The Spy

Stacy walked into her house and threw her stuff into the closet. Irritated from a bad day at work, she tore off her business suit right there in the font hall. Finally she was standing there in only her bra, thong, and heels.

Sighing in relief, she made her way to the bedroom to slip into her pajamas. The cotton tank top and panties, made her feel a bit more relaxed. She let her long auburn hair out of the tight bun and rubbed her scalp. She moaned in pleasure from the feel of her fingers. She wished there was a man in her life that could do that for her, but sadly there wasn't.

Making her way to the kitchen, she passed by a mirror on the living room wall. She surveyed herself, wondering why she didn't have a man.

She stood 5'3, weighing 125 pounds. An athletic woman, she was always toned and muscular. Her breasts were still perky and her hips were nice and round. She didn't necessarily have perfect skin, but it wasn't too bad. Her glasses gave her a sophisticated look but she usually switched to contacts when going out. So why wouldn't any man want her? At least for just simple sex?

Stacy sighed in frustration and continued to the kitchen. The dishes had piled up over the week, and she sighed again. She stood at the sink to wash them when she got the feeling that she was being watched. She looked out the window above the sink, but with it dark outside she couldn't see much.

She tried to shake off the feeling and return to the dishes. A few seconds later however, she looked out the window again. Starting to feel paranoid, she double checked the locks on the front and back door. Feeling more secure, she finished the dishes then turned to the refrigerator.

Deciding to simply make a TV dinner, she sat on the couch to try and occupy her mind. The feeling of being watched still hadn't left. She had lived alone for years and never had that feeling in her house. It raised the hairs on the back of her neck but yet she wasn't afraid. Instead of nervousness that caused goosebumps on her arms, she felt anticipation. For what she didn't know and she sure didn't know why.

Fed up with the TV, she clicked it off and retreated to her room. Turning on the radio she sat on her work out bench and tried to get rid of her physical frustrations.

Covered in sweat an hour later, she gave up. She switched off the light and crawled under the cool sheets. Sighing in comfort, she rolled onto her side and fell instantly asleep.

She woke up a few hours later to the sound of a door shutting. Sitting up, she found a masked man standing at the foot of her bed. It wasn't a Halloween scary mask but more of a Zorro type.

She reached over to lamp beside the bed, but in two quick steps he was able to grab her arm. She looked up at him, the only light coming in from the street lamp. He held her arm for what seemed like an eternity before letting it go.

Stacy didn't feel any fear. She had no thought to scream or try to run. Instead she looked over the mystery man with hungry eyes. His black t-shirt was stretched over taut muscles. The black jeans were pulled tight across his muscular thighs and his black leather boots masked the sound of footsteps. The man had long dark hair pulled back in a pony tail at the base of his neck.

Her fingers itched to run through his hair but she wasn't sure how he would take the movement. She slid over to the other half of the bed and held her hand out to him.

He stared at her a moment before accepting the invitation. However, when he grabbed her hand, instead of getting into the bed, he pulled her out of it. She stood before him and stared into his eyes, looking for some hint to who he was.

Stacy opened her mouth to speak, but his hand silenced her. She pulled the tip of his finger into her mouth and lightly sucked. He stared at her for a few moments before moving. He reached into one of his boots, and produced a knife. Moving too slowly for Stacy, he held the collar of her shirt in one hand then rested the knife against it. The sound of ripping cotton followed, but at a slow agonizing speed. He looked directly into her eyes, as he cut open her shirt.

Her pulse quickened and her breath came out in shallow gasps. He leaned down and bit her neck. She gasped in pleasure, raising her chin to allow him easier access.
His rough kisses followed around her collar bone up the other side of her neck. She moved to wrap her arms around him.

He growled and shoved her hands behind her back. Holding them with one hand, the rough kisses continued as he dipped below her collar bone. Using his free hand to move the shirt, his teeth clamped down on an already erect nipple. She arched her back and gasped in surprise. He held the nipple in his teeth and played with it with his tongue.

Stacy thought she was going to cum right there. It had been so long since a man touched her at all much less roughly.

He bit the tender flesh on the side of her breast before moving to the other nipple. Biting and kissing, he moved down her stomach. He flicked his tongue once on her clit, through her cotton panties. A low moan escaped her lips.

He teased her clit again before standing back up. Still holding her hands behind her back, he pulled her shoulder to make her turn around. Then he bent her over the dresser. She could see him in the mirror as he cut her panties off.

She closed her eyes, waiting. Hearing the tell tale noise of a zipper, she spread her legs a little more. He teased her with the head of his dick, rubbing it up and down her sopping wet pussy.

She moaned in frustration and tried to push herself back. He stepped away and smacked her ass. She cried out in surprise just before he struck her again on the other cheek. She fought the grip he had on her hands, but he held firm. Looking into her eyes through the mirror, he returned to his teasing.

When she could not longer stand it, he turned her around to face him. He released her hands then sat down on the bed. She stood there naked, waiting for what he was going to do next. He did nothing but stare at her.

She took a step forward and when he didn't stop her she took another. She reached out and pulled the end of his shirt out of the waist band of his jeans. Her eyes never left his, as she slowly pulled his shirt up to reveal the rippled muscles beneath. She pulled the shirt over his head and threw it to the floor.

She pushed him back to lay on the bed before pulling his boots and pants off. She straddled him then leaned down to suck on his neck. She heard his sharp intake of breath and smiled to her self. She bit and kissed down his toned torso.

She kissed the tip of his dick gently, before taking the entire length of him into her mouth. He growled and she slowly moved her lips back up the shaft. Licking the length of him with the tip of her tongue, she looked into his eyes. He stared back through the mask with a look of hunger in his eyes.

She took her time in pleasuring him, teasing him like he teased her. He finally snapped. In the blink of an eye, Stacy found her self bent over the dresser again. Without waiting for her to react to anything, he slammed his dick fully into her pussy. She cried out and gripped the edge of the dresser.

He showed her no mercy as he pounded again and again into her. His frenzied pace continued until Stacy could not longer scream out. She just couldn't. She was cumming so hard she couldn't think. Finally, his pace slowed and she tried to get her breathing under control.

He slowly moved his dick in and out, studying her in the mirror. When she was almost calmed down, he began to play with her asshole. She softly moaned and wiggled her ass to tell him that she liked it. Licking his finger, he slowly slid it into her ass. A long low loan from Stacy resulted. He slowly fingered her ass, never taking his eyes away from hers. His dick and his finger moved in opposite directions, pushing Stacy to the edge. Just before she was about to cum, he stopped.

She whined in agony but he didn't give her what she wanted. Instead he grabbed her waist, and threw her onto the bed. In a flash, he was on top of her. She reached out to put her arms around his neck. He growled and shoved her hands above her head.

Slowly sliding his dick into her, he bit into her neck again. His slow deep penetration made the coil of ecstasy tighten - but there was no release.

Writhing with passion, her body shook with a mind blowing orgasm. She felt his body tighten with his own release, enhancing the ecstasy of hers. His body collapsed on top hers as she tried to bring her vision back into focus.

She squeezed her eyes shut and when she opened them again, she was alone in her room. She jolted up in bed wondering where the mystery man had gone. It had felt so real that she couldn't believe it was just a dream.

Flopping back onto her pillows, she did have to smile. Real or imagined, it satisfied her womanly urges. Rolling over onto her side, she saw something new sitting on her dresser.

The Spy's black mask