CNC

While you've been working long and stressful hours this week I've been taking care of everything at home so that you don't have to worry about anything. So, the yard is mowed, groceries bought, meals planned, bills paid and filed, the trash and recycle has been taken out, everything has been dusted and cleaned, all the laundry is done, and floors have been mopped. When I got home this afternoon all I had left to do was vacuum and you know I'm saving it for last because I hate to vacuum.

I change out of my work clothes into an old low cut tank top and some cut off shorts and check on the meal I have cooking in the crock pot. I sigh as I glance at the clock and see that I have about an hour before you get home. I shake my head and get out the vacuum knowing that the sooner I start the sooner I'll be done.

You have had a pretty bad week: every day there has been some problem with the end-of-the-year data that you had to sort out, searching for paperwork or files, trying to solve minor details at every turn. It feels like everyone in the company is on edge anticipating your results but no one is willing to help you out. By Friday mid-afternoon you finally have everything squared away. You save your final spreadsheets and e-mail your supervisor the good news that the quarterly returns were actually higher than anticipated and all of the accounts are now balanced with projects all being on track. You've now updated the next quarter's projections, re-adjusting them based on last FY. You sigh, knowing that you are finally, finally done with this tedious and stressful end-of-year period.

You drive home and as you park you glimpse me through a window, and see that I'm doing the dreaded vacuuming. With my back to you, I bend over and pick up something from the floor. You notice that my ass is cupped by my shorts and you're suddenly filled with desire. Knowing that I can't hear you over the growl of the vacuum you quietly slip in the front door and grab a ski mask from the coat closet.

You unbutton your shirt and take it off in case I see the cuffs of your sleeves and also remove your shoes and socks so that I won't recognize them. You follow the sound of the vacuum and find me again with my back to you, now in the living room. You quickly move behind me and grab me from behind, your strong arms pinning me to your chest, and pinning my arms to my side. I cry out in surprise and fear. You step on the cord to the vacuum and pull it from the wall, knowing that you want to hear me scream (and all my other noises).

"Quiet," you growl into my ear now that the vacuum has been silenced, "be quiet!" trying to disguise your voice and covering my mouth with one of your large sexy hands. My body tenses against you, my brain trying to find any way to fight off this sudden threat. Your disguised voice must have worked, you think, as I claw at your hands and arms desperately trying to escape, kicking back uselessly at your legs and feet. You feel my strength and chuckle, "Oh, so you're a fighter, are you?"

You quickly bring your free hand up to my neck and squeeze hard. With your height and weight overpowering me you easily push me over the arm of the couch, sliding your feet between mine and kick them apart, bending me fully over which makes my ass rub tautly against your crotch. You enjoy that power for just a second, holding me down while I fight against you. You then quickly slide two fingers up to pinch my nose, knowing how easy it is to make me pass out. I try to bite at your hand that's covering my mouth but it is too late; my vision is already starting to go to pinpricks and narrow. I pass out, going limp over the couch arm, my face pressing down into the spot where you usually sit.

You quickly move remove your belt and strap it around me, under my breasts, and cinch my arms tighly behind me, knowing that you only have seconds before I come to.

You grab my shorts and pull them down my legs seeing that I hadn't changed out of the thong that I'd had on that morning. I gasp as I wake up, my face pressed into the cushions filling my nose with your scent. I sob as I realize that I am helpless now: my arms strapped behind me and my legs hobbled by my shorts. With your body pressed up against me pinning me in place (oh god) your arms come around me and your hand claws at the front of my top, ripping it open to expose my breasts.

You unzip your fly and slide my thong to one side, your huge cock springing out from you, angling directly into my cunt.

Since I had already been getting turned on and wet for you throughout the afternoon, plus now smelling your scent, even the fear that I'm feeling in this attack doesn't make that change. I scream out, angry that I've been overpowered so quickly, scream your name, pleading for you to help me, totally unaware that it is actually you behind me, plowing into me. I also feel confused because this is less painful than I imagined and also slightly enjoyable given that I can imagine it's you since my face is pressed into the cushions you use and your scent is surrounding me. You slam into me, forcing your massive cock as deep into me as you can go and you pinch my nipples extremely hard.

"Quiet" you growl again in your disguised voice, "lady, be quiet!" You grab my hair and turn my head to bare my neck, raising your mask a little to reveal your mouth. You bite down hard on my neck and shoulder making me moan both in fear and in arousal, confusing me even more.

Thrusting into me over and over and feeling me struggle beneath you quickly makes you cum. Moaning and sobbing, I keep crying out for you knowing that you should be home soon to save me. I feel my attacker remove the bindings from my arm and then pull away from me.

Confused but furious and wanting to punch and claw at you, I twist around and am even more confused to see my attacker now kneeling in front of me, your mouth reaching for my aching cunt. You pull off your mask and press your mouth onto my mound and clit, kissing and licking as our mixed juices run down the inside of my legs.

I moan at the sight of you and sag against the couch arm again in relief, now realizing that my attacker really was you, and feeling silly that I should have know it was you since I smelled you so strongly and was so turned on subconsciously by "my attacker"'s power and strength and height and huge cock pounding into me. I reach for your broad shoulders, words of love spilling from me.

"Oh god, Daddy, I was so afraid, but it was you, and I just wanted you to save me, but you fucked me so hard and fully! Oh fuck, yes, please suck on my clit and finger me! Please feel what you do to me" I jumble together, gasping between every third word.

My hands move to my tortured nipples, gently fondling them as you slowly twist a finger into me. I pull on your undershirt to try to get you to stand up but you stay kneeling before me, licking and sucking on my clit until I finally burst against you, screaming your name again, this time in ecstasy. You wrap me in your arms and collapse on top of me on the couch, snuggling together in relief, holding me close and safe against you, your stress a distant memory.