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The Burglar | PrivateDick | 2

 

Although, the stranger's entire weight on your body has limited your movement, you figure your chances for survival are slim and that you might as well attempt to fend him off. Unfortunately, the man feels you struggling and it sends him into a rage.

"You stupid fuck," he growls. "I told you to play nice!"

You feel the hard handle of the gun strike you in the head. There is no strength left in you to fend off the stranger. You are not quite conscious, but you are now too weak to do anything but wait for what comes next.

Apparently, your struggle has excited your assailant and you can hear him breathing hard---groaning as he grinds his pelvis into yours.

"You like to fight, do you?" He asks. "You're going to be my bitch tonight." His breath, you think, is as hot as the room. You feel his mouth tasting and exploring your flesh. The stranger's piercing dark eyes stare down into yours as his lips cover yours. His tongue pries your lips apart and violates your mouth... probing... sucking. You cna taste him.

He seems to take great pleasure in your helplessness. He breaths hard into you and his free hand fumbles with his pants. He unzips himself and looks down at your body. His hand covers your crotch... groping and kneading it through the cloth of your underwear.

"Mmmm, you're going to be my little fuck-whore," he moans.

He pulls off your underwear and fondles your privates. Then he begins to shed off his shirt, revealing a greatly developed barrel chest covered with fine dark hair decending to his lower torso.

By now you feel an extra wind coming over you.

 

Do you struggle for possession of the gun or do you lay there waiting?


          You panic and struggle even harder

          Lay there

 
 
 

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