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Tisha Miller prepared her husband’s breakfast, for this day at work as she did most mornings. Frying eggs, bacon, sausage and mushrooms she plated the food and walked over to place it front of her husband.
She was still dressed for bed; wearing a purple, silk nightdress that reached her knees and covered her shoulders, and opened wide at her navel. Her dark chocolate heaving breasts bounced, and shook as she moved around the kitchen in her house slippers. Beneath her nightdress she wore a pair of figure-hugging, purple silk panties that clung to her meaty thighs, buttocks and crotch.
Tisha was voluptuous, with a large heaving chest, thick and firm thighs and a large, booty-like ass akin to Nicki Minaj’s large behind.
Tisha had her long, black dreadlocks tied into two pigtails as she poured Tony another cup of milky coffee for his day.
“So what do you want to do tonight, when you get home honey?” She asked him, pouring herself a cup of coffee too.
Tony was almost forty, strong and a built black man who kept himself regularly fit, and loved his wife dearly.
“Fuck, honey I am so sorry – that fucker William told me I have to stay late, and get that delayed report up to head office. I promise I will make it up to honey. We’ll do something next weekend, go away and stay at a nice B&B.” He offered her, and found her beaming back with a warm, loving smile.
“That sounds great, we haven’t gone away together in so long.” Tisha said giggling, and smiling.
They finished their coffees, and breakfast soon enough and Tony dressed smartly in his pressed suit. Picking up his briefcase from the kitchen table, Tony kissed his wife softly on her cheek, before he left the house.
In the distance Tisha heard her husband’s car engine, and it was soon gone and the house was silent.
Tisha busied herself cleaning up the food, and plates unaware of the masked man watching her from outside in the garden.
Watching the curvy, voluptuous black goddess go about her kitchen the masked man rubbed his big, denim bulge in anticipation of his plan.
Hidden in the garden’s thick hedges, he wore a black hooded jumper and black, latex gloves on his hands. At his feet was a black duffel bag of the tools he had brought with him, and hiding his face was a black balaclava.
His thick, fat, white cock was hard, and straining against his jeans wanting free as he watched Tisha focusing on her large, heaving breasts inside her nightdress.
Inside the house Tisha put away the clean plates, and went into the marital bedroom unaware of the masked man creeping outside the window, and he saw her begin to pull up her nightdress until she was topless.
Her big chocolate ass swayed, and bounced as she inspected herself in the mirror; at thirty-eight Tisha was still primed, and ready for children with Tony.
The masked man saw how large, and heavy Tisha’s breasts were; like a cow’s udders, she was built like an Amazonian warrior with her firm legs, strong hips, and a presence. Tony was a large, built man and perfectly aligned with Tisha’s voluptuous body.
Strength, and ruggedness truly excited and aroused Tisha – and Tony gave her that.
Pulling down the clinging, purple silk panties she rolled them down her chocolate thighs, and legs throwing them aside now naked as she had kicked off her slippers.
Moving around the room, in front of the large mirror she inspected her body; not realizing a masked man was watching her, seeing her thick, hairy bush that framed her womanhood perfectly.
The masked man wanted Tisha in every way; but his most eager venture was to enter her anally, and fuck the big, large chocolate booty she possessed.
He knew he was more than big enough for the housewife; being seven inches long, and as thick as a bratwurst or four fingers he possessed quite a member.
Hard inside his jeans, he rubbed his bulge as he peered through the bedroom window watching Tisha standing butt-naked in front of her mirror.
The black goddess was all the masked man wanted, he had planned this for almost a week striking today having seen Tony leave for work and even knowing he would not be back until late, or even at all that night.
He watched her as she turned and stepped inside the en suite bathroom, to use the shower.
Broad chested, with heavy-set shoulders he was a towering man even taller than Tony by a few inches. He was built like Tony, with tree-trunk legs he was a strong man.
Hearing the shower turn on, and the bathroom door close the masked intruder decided to enter the house, having unlatched the very window he had watched her from.
Pushing it open, he climbed inside the bedroom and closed the window behind his duffel bag he brought with him. Putting it down, he crept around the bedroom in his Timberland boots.
Making himself at home he began to undress pulling off his back hooded jumper, putting it inside the duffel bag, he began sikiş porno to pull off his navy-blue t-shirt and added it to the bag.
Bare chested with his hairy, pale, muscular chest he began to undo his belt hoping Tisha did not hear him over the shower.
But she didn’t as he pulled his jeans off next, adding them to the bag. Next came his boots, and now only in a pair of baggy, loose blue boxers he stood wearing the balaclava, and latex gloves on his hands.
Kneeing down he rummaged through the bag, and found a roll of grey DIY duct tape, as well as a pair of black-out BDSM goggles that strapped behind the wearer’s head.
Placing the items on Tisha and Tony’s bedroom dresser, he waited for her hearing the hiss of steam, and pelting hot water.
Finally he heard the shower turn off, and knew Tisha would be leaving the bathroom and would come face-to-face with the masked intruder in her house.
Rubbing his cotton bulge in his boxers, he was as hard as steel and his thick member gave him an impressive pose for her to see him in.
Eventually the bathroom door opened and Tisha stepped out naked, not thinking she’d need to wrap a towel around her in her own home.
The sheer surprise, shock and terror she felt in seeing the masked man awaiting her in the bedroom was intense. Her eyes immediately found his piercing brown, hazel eyes and the ski mask that hid his face.
Quickly looking down the strong, thick, hairy chest of the man her attention was diverted to his gloved hands, and then down to his terrifyingly impressive tent protruding from his boxers.
“Please, don’t do this. Don’t hurt me, don’t kill me please. We have money.” Tisha said panicking.
The masked man said nothing for a moment, but then spoke in a strong, rough voice.
“I don’t hurt women, and I do not kill. I do not want money, I am here for you Tisha.” He told her, his words were heavy, almost like growls.
“I’m married, please don’t do this.” She pleaded crossing her arms over her chest, trying to hide her body before quickly moving one hand to her cunt to hide her hairy mound.
Saying nothing, the masked intruder peeled down his tight, tangled boxers and over his member.
The sight of the thick, white, fat, uncut cock the size of a bratwurst springing from the boxers like a jack-in-the-box made Tisha shudder, stepping back in fear.
“Christ! Don’t do this please, I am happily married.” Tisha tried to reason with the masked man.
But he was not listening, as he began to pull down his shorts in front of her and off his feet he threw them into the bag.
Naked now other than a pair of black socks, the black latex gloves, and matching ski-mask he stood before her.
Turning to the items he had brought with him laid out on the dresser, he spoke.
“We can do this the hard way, or the easy way. I will not hurt you, I do not hurt women. Nor do I kill. But I will use what I have brought with me to bind you, and make you helpless to me. You will submit to me, Tisha. In ways you have never submitted to your husband, Tony.”
The clear, precise plan he laid out for her both terrified her, and oddly made her quiver. Even his words, and the threat of using his bondage tools seemed stir something inside her, something she had never felt with Tony.
“Stop this, you can still leave. You can take what you want, just let me go.”
But the masked man suddenly stepped forward and put his arm around her taking Tisha by surprise, and fearing he would hurt her she cringed.
However, Tisha suddenly found herself purring as she felt his mouth against her soft, dark chocolate neck kissing and sucking hungrily at her.
‘He’s not hurting me? He’s kissing, grabbing me like this – this is still forced.’ Tisha thought, but found herself fighting the growing heat from her body as the masked man’s naked cock was poking her hip and waist.
“Who are you?” She asked him, not knowing if she would get an honest answer.
“Your master, and you are going to submit to me – this is mine.” He told her in his growling voice, his hands grabbing her big naked bottom emphasizing his last words.
Purring, and moaning Tisha fought her urge to grab his impressive, big cock and giving into her carnal urges, and opening eagerness to submit to another man in her life other than Tony.
Peeling her large, thick buttocks to reveal her naked, hairy cunt but also her puckered, rose-bud anus that he saw in the bedroom mirror. His big cock pulsated against Tisha’s naked hip, and she could not help but stare at it via the mirror’s reflection.
He was white, pale but built like a mountain bear covered in a thick hair, but with a warrior-like physique similar to Tony’s. But the difference between both was clear; the masked man’s cock was bigger, and thicker than Tony’s but he also possessed a natural dominant personality, that Tony had failed to replicate in the past for Tisha.
“My husband will be home soon.” Tisha tried to weakly şişman porno protest, hoping the man would leave fearing her husband was coming home early.
But shivering as she felt his gloved hands on her body, spreading her buttocks open exposing her anus, and hairy cunt she was soon losing the struggle.
“No he’s not darling, I know he’s at work until late. Maybe even all night long, so we have a good day and night ahead of us.”
Purring, moaning and gasping at his rough hands on her buttocks she soon felt his cock now between her legs and thrusting, and rubbing her hairy cunt.
“Stop, you’re too big for me. Fuck I never thought I’d ever say that to a guy, but you really are.”
The masked man grinned, and Tisha found herself even smiling at his cocky smile.
“Fuck you, it’s too big. Yeah I know you boast about it, having something that thick but I’m not taking it inside me.” She told him purring back, looking up into his hazel eyes; she was challenging him.
“Oh really?” He asked, but he was smiling playing along as he leaned in to suck, and nipple her earlobe.
The sudden sensation made Tisha weak in the legs, and she had to fight to stay standing.
“You bastard, don’t do that! You’re not playing fair.” She moaned, panting as an orgasm began to stir inside her.
The masked man chuckled.
“I thought I was forcing you in all this?” He asked her, just holding her ass now, no longer obscenely spread open and he simply held her.
Tisha looked up at the man, and moaned hard like a pussy cat.
“Who are you? Honestly, you could have me now – I’m helpless, at least show me your face. You have nothing to lose now, do you?” She asked him.
Holding her firmly, but as a man would hold a loving woman he kissed her soft, dark, pink lips and slid his rough, wet tongue against hers. Tisha gave up any pretext of stopping the masked man, she wanted him but knew he would still fear showing her his face or revealing his name.
Suddenly he spun her around to face away from him, her naked, soft back pressed to his hot, warm chest.
“Do you have anything you can wear for me, anything you’ve not worn for Tony yet?” He asked her, nuzzling her neck and kissing her soft, chocolate throat.
Nodding, and convulsing in his arms Tisha spoke. “Y-ye-yes, I have a latex cat-suit I-I-I bought to wear for Halloween night.”
Tisha felt the masked man shake, and moan at the idea of the latex cat-suit she had ordered for wearing next month for Halloween.
“Put it on for me, Tisha.” He told her, moaning against her earlobe as she pulled away.
Spinning on her bare feet, she turned to him naked but trying to control the situation somewhat.
“I will, but we go into the lounge. You will wait for me there, and take your ‘tools with you. I’ll come in when I am ready, and dressed. Deal?” She asked him, setting down her conditions for anything to happen between them.
The masked man could not complain, naked and erect like a sun-dial at noon he nodded.
“Aye, fare enough. I’ll wait for you, until you’re ready.” He agreed, and gathered up the items he had laid out on the dresser.
He also picked up his boxers, and left the bedroom with one last look at Tisha’s naked form.
Quickly shutting the door behind him, she locked the door hoping he didn’t hear her latch the door shut.
But he hadn’t, and now wet, breathing hard and aroused Tisha tried to compose herself and was about to call the Police via the bedroom house phone.
But as she ran over to pick it up, she remembered the masked man’s impressive body, rugged, hairy, and built for her own body. How thick his cock was pressed against her hip, the girth of his shaft, the fat bulbous cock-head of his magnificent manhood.
Slowly picking up the phone, she simply stared at it as she remembered how his erect cock felt pressed against her cunt, rubbing against her slit, and it was enough alone to get her gushing as she was now.
Standing straight, with the phone in hand she breathed hard and thought hard.
‘He’s out there, waiting for me. He has the duct tape, handcuffs, and a fucking pair of black-out goggles. He will fucking take you, and he will make you submit to him. When was the last time Tony ever made you submit to him? Always worried about tying you up, not showing interest in even some playful, soft bondage with rope. He’s out there, and you have a chance to fully fucking submit to a man.’
Tisha contemplated her options, and choices; before putting down the phone on it’s rest, and deciding to go through with what she had agreed with the masked intruder.
Striding over to her walk-in closet, she pulled a handle and the blue door slid sideways revealing her wardrobe.
At the back was a medium sized Amazon delivery parcel box, and inside was the latex cat-suit she had ordered online only a week earlier. Grabbing the box she lifted it out of the closet, and put it on the large, king-sized marital bed she shared swinger porno with her husband.
Lifting the folds of the box, it opened up and she reached in to pull out the black, silky, shiny cat-suit. It zipped closed from behind at the back of her neck, and would cover her hands, and feet entirely in latex. It was black as night in colour, the light of the bedroom reflecting on the material.
Inside the box were the pair of cat-ears, and a large, studded, buckle belt she bought to wear with the cat-suit. For Halloween eve, she had planned to wear a pair of black, PVC, buckle ankle-boots and reached inside the closet retrieving them, and put them beside the cat-suit, and accessories.
Determined to go ahead with her plan, she slid her feet into the cat-suit first and flexing her toes. Tisha slowly began to peel the suit up her legs and over her ass clinging to it, like a second skin. Her buttocks were spread slightly by the clinging cat-suit, and she knew how exposing, and revealing it would be to his eyes.
Peeling the cat-suit up over her tummy, she next slid her arms into the sleeves and flexing her fingers she was slowly encased in the latex.
Over her huge, chocolate, cow-udder breasts the suit pressed against her nipples. The cat-suit finished with a tight fit to her navel, and with some effort she zipped the suit shut, and sealed it tightly.
Breathing hard, she hoped the masked man would like what he saw, and what she revealed to him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Tisha slid the ankle boots on her feet, buckling them tight.
Standing before the large wall mirror she inspected her pins, hips, curves and the absolute sex-bomb she saw before her.
Her chocolate nipples were now hard, and erect against the bodysuit and were clearly visible. Looking down she saw her camel toe, her cunt spread open by the bodysuit and she smiled knowingly, realizing she was a gorgeous woman. Her healthy, thick bush was visible through the suit – she would have worn underwear and a bra on Halloween night.
Picking up the studded belt, she clipped it around her waist, and reached for the cat-ears. Resting them on her head, she wanted to add one last thing for the masked man.
Sitting at her dresser, she opened her make up box and found black lipstick, applying it to her lips she next applied matching eye-liner, eye-shadow as well as black cat whiskers.
Standing from the dresser, she found her heart was beating like an overworked machine, her tummy full of butterflies as she stared at the bedroom door.
‘You can still call the Police, you can still stop this.’ Her mind told her, but blinking hard she walked to the bedroom door, unlocking it she took a moment before stepping out of the bedroom.
Immediately Tisha’s heels clacked, and clicked on the the wood floor of the corridor as she walked towards the lounge.
She knew he heard the click and clack of her heels, knowing she was coming to him. Turning the corner she entered the lounge, seeing the masked man on her couch naked and watching the flat screen TV mounted on the wall.
He was wearing his loose, baggy boxers again but she could see the thick, shape of his cock even from the doorway.
“Christ almighty!”
It was the masked man’s time to exclaim in shock, and surprise at the outfit she wore for him.
She was revealed, and exposed everywhere on her body to him.
Tisha’s large, udder breasts were squeezed together inside the bodysuit and he soon looked down to see the camel-toe between her legs, the suit clinging to every inch of her body.
“You wanted this, right?” She asked him, straight-forward as she rested her hands on her hips; latex against latex.
His next action told her this was what he had truly wanted, and that it was everything he could have asked for; he rubbed and stroked his big, thick member inside the shorts.
“God, you’re so fucking big.” She stated as fact, staring at the thick, bratwurst shape in his boxers.
The masked man grinned, he was proud of his endowment.
“You seem surprised.”
Tisha smiled, and grinned teasingly.
“You’ll be my biggest, I’ll be honest I didn’t expect a white guy would want me so badly as you do. I bet you got a girlfriend who worships that thing, and you – you’re just playing away.” She said strutting her hips, and stepping ahead slowly standing over him.
It was then that she saw he wasn’t smiling, but even she saw when he did smile it was forced; a ski-mask highlights the eyes, and mouth more.
“Well I’m emm single, have been for a while.” He said, his strong growls making her moan but he was opening up to her.
Tisha burst out laughing, but it was warm and flirting.
“Bullshit, you’ve got someone. Guy like you, I don’t know why you’d have to force a woman. With that thing, and fucking body you could have any woman. Do you have a beard?”
The question took the masked man by surprise, she had noticed when he kissed her he had thick, heavy facial hair.
“How did you know?” He asked her uncertainly.
Tisha grinned, and rolled her hips immediately getting his attention on her body again.
“I felt your beard when you were kissing, and sucking on my neck.” She told him, grinning at him playing a game of her own with him.
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