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She came down the stairs and looked to see if there were any letters. She saw nothing and so, disappointed, she headed to the living room. As she entered she was suddenly grabbed from behind. A right hand placed firmly over her mouth. A left hand reaching round and grabbing her right breast. She gasped through her covered mouth.
“Keep quiet, and you won’t get hurt,” hissed a voice in here ear. “Do you understand?”
She nodded as best she could.
“I’m going to take my hands away now and I don’t want you to do anything silly,” the voice continued. “If you do. It’s going to hurt. Understand?”
She nodded again. The hands fell away from her body.
“Drop your panties,” the voice said.
She pulled them down and stepped out of them.
She did as she was told. She heard him bend down and pick up her panties. Her hands were grabbed and pulled behind her back. She felt something being tied around her wrists and realised it was her own panties. Her t-shirt was then pulled over her head and tied in place at the back so she couldn’t see.
She was led to a chair and made to bend over it. Her skirt was pulled up and she felt cold fingers enter her. She shuddered and whimpered.
She felt a sharp slap across her butt cheeks.
“Shut up,” she was told.
She felt the fingers removed and replaced by a hotter, harder, larger erection. As it slid into her she gasped again. She couldn’t help herself.
But no comment was made. He began to ride her. Slowly at first then getting harder and faster.
“Oh yeah, that’s good baby,” said the voice. “You should do this for a living, men would pay for this kind of pussy.
He rode her harder and harder, holding her shoulders as he rode, digging his nails into her.
She held onto the chair struggling to stay upright against the onslaught.
“Oh god,” he cried and filled her with hot creamy liquid.
He pulled out and she collapsed into a heap on the floor. He reached over and pulled the t-shirt down.
“Happy birthday darling,” he said and kissed her gently on the lips.
“Thank you,” she whispered, smiling.