The burglar [MF] [Abuse] [NonCon]

She was waiting for her husband to come back home. The husband she cheated more than a few times with more than a couple of men. She always wanted more and fantasized about many things. She was a cute latina girl, not tall by any means and a tight body. She had green eyes.

She was playing dress up. She picked outfits that her former lovers would’ve liked. A cute skirt, a sexy top, a dress, high heels. That day she wore a black thong and no bra. Her nipples were visibly hard through most of her clothes.

The last outfit she tried when she did that was always the same. That one was for a special someone, not a real person though. Just a fantasy. The man who would just take her as a stranger and leave. The one who would use her like a fuckdoll. The one who wouldn’t care if she wanted it. For him she wore a thin white wife beater, her thong and matching heels. Nothing more. In her mind he would find her in exactly that moment and just do it. She never told anyone this fantasy. She usually finished touching herself, but this time she waited.

Of course she didn’t know it would actually happen. Maybe if she changed quicker that day it wouldn’t have gone that far. But it did. And as she showered waiting for her husband, she looked puzzled and conflicted. She kept reliving that moment and wasn’t sure how she felt.

She went to the kitchen looking for water still wearing her outfit. Little did she know that her dressing up routine had been watched more than once by someone. Someone she once knew but wouldn’t remember. Someone who didn’t know she thought she wanted it but didn’t care. She had some loud music playing and didn’t notice when he broke into her house.

He waited and put on a mask. His pulse was fast the moments he stormed in towards her. That instant she heard the noise and tried to look behind her. Eyes wide. Scared. But he grabed her hair and covered her mouth as he pushed her against the wall with his body. He was already hard and she felt it. Someone should’ve heard the banging noise as she hit the surface but no one did. He thrusted harder and she was helpless. A tight grip on her and a couple of tears down her cheek. Did she really hope for that to happen? She did. But now that it was real, she wasn’t that sure.

“You will be quiet, you stupid whore”. He removed his hand and she tried to scream. She couldn’t. He pulled her head back and slaped her. He groaned. She whimpered. He muffled her mouth with a piece of clothing. “I’ll take that off when you decide to be a good slut for me”.

He groped her breasts. Like she was a fuck toy. Squished hard and pinched her nipples harder before he moved her to the table bending her down. He smacked her ass and the pain made her whine. He ripped her panties and took out his cock. She was sweating. He played with her clit. “I know you love to be cocksucking bitch, but I don’t trust you won’t bite”.

She was wet. He didn’t really care. He just rammed his cock inside her. She clenched her fists and her mouth. He was tearing her in two. She didn’t expect that cock to be so thick. She moaned and whimpered as he fucked her. She didn’t want to cum but she was so close she wouldn’t be able to avoid it. “You are loving this. Filthy whore”. He used her like a fleshlight. Harder with each thrust. He kept pulling her hair and slaping her. He called her every insult he thought. Her knees went weak as she came and he kept thrusting. He kept doing it until she felt his warmth flooding her. And then he walked away quickly.

He left her there. Exhausted. Almost passed out. She just stayed there breathing and she didn’t know for how long. When she was able to gather herself she took a shower. She cried a little. She made herself cum as well. She didn’t tell anyone.

A few weeks after she decided to play dress up again. Now she touched remembering it. She was ashamed. “Is he watching me?” She blushed. “Will he visit me again?”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bhb4i7/the_burglar_mf_abuse_noncon