The Burglar And His Victim

Jack sat in his beat up pickup as he watched the house he had watched practically every night over the past five years. He knew the woman inside the house was alone. He knew her every move. He knew practically everything about her.

She was his tormentor, she haunted his dreams. She flaunted her body at work when she walked by his desk without even looking in his direction. Her long flowing brown hair, her deep sea blue eyes that lit up when she laughed. She wasn't beautiful by any means. A bit to plump in the middle for most men, but for him she was perfect. The sound of her laughter would send shivers all over his body. One of her smiles would make him hard for an hour.

Of course her smiles were never meant for him. She didn't know he existed. But after tonight she would never forget his name.

Natasha clicked off the nightly news. There was nothing new in the world that she wanted to listen to. Her hair hung in waves down her back as she settled down under the comforter. She knew she would sleep well tonight. Her boyfriend Terry had given her pussy a nice ride today after work. Her body was quiet for a change; she should be able to sleep. She snuggled down against the pillow, her eyes closing as she headed off into dreamland.

Natasha's eyes flew open when she felt the cold steel of the knife against her throat. She was petrified with fear. She didn't know how someone had broken into her house, she locked all the doors and windows, hadn't she? Then she knew, she had opened the bathroom window to let out the steam from her shower. Now there was a knife at her throat and a raspy voice in her ear. "Make one sound bitch and I will slit your throat from ear to ear. Understand?"

She was afraid to move, afraid to breathe. When the knife pressed tighter against her flesh, she slowly nodded. She flinched when hands pushed her shoulders, moving her to her back on the bed. She closed her eyes as the comforter was thrown off her naked body. "Please don't hurt me." she said softly.

The voice didn't speak again but the knife left her throat. She breathed a sigh of relief until she felt the side of it brush over her naked breast. She gasped in fear, watching the blade move almost gently over her skin. "Beautiful." The voice said again.

She lifted her eyes but all she could see in the moonlight was a tall well built man with a ski mask over his face as he looked at her naked body. "Please." She said again, then cried out when he suddenly shoved his hand between her legs, forcing 3 fingers roughly into her. "Please." She cried again this time in pain as he forced his fingers in and out of her dry hole.

"Hm...Don't seem to horny right now do you bitch?" He growled pulling his hand from her body. She lay there in terror as he put the knife between his teeth as he opened his jeans. She cringed when she heard the rasp of his zipper being lowered.

Tears ran silently down her cheeks. "Please, don't do this to me." She begged as she watched him strip from his clothes. She wanted to run, she wanted to call the police, but all she did was lay there in terror as he stripped down to his skin then covered her body with his own.

He forced her legs apart, while he settled between them. She could feel his hardness pressing against her. She heaved a sob when she felt him slowly penetrate her. "Please...." She cried again when he suddenly forced his way deeply into her body.

She let out a scream as she felt her insides being torn away.

He held himself buried deep inside her. The knife lay forgotten on the floor by the bed.

Jack relished in the feeling of her tightening around him. Oh god she felt so good. Just as good as he had always imagined. True she was a little tight and dry at the moment but he didn't care about that. All he cared about was the fact that he was buried to the hilt inside her.

He ripped off his mask as he claimed her mouth with his. His tongue drove between her closed lips as he slowly thrust into her body.

Natasha whimpered against his mouth as he brutally raped her. Her juices had started to coat his thrusting cock but the pain was still there. When he forced his mouth on hers, she thought about biting his tongue but remembering the knife she let his tongue invade her.

Then suddenly something changed. She couldn't put her finger on it at first. His cock was still slamming into her body. His mouth was still locked on hers. Then it hit her, it was his hands. He was caressing her like a prized doll. His hands moved gently over her skin. When he pinched lightly at the nipple, she actually moaned into his mouth. Then the kiss softened. His mouth became teasing almost lover like until she realized she was answering his kisses with kisses of her own.

She was even more surprised when she lifted her hands around his neck, holding him close as her body rocked with his. Even his thrusts inside her didn't hurt anymore. He was still pounding her but it felt good. She loved feeling him sliding inside her. When he moved his mouth from hers she lay beneath him panting as her orgasm washed over her. She couldn't hold back the cry as she flooded him.

"Oh Natasha." He cried as he fucked harder into her, burying his cock deep. His hands gripped her breasts, holding them as he slammed himself repeatedly into her body.

She was fucking back at him but suddenly lay still when he called out her name. "How do you know my name?" She asked quietly in the darkness.

He stopped thrusting into her, just held himself buried in her sweet pussy. "Oh sweetheart. You have haunted my dreams for the past five years. Every morning you pass my desk, the way you moved your body has driven me crazy. Couldn't you give me a smile, or at least a hello?"

It hit her then who had broken into her house. He thought she haunted his dreams? Well he had to learn some things. She pulled his head roughly to hers, slamming her tongue into his surprised mouth as she thrust her body wildly against him. He started moving inside her again in self defense as she locked her mouth on his.

The sex was strong, powerful. The bed shook with the power of their bodies slamming together in perfect rhythm. Their cries broke the silence as they both found the peak together.

When he tried to pull out of her, she tightened on him, until she felt him empty himself into her eager hole. A hole she had wanted him to fill for five years.

Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as his face rested against her neck. "Oh Jack..." She purred his name sending shivers down his body.

He lifted his face to hers. His eyes looked deeply into her own. "I don't understand."

She ran her hand over his mustache and beard. "Don't you know how long I have wanted you? Don't you know how many men I have been with because of wanting you?"

He shook his head. "I don't understand."

She reached over to the nightstand flipping on the lamp. He buried his face against her chest against the sudden light. He resisted a moment when she lifted his face then looked into her eyes again. "Oh Jack. I have loved you since the first time I walked by your desk on the way to my interview. You were hard at work; I don't think you even noticed me."

He put a finger against her lips. "Believe me, I noticed."

She smiled, kissing his finger. "I never said hello, I never smiled because I wanted you so bad but was convinced you didn't want me."

He looked down into her eyes, so full of love and desire. He felt an overwhelming tenderness for her in his chest. "Why baby? Why would you think I wouldn't want you?"

She lowered her eyes as if she was ashamed but he urged her until she lifted them again. "I thought you were gay."

He looked at her in surprise. "You thought I was what?"

She lowered her eyes again. "You and that guy from Accounting were so close together at your desk that I assumed."

He thought about who she was talking about. "You mean Mike?" When she nodded he laughed. "Oh honey, Mike is happily married with three kids. When you saw us together like that it was because we were looking at a Victoria Secret catalogue. He wanted to get his wife something special for their anniversary."

Her eyes widened although she wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or the fact that he was suddenly hardening inside her. She loosened her grip on his butt cheeks letting him slide slowly in and out of her as he kissed her softly.

"I'm sorry if I scared you...I just didn't know how to get you to look at me. I didn't know how to tell you how much I wanted to be with you."

She cupped his face in her hands as she lifted her body against his, taking him deeply inside her. "You could have just said 'hello.'"

The End