Closet Archway

Closet Archway

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

She bite her lip and dropped her head down as she could feel herself wanting to get off. Seeing her in this vulnerable state he removed his hand from her breast and unzipped his...

Summary

She bite her lip and dropped her head down as she could feel herself wanting to get off. Seeing her in this vulnerable state he removed his hand from her breast and unzipped his...

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Submitted: May 01, 2015

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Submitted: May 01, 2015

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It was already past ten as she ran up the dark porch stairs. The soft, warm glow coming from the living room and door windows were comforting as she pushed open the door to her new home. Her and her husband had only been living there for a couple months now and tonight was the night they decided to throw a small house warming party. Entering into the living room, she was met with familiar faces. All of which were already drinking and laughing about. Hearing the echoes of hello and hey, she greeted everyone with a bright smile and a quick wave.

"Glad you could join us!" Her husband said as he smiled at her. He got up from the leather sofa and walked over to her, giving her a big kiss and hug before walking towards the kitchen to grab another beer. She peered around the room to see who all was here. Of course, it was mostly his friends. She didn’t have many friends in this area, so she grew plenty adaptable to having just mostly his friends over. It looked like it was just 5 of his closest friends and a couple of their girlfriends. She turned around and kicked off her white shoes and hung up her purse in the entry hall.

"You want a beer?" One of his friends yelled out at her.

"I will when I come back down. I'm going to go change out of my work cloths." She replied while pinching a piece of cloth from her scrub shirt and tugging on it a bit. It had been a long day and she was ready to relax. She walked up the stairs that were next to the front door. The stairwell was only lit from the lights downstairs so when she came up to the hallway, it was completely dark. She knew her way though and continued to walk down the hallway to her bedroom. Walking past the spare bedroom, the light from the streetlights outside shined through the windows casting stretched, lit shadows of a blind across the wooden floors. It was quiet besides the muffled sounds of talking and laughs from downstairs.

Once she reached her bedroom, she opened the door and walked in without turning the lights on. The streetlights outside gave the room a low light haze and it was enough for her to get the cloths she wanted to change into. Instantly, she took her white socks off and threw them into the laundry basket next to the long, white mirror that sat on the floor. Glancing over at herself she pulled the clip that held her hair up and let the loose curls fall across her shoulders. She ruffled them up a bit to get some volume and when finally satisfied with her look she walked over to the walk-in closet. It didn't have a door yet, so you could easily see inside, which she hated, but it was on the bottom of the list of things to change around the house. Walking inside she started going through her cloths to find something casually comfortable to wear. Finding the shirt she wanted, she grabbed it and walked back out while throwing it on the bed. Grabbing the bottom of her scrub top she began to pull it up. Sliding the fabric past her now bare stomach and over top her breasts that fit perfectly into one of her pretty bras. She pulled it over her head feeling her hair slide across her almost naked back and shoulders. She tossed the shirt into the basket and went to untie her scrub bottoms, but stopped when she realized she forgot the undershirt that went to the shirt she grabbed. Walking back over to the closet she started shuffling through clothes to find it when she heard the wooden floor creak outside the closet entry way.

"Gin, is that you?" She called out in a cute baby voice to her furry, black cat. She paid no mind to the cat's unresponsive attitude. Her back faced the closet entry way, letting the streetlights shine on her bare back giving her skin a silky glow. She heard another creak on the floor and this time she turned around.

Met with a shadowy figure she went to scream out as she tried to back up only to get jumbled in her own legs. Her scream was cut off as she tripped herself and she began to feel herself fall to the floor. The shadowed figure, in one swoop, grabbed a hold of her before she hit the hard floor. Feeling rough, large hands around her naked mid-section she broke out in a nervous sweat when she noticed these were not the hands of her husband. The shadowed figure hung over her, blocking the only light that came from the windows into the closet. She went to scream, but one of those strong hands cupped over her mouth in a fierce motion causing her to lose her breath. Her eyes went big as she struggled to see who it was. She struggled to get free of the grip that held onto her as it pulled her back closer into its towering, warm body. Her naked back meet with a t-shirt fabric and a cold metal clasp from a belt. Terrified, she waved her arms around trying to break free from the strength. She kicked and felt her foot connect with what felt like a knee and just when she thought she had a moment of freedom she was thrown forward into the closet archway beam and she felt him press up against her back harder. Still holding onto her mouth tightly, she saw a gleam of bright light bounce off a piece of metal as the outside light hit it. Her eyes widen further seeing the knife. Muffled by her own heavy breathing, she could hear his heavy, deep breathing begin to slow down as his breath brushed the side of her face. At this moment, she knew she didn’t have many options left but to succumb to what he wanted. Feeling that cold, sharp knife press up against the left side of her neck she felt him lift her head and he let go of her mouth slowly.

She didn't make a sound.

She could still feel reminisce of the firm grip that was around her mouth, but she could breathe more easily now.  She kept looking up, afraid of what might happen if she moved. Feeling the knife still on her neck, she grabbed hold of the wooden archway that was pressed firmly against the front of her. Overwhelmed with fright, she began to softly cry and shiver. This only seemed to make him want to touch her more as his free hand wrapped around her lower stomach, pulling her butt out towards him with a strong, forced push. She jumped at this notion and it made her cry harder. She kept it quiet though, so not to provoke him. His rough hand slide down her side to her right thigh. His fingers stretched out, teasingly gliding over her in a rippled-like tide. She shook her head slowly as she felt him get closer to her personal area. His hand sliding down her thigh and back up again…

…getting ever so closer until she felt them…

His fingers slide between her legs and brushed across her lips over the top of her pants. She tried closing her legs to force him out, but he shoved the side of the knife harder onto her neck. Startled in fear she stopped, feeling a sting on the side her neck. She could feel blood trickle down and she relaxed her legs.  He continued over top her scrub bottoms, rubbing two of his fingers across her in a delicate manner.

She closed her eyes in despair as he began to feel her. She wanted so much to fight back. To turn around and see who her captor was. To hit him in the face and conflict harm on him. She struggled with the idea of trying to escape with the possibility of being murdered or having a better chance of staying alive and suffer through with him having his way with her. All she could do was stand there as her mind raced.


Unsatisfied with her statue-like state, he removed his hand from between her thighs and glided them up to the string that held her bottoms on. Feeling the string untie, she immediately muffled a whimper as she felt her pants fall down her legs and lay across her feet. She stood there in just her bra and panties as she felt him push himself into her back side. His hard bulge pressing up against her butt through his jeans.

'This is it.' She thought to herself. Her breathing quickened.

She tried to hold back her muffled cries as his free hand once more slide back down her lower abdomen. His fingers teased across the lacy fringe of her underwear. Sliding his fingers back and forth until they broke under the lace. He made his way down, feeling her soft lips against his fingertips. He pressed the side of his face against her neck as the touch of her pussy made him want to explore her further.

Feeling his somewhat scruffy face lay on the back of her neck, she cringed as she felt him open her lips and slide a finger down and in between them. His rough fingertips swirled about her clit, feeling every inch of her. To no surprise she wasn’t wet, but he wasn't done with her. Far from done.

He smirked.

Using the hand that was exploring her, he pushed on her pelvic causing her butt to press deep against his ever growing, harder bulge. Wiggling the rest of his hand between her thighs and underneath the lace he glided down her clit until he found her hole. Dipping his finger around the edge of her he felt her whimper. He smirked once more and he licked the side of her neck by her ear then shoved his finger deep inside her. He felt his ravenous desires grow as he felt inside her warm and slightly wet pussy. The palm of his hand rubbed up against her clit as he pushed deeper inside her.

Feeling him go in and out of her made her body ache and scream as she tightened her stomach muscles. She felt like she could vomit as she began to feel heat rise to her face. Her cheeks becoming blushed and her head began to spin. She couldn't take much more of this. She wanted to scream out and run, but she was stuck. Stuck against the cold wooden beam and his rocking, every heating body. Feeling like she could suffocate she began to feel a tingly sensation in her lower region and her legs began to shake. He continued pumping his finger in and out of her, rocking behind her in the same motion. Feeling her become weaker he started to go faster, putting more pressure with his palm on her clit.

She closed her eyes and fought back against the thought of her body becoming turned on. She was being taking advantage of; raped and here she was letting herself slip into what almost felt like pleasure. She could feel the buildup rise as she became wetter. This couldn't be happening, but he wouldn't ease up and continued finger fucking her making her juices flow as he humped behind her.

Letting an unexpected moan escape, her cheeks became even more flushed. She closed eyes as her body gave in to him. He removed the knife from her neck and grabbed, with his now free hand, firmly on her breast. Squeezing it gently as he continued going in and out of her with his finger. He ripped the top of the bra off her tit, exposing it and its already erect nipple. Putting it between his fingers he squeezed causing intense, quick jolts of pain to run through her. It was only met with pure pleasure as it enveloped with ecstasy and flowed through her. She let another moan escape her lips.

She could feel it.

Another wave of pleasure take over.

Her body taken over.

She bite her lip and dropped her head down as she could feel herself wanting to get off. Seeing her in this vulnerable state he removed his hand from her breast and unzipped his pants to relieve his trapped, hard cock. Continuing with his finger, he slide her panties to the side and slide his cock between her legs. The heat beaming down from her pussy made him eager to shove it inside her, but he let it slide across her lips as his finger slide around and swirled her wet clit. She let out a moan as she kept her head down. He yanked her head up by her hair. Her flushed face exposed to the glow of the street lights, he looked down at her. He wanted to see her face the moment he takes her. The moment he has desired for, for so long.

“I know you want it.” He whispered to her as he shoved his cock inside her, hard, letting her take every inch of him.

Her eyes widen at the shock and slight pain as he dwelled deeper into her. He began to move in and out of her and her pussy started to pulsate; his thickness driving her crazy. She no longer had any control over herself and she started to move her hips in the same motion as him. Wanting more of him. Wanting it to go deeper. To smash up against her ass harder.

‘Don't stop’...She thought to herself.

He moved his hips faster, shoving his cock harder into her making a wet smacking sound. She gripped the beam harder, digging her nails into the wood. Her breath quickened. She was about to cum and he knew it.

Reaching down he rubbed her swollen clit ferociously. Her breaths became short as she felt intense pleasure begin to escape her. Soft, short moans escape her glistening lips as she closed her eyes tight feeling the most sensational pleasure she has ever felt. Her orgasm took over as he continued to pump in and out of her. She didn't think she could take much more with how sensitive her pussy felt until she felt him grow bigger and squeeze both sides of her hips.

He let out a low moan as he came inside of her. His dick pulsating as he thrusted a few more times.

Out of breathe, he slide out of her, his cum dripping onto the floor. She slide down the beam instantly ashamed of herself. Before she could even brush the damp curls out of her face to see the person who took her, he had already turned around and was walking out the door. She sat there on the wooden floor soaked in the juices of a stranger unable to move as her clit continued to pulsate.


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