing for sleep and instead he moved his head so that she was looking directly into his eyes. In the vague light of the room she could only see his outline clearly; his features were visible but dulled. With his free hand he touched her belly and ran his hand up under her tank top towards her breast. He lent in to kiss her but she gently brushed him aside and pulled her top back down. She was about to turn to him and explain that she didn’t want to complicate their friendship with sex but she underestimated how badly he wanted her and the lengths he was willing to go to in order to have her. In the time it took to blink his relatively heavy body was laying over her and his mouth was pushed against hers. His hands had a stout grip round her wrists and he was holding them steady. She tried to free her arms and thrashed her head to dislodge his mouth but he was much stronger than his slim and petite exterior betrayed and she could hardly move. He had positioned himself between her legs with his pelvis grinding hard against hers, she could move her legs but in vain, they kicked the air around him. He hovered above and smiled as he said “we’re going to do this whether you like or not.” She looked into his changed face searching for the gentle man that she recognised and finding no trace of him. He pulled her arms together holding her wrists down with one hand whilst using the other to push her tank top up and over her breasts. The cold night air hit them and her flesh turned to goose bumps. He gazed briefly at them, her skin was colourless and almost transparent, if he’d had the time he would have traced the lines of deep blue veins that were barely visible in the darkness but his need for her was urgent and he would content himself by pushing his chest down against hers feeling her breasts compress against him and enjoying the feel of her hard and sensitive nipples on his chest. He grabbed hold of the top of her shorts and lifted himself off her briefly giving himself enough time to roughly pull them to her knees and grab her leg pulling it so that he could plant himself firmly between her legs. The opportunity to break free was futile; he was too fast and strong. He used his feet to push the shorts down past her ankles and off. She continued to struggle where he gave her opportunity to but he wasn’t remotely threatened by her inferior strength. The feeling of her struggle beneath him, the way her body pulsed against his in panic, the pleading look in her eyes, the screams from her mouth were all pure arousal. He caught her splaying hands and held them with just one of his as he used the other guide himself in. He pushed against her entrance and found she had clenched her cunt so tightly he couldn’t enter her. He inserted two fingers shoving them against the barrier of muscle forcing it to yield. She howled with the burning pain as Richey forcibly opened cunt and made her receive him. It felt like a white hot coal had been put there. He thrust in with one stroke and let out a long growl as he forced his way deep inside of her. “Damn baby you’re as tight as the day you were born!” The pressure of her panicked muscles contracting around his dick was almost too much, he already felt close to cumming. Whilst he reeled from the pleasure she managed to push her legs closer together forcing him up and preventing him penetrating her with any depth. He felt sorely tested by the disruption desiring the sensation of previous moments which shallow penetration could not deliver. He let go of her arms, instantly she started to beat him over the head and back, but he was focused and ignored the pitiful attempts at preventing him from obtaining what he required from her. He took hold of her thighs and pushed them apart and upwards giving himself a better angle. He thrust the rest of his length in sharply and regained hold of her arms. He’d put her in such a position that she could move even less than before and was pinned by his thrusting pelvis. He fucked her hard and fast and as he did so gloated above her with a manically smiling face. “Can you hear that? That sound there? See, you’re so wet for me baby, you want this! I’ll keep going shall I?” An uncomfortable twinge in her abdomen echoed with each thrust as he touched points deeper than she could handle. A few minutes later and his pace increased for a brief few seconds until she felt his hot load spill in her. He pulled out and rolled off breathing heavily and laughing to himself. “That was great…the way you were struggling and wriggling beneath me, it felt perfect!” A thought occurred to her “you didn’t use a condom” “No I wanted to cum in you but it’s ok, I’ll sort it out” He grabbed hold of her long black her and dragged her to the bathroom. He started the shower adjusting the temperature whilst holding her in the cubicle with him. She looked on horrified as he pulled the showed head down and removed his hand from the back of her to head to cover her mouth. When she realised his plan she held her legs tightly together but he pushed his hand between her legs and pulled them apart whilst holding the showed head between his teeth. He pushed his knee between her legs to keep them open and took hold of the shower head. She screamed and struggled with renewed ferocity as he pushed the showed head into her cunt. He spun it as he pushed it further inside creating conflicting sensations of torturous pain and pleasure. He watched her abdomen distend as it filled with water and removed the shower head when he was satisfied. He pulled her close to him so that her back was pushed up against his front and concentrated the jet of water on her clitoris. She told her body to shut down and begged it not to respond but her body soon forgot the circumstance and only felt the pressure and warmth against it’s most sensitive and responsive area. Richey could feel her demanding her orgasm to abort whilst it raged through her unabated and it delighted him to impose it upon her. “Mmmmmm trying to fight it?” he mumbled into her ear as he cruelly chuckled. The direct stimulation soon had the desired effect; she came hard screaming into his hand. As she came she had to lean against him as her legs had lost all their strength and vanished beneath her. Her cunt muscles spasmsed violently ejecting the water and semen in sporadic bursts. She moaned with humiliation and closed her eyes. “I don’t think we got everything do you?” Richey threw the shower head down and rubbed both his hands down her abdomen forcefully pushing the remaining water and ejaculate out. Too exhausted to fight she let him. He removed his hands satisfied at his work and pushed her against the tiled wall before leaving the bathroom. She crouched in the corner listening and waiting wondering if he was coming back or not. When she was convinced he had finished she replaced the shower head brushing it clean of her juice before standing beneath it. She returned to her room and put on some pyjamas and tied her damp hair loosely back. She ached from Richey’s violence. She could her Richey in the kitchen boiling the kettle and smoking. She walked in gasping at the feel of the cold stone floor against her bare feet. Richey had a loose top on and some camouflage trousers with no socks. His hair was wet but had been combed back with a few wisps hanging damply over his face. He smoked dragging deeply. He looked up at her. “Was I convincing?” “Yes…was I?” Richey just smiled at her nodding a silent yes. <<< Boag's stories |