A Secret Segregation

He parked his car across the street, and carefully killed the lights before turning off the street. It was an upmarket neighbor. The houses were far apart and if she screamed, no one would hear her, no one would come to her rescue. The man was dressed in black, pants, a tight black shirt, and black shoes. He turned off the cabin lights so when he opened the door, there would be no pool of light. He was tall, close to six feet tall, and his deep Nordic roots blessed him with deep blue eyes, and blond hair. The hair hidden by a black woolen hat pulled low.The car locked with a silent click. He scanned the area—no witnesses. He slipped across the street and hid behind the large oak tree, then when he guessed it was clear, he slipped into the yard, and up the drive.

Savannah’s car was parked outside the garage, the man stood in its shadow for a moment, then pulled down his hat into a balaclava and hid his face. The massive front door was shut up for the night, no way in there. He crept around the back, and headed for the glass door that led into the spacious back yard. There was a pool and entertainment area at the far end and all was silent, except for the gentle soft bubbling of the pool. Tranquil, peaceful, all on the outside, but the man was raging inside. He made his way to the glass door, and slowly softly turned the handle. The door yielded without resistance. He pushed it open and the screaming TV got louder, and louder as he pushed open the door. Softly he closed it behind him, blood racing. The mop of dark hair covered the couch, he knew she was a fitness couch and would need all his power to overwhelm her. She was slim and quite a lot shorter than he. She was wearing a silky two piece pajama, ready for bed. The TV did not engage her, in fact she was drifting off to sleep, the remote on the table in front of her. He was close now and almost ready to pounce.

She flinched and turned her instinct alerting her to the intrusion. He pounced. He grabbed a handful of hair and pushed her back down into the couch. Savannah screamed. But he pushed her deep into the cushions stifling her screams. Her ass was in the air, and he slapped her a few times.

“Shut the fuck up Bitch!” The man in the balaclava ordered.

Savannah still struggled and wriggled against him, and he unleashed a torrent of violent slaps on the prone ass. He paused after a few, and then resumed. The man in the balaclava knew if the slaps paused for a while, then continued it would hurt her more aggressively. His other hand pinned her by her hair to the pillows, and now he used his knee to stop the wriggling. She was strong, and still wriggled. He pulled down her yellow satin pants to her knees, it stopped her flailing legs. Then he continued his slaps on her ass. He paused again and again. This time however, he caressed her stinging ass, and his hands drifted down to her legs, then up and he caressed her pussy. He stroked her up and down, and then back to the slapping.

“No. No. Oh god, please no,” whimpered Savannah.

“Shut the fuck up!” The intruder growled, and slapped her across the face.

Still she used her hands to flick away his hands and it raised his anger. Twisting her wrists behind her back he pinned her legs with the weight of his body. He used the abrasive jeans to rub against her bruised ass. He rubbed her up and down, and soon his cock was hard against the fabric, and her naked hips.

“Oh, no, no,” Savannah begged in a soft mouse-like voice.

He pulled his belt free and looped it around her arms. Savannah was a beauty. She had strong legs from her days as a sprinter at school and college, she went on to work at the gym, as a personal trainer, yoga three times a day, and cardio twice daily. She always dressed carefully at the gym, no cleavage showing off the perfect C-cups tits, careful to cover her beautiful ass, and she was always careful around men. However, she was overwhelmed by this six foot intruder, and him pinning her down. The light in the room was low and in the reflection of the mirror all she saw was the terrible mask and fear and dread filled her. The intruder ripped away her satin top, scattering the buttons across the room. Savannah whimpered softly.

“Please, please, my husband will be home soon…”

The intruder replied with a slap to her face. He spat on his hand and rubbed her pussy. Soon he judged her wet enough and drove his cock deep inside her.

“AAArrrh!” Cried Savannah as he invaded her.

“Yes, yes you fucking Bitch!” The intruder said and he started to fuck her.

When Savannah cried out and tried to wriggle away, she was rewarded with vicious slaps to her face, or ass. Suddenly he pulled out of her, but was not done with her body. He grabbed a few cushions off the floor, and put them under her hips, and still face down, he opened her legs as wide as he could and fucked her. He spread open her ass cheeks and forced her legs as wide as he could. He was trying to get deep into her. His average cock was thicker than others she had experienced, and his stretching her out and yanking her open made her whimper. The mechanical action of sex slowly drove her to a whimpering orgasm. She bit her lip, she did not want the intruder to know this.

He flipped her onto the floor, with her hands still tied, squatted over her face. He used his thumb in her mouth to hold her open, and lashed his cock into her throat. He pounded her viciously and twisted around to use his hand on her pussy. Rubbing her and keeping her wet. Occasionally the intruder slapped her pussy so he could enjoy her body flinching and her mouth crying out even though his cock was well lodged inside her.

He twisted around again and used his cock inside her, and rested his hands on her tits while he grabbed at them and pulled his body inside her. He pushed down, with his weight and pinched on her nipples at the same time. She moaned and moaned resigned to her fate. He pounded her as hard as he could, a drop of sweat slipping from his face onto hers. She blinked in surprise.

“You Bitch!” He said as he spat on her face, and slapped her.

It was a degrading fuck, and he seemed oblivious to her, Savannah was just an object, a thing for him. He needed to use her to satisfy his cock. But he was not close to cumming, and his exertions had slowed his body, but not his desire to humiliate her. He sat on the couch, and like her he was naked now. Her hands still tied behind her, he pulled her up to his pointing cock and used her face, still smeared with his first efforts to bring him around. He held her mouth over his cock and used her dark hair to pull and push her onto his cock.

“Suck that you Bitch!” He demanded again and again as he used her.

After a while he leaned back into the couch and pulled her onto his cock. He slapped her face and tits if he wanted her to go faster or to slow down. Still he pulled on her hair if she slipped out. Sometime during her fucking on top, the belt slipped off her hands, and she leaned back holding his knees for her balance. He held her tits and pulling on them he helped her to drive him over the edge. He dropped her to the floor and pushed his cock deep into her mouth and burst his cum down her throat. Although he was done, he still held her there, sucking him slowly and carefully. The animal in him was done, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to the middle of the room, and started to dress quickly. She covered her tits and curled into a ball. Once dressed in the black T-shirt and Black pants, he had never taken off the balaclava, he went to her and towered over her.

“You fucking Bitch! Come with me!” He demanded as he grabbed a fist full of her hair.

He hauled her towards the glass door at the back of the house. He pulled her outside, still naked. He took the key out of the inside of the door, locked the door and dropped it at her feet.

“Use the key to lock the door you fucking Bitch!”

As she reached down for the key, and retrieved the key, he was gone. She unlocked the door and went back in, locking the door behind her. She curled on the floor, hugging her knees to her body.

The intruder made his way to the street quickly. As soon as he was there, he lifted the balaclava and returned it to a woolen cap. He crossed to his car a few houses away and drove away. His truck soon stopped at the local bar and he dropped in sipping the beer slowly, avoiding the other barflies, and remembering his adventure. She was fucking hot, he knew, and as he recalled, he started to get hard. Stop, he thought. There would be time for that later. An hour passed, he nodded his thanks and headed out. Back home he pulled into the drive, and went into the front door, noisy with the keys, he threw the lights on.

“Honny, I’m Home!”

She was sitting on the floor, hugging her knees to her body, naked. The cum of a man was drying on her face, and hair. The room was a mess, cushions scattered, her ripped satin bed clothes scattered. He stopped dead. She leaned against the couch, her beautiful long dark hair cascading over the couch. She smiled at him wordlessly. He crossed over, lifted her in his arms and took her to their room. In the massive shower, he sat her down on a ledge in the shower, and wordlessly he wiped her down, and cleaned her up. She sat passively smiling a naughty knowing smile at him. Carefully he did not wet her hair, just wiping away the signs of sin. Neither spoke as he wrapped her in a terracotta gown and carried her to bed. He folded away the covers, and slipped off the gown. He covered her carefully, killed the lights, and climbed in beside her. He kissed her and she kissed him. Mouth found mouth. Mouth on neck, and then he licked her nipples and kissed every part of her breasts and belly. He kissed her pussy, and licked her gently. She groaned in appreciation and soon climbed up on her. It was a soft gently fucking. Slow deliberate, mouth on mouth, cock in pussy, just holding each other. Savannah orgasmed again and again, softly and quietly.

“I love you hubby,” she said, and Harrison burst into her pussy.