Home Invasion

No characters depicted in the story below are under the age of 18.

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Charlene let out a low wistful moan as she awoke, stretching out catlike under her covers as she blinked wearily, rolling sideways some to look towards her clock, feeling her massive, soft breasts shift in her loose tank top as she rolled.

Blinking against the light of her clock she squinted, it's green led digits almost blinding her in the absolute black of her room.

She frowned a little in confusion as the lights declared it to be only three in the morning, she was usually a heavy sleeper, waking only for her alarm and even then, oft times that was a struggle.

Shrugging lightly to herself and thinking nothing of it she rolled back over, laying on her back, using her hands to casually adjust her chest, the bed and pillow pleasantly warm with the heat of her own body as she settled back down with the intention of getting some more sleep, her eyes closing once more.

She opened them suddenly to the unmistakable sound of footsteps downstairs, in her own home. She sat up immediately, listening, eyes wide, there had been no mistaking the noise and few things seldom woke someone like the realization that they were not alone when, by all rights, they should be.

Again she heard the footsteps, whoever it was was trying to be quiet, but failing as they moved around what was, to them, an unfamiliar house. She swallowed anxiously and felt her heart beating faster in her chest, two clear and distinct emotions rising to the forefront within her.

The first was rational and to be expected by anyone in her situation, fear, the fear of the unknown, the fear of loss, the fear of being hurt.

The second was more of a Charlene thing. Anger, pure unadulterated fury.

"Oh, fuck no.." She growled to herself, feeling the pit of fear condense down into a solid lump of red hot rage.

Someone had had the gall to break into her home, invade her domain and worse still, disturbed her precious sleep.

She moved to stand slowly, barefoot she inched silently through the darkness to her side cabinet. Just yesterday she had hung a new mirror up, big and beautiful, she hadn't yet had the opportunity to tidy up the mess she had created while hanging it and that, she knew had been a good thing.

She searched with questing fingers across the top of the counter, feeling perfume bottles, a hair brush, some straighteners, a claw hammer...

She encircled her fingers around the handle of the hammer and hefted it, feeling its weight in her hands, reassuring and heavy.

No one broke into Charlene's home.

She had the advantage over the intruder, as they stumbled around downstairs in the dark, bumping into objects, cursing and swearing under their breath, she knew all the ticks and tricks of her house.

Moving around in the absolute dark she stealthed through her home perfectly, each footstep placed with precision, avoiding the squeaky floorboards, never bumping into an object, making her way across her landing and down her stairs.

She made her way through her living room and towards her kitchen, hearing movements within and seeing the dim glow of a light, possibly a torch as she moved ever closer, trying to prepare herself mentally for whatever could happen next.

As she stepped forward, however, she felt her shin bash unexpectedly into the side of her coffee table, forcing a surprised grunt of pain from between her lips.

She knew her house like the back of her hand, but this asshole had stumbled through it knocking things around, placing things where they shouldn't be.

As she controlled herself she froze, standing perfectly still, listening.

The intruder too had gone silent, hearing the noise and entering a similar state to her, they both knew they weren't alone now and neither of them knew what they were up against.

She stood still and listened, unable to see a thing as the light went out in her kitchen, leaving her without any light to go by whatsoever.

Breathing as softly as she could, she heard them start to move once again, back towards the living room this time, towards her and towards the front door that was on the other side of her, likely where they had broken in from.

She inched to the side towards the wall, sliding her feet across the carpeted surface slowly to avoid any more noises and to feel for any other misplaced objects, focusing the entire time on what she could hear.

She heard them shuffle through the room, cautious, but not as quiet or stealthy as her, she could almost, even in the pitch black, make out a silhouette, though it could've just been a trick of her mind.

She had to think quickly, they were going to pass right by her, right between her and one of the couches. It was possible they had a gun, possible they had a knife, she couldn't attack them until she knew, couldn't risk getting herself cut or shot, but she was too livid to just let them walk out with whatever they had pilfered without at least trying to fight back. She reached behind her, hand feeling lightly at the wall.

She swallowed, her adrenaline rising as her fingers traced over the rooms light switch.

She would have to think fast. Flip the switch, identify the weapon, swing.

She felt her heart hammering in her chest and was genuinely afraid the intruder, so close now, would hear it beating away inside her. She could almost feel them as they moved to pass by towards the door.

Charlene flipped the switch, instantly assessing the male in front of her no more than a step away. He was in his late teens or early twenties, his hazel eyes widening in shock as he looked towards her, hair short and dark, skin white, a little shorter than her and a skinny thing wearing all black, she looked to his hands, both empty.

The boy, for the briefest of moments in the blinding, sudden, light saw a woman, tall, black skinned, wearing grey shorts and a tank top that hardly held in her absolutely massive bust. He started to open his mouth to yelp in surprise but was muted by one of two things.

The first, seemingly, a war cry, as Charlene roared in defiance, the second, Charlene herself, all but flying at him.

She dropped her hammer and leapt at him, her tactics had hit the boy like a stun grenade, the combination of the loud noise and the sudden light disarming him of the only offensive weapon he apparently possessed, his wits, which she assumed was not that great to begin with given the mess he had gotten himself into, unarmed.

She hit him hard, bearing him to the floor with her weight and strength, fueled and enhanced by her adrenaline rush as she took him to the floor, instantly engaging in a struggle.

He flailed, gasping and yelping under her as he squirmed, he landed a few hits on her abdomen and substantial chest, but without any real power behind them all they served to do was piss her off further.

She grunted as he hit her with a half balled fist in the side of the head, causing her to grit her teeth and double down her efforts, shifting her body weight as she grabbed his wrists, moving a strategic knee and finally allowing her to achieve her objective.

He gasped loudly and froze, a thin wrist in each of her strong hands, one of her knees resting on the ground, the other digging into his crotch.

"Fucking move a fucking inch and I put all of my fucking weight on my left knee. Under-fucking-stood?" She growled, her long black hair falling around her face as she stared down into the face of a stranger, seeing that the intense and specific pain had very certainly gotten his attention.

He nodded some, eying her with wide, terrified eyes.

She eyed him over for a few long moments, apart from being a colossal asshole for breaking into her house, she had to admit he was sort of cute, he had a boyish charm that she usually looked for in her perspective partners.

Shame, really, that the cute ones were always usually assholes. Though maybe there was an opportunity to look him over properly before she handed him over to the cops, there was no sense letting a good piece of eye candy go completely to waste, after all.

She moved up onto her knees, causing him to whimper as she exuded just the tiniest bit of additional pressure onto his junk, his eyes flicking between her face and her tits, huge and full, her dark cleavage prominent in her skimpy night top as she reached behind her, picking up her hammer from where it had fallen, causing him to pale significantly.

"Here's whats going to happen. My phones upstairs. We're going to walk upstairs together. If you try to fight me, I hit you with the hammer. If your hands aren't above your head, I hit you with the hammer." She tilted her head some, narrowing her eyes. "Want to guess what happens if you try to run?"

"...You hit me with the hammer." he said, his first words to her, terrified and quiet.

She snorted. "Guess you have a brain cell after all."

She moved to stand off of him, her arm raised her body tensed, while she didn't think he would try to run she wasn't taking any more chances, especially given that his clothing was loose and baggy, with a multitude of pockets that could hide any number of switch blades or other small but just as effective weapons.

"Stand up. And take your clothes off."

He leaned up on his elbows, hesitating. "I... What?"

"You could be fucking hiding anything. I'm not being stabbed just to protect your fucking modesty. Ditch the clothes then get your hands up." she frowned severely, her voice conveying her severity and severeness.

He flushed with color, obviously debating his next move but with her standing over him, hammer ready, he wasn't really left with any path other than the one laid out for him.

He sat up and started to remove his jacket and shirt, the jacket landing heavily on the floor, pockets laden, she didn't doubt, with whatever he had pilfered from her home.

As he started to undo his belt he looked up at her, watching as she drank in his pale slender body, expression unreadable. "Look.. Miss.. I'm really sorry.."

She let out a short, sharp laugh, "You're sorry? Oh well! That's all fucking right then, isn't it?" she snorted in amusement and derision, "Hurry the fuck up."

He sighed and shimmied out of his pants, running them down his long legs, kicking off his shoes and setting both in a pile before following suit with his dark socks, leaving him sitting in a pair of black boxers.

He moved to stand but she tutted, waving the hammer at him with a hint of menace, "Everything hon."

"You... can't be serious." he protested, voice flat, now kneeling as he had made to stand, looking up at her incredulously, his cheeks red.

"Can't have you bringing any 'concealed weapon' to bare on me. Every. Thing." she said, emphasizing each word with a wave of her hammer.

He let out a shaky sigh and stood slowly, as he did so he lowered his boxers, revealing his package to her, about four inches flaccid between his thighs, a patch of dark hair above his length and under his arms seemingly the only body hair he boasted.

She couldn't help but smirk a little at his size. To Charlene, white boys were so much fun and this one suited her tastes almost to a T. He was undoubtedly male, no risk of mistaking him for a girl like some of her previous partners, no fem-trap. But at the same time, he was only dabbling in his masculinity. No toned body or muscles, no strong jaw or thick beard. Just a young man, slender and lithe.

"Mm.. Cute. Hands up, upstairs, march." She ordered, moving behind him, her own weapon still raised, her own concealed weapon starting to pay attention...

"Look, I didn't have to break your door or anything, I just picked the lock, I haven't actually damaged anything." he whined weakly as he walked ahead of her, cheeks aflame at the embarrassment of being stripped and forced to walk before her.

"I didn't exactly invite you in, I'm sure the police are going to enjoy picking you up. I wonder if they'll let you put your pants back on before they cuff you.." She smirked, watching him ahead of her on the stairs, her eyes firmly fixed on his ass cheeks as they shifted with each step upwards. "I don't know whether this is a misdemeanor or a felony but either way I bet you're going to have a real fun time behind bars."

He stiffened a little, looking over his shoulder at her, standing at the top of the stairs as he was, with her just a couple behind she again afforded him an excellent view down her top.

Charlene wasn't a thick woman, nor was she a skinny girl. She had been described by her friends instead as a locally blessed woman. Her body was attractive, but her breasts were huge and drew significant attention, each one full and soft, around the size of her own head if not a little larger, natural and pushed up by her nighttime top to create a veritable valley of cleavage.

"I er.." he swallowed, distractedly forcing his eyes up to meet her, "I can't go to jail.."

"She laughed again and pushed him forward with the top of her hammer, urging him towards her bedroom where her phone lay plugged in and charging.

"Oh yeah sure. I'm sure that without you your poor old mom or some shit would just be completely lost, right?"

"My sister actually.." he said, though the resignation in his voice made it clear he already knew she wouldn't believe his prepared lie.

"Pft. Sure. Sit your ass down." she commanded, pointing to the bed as they entered the room.

He did as he was told, sitting on the edge as she turned the room's light on, moving around to her bedside table and picking up her phone.

She hesitated, putting her phone down on the bed and, while keeping an eye on him the entire time, reached into the bottom drawer of her bedside table, pulling out a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs and tossing them to him.

"Put theses on, wrists behind your back."

He looked up at her, ready to object but just sighed and complied, wiggling as struggled to fit the cuffs around his wrists behind him, but she waited patiently until he was all cuffed in and secure.

"Police are going to have a hell of a laugh when they come to pick you up huh? All naked and cuffed up.." she smirked.

"Please... I'll do anything, I just... I just can't go to jail. Please?" he said, his voice sincere but with an edge of hopelessness, he already knew his fate was sealed, but he couldn't help himself but plead.

She eyed him over as she placed her hammer down, figuring she no longer needed it with him restrained as he was and picked up her phone, walking to stand in front of him, looking down at the sorry, pitiful sight of the boy.

He wasn't crying, but he was close she could tell, his white cock soft between his thighs, his embarrassment, and shame written plain as day across his face.

"Anything?" she asked, holding her phone in her hand at such an angle that he could see she had typed in 911 and had only to hit dial.

He glanced from the phone to her, a spark of hope in his beautiful brown eyes as he nodded.

She pursed her full lips as she eyed him over, a hand reaching out to caress over the silky smooth skin of his shoulder, warm under her touch.

"Even... Sex stuff?" she asked, smirking a little playfully, her voice adopting a sultry tone.

She enjoyed the play of emotions across his face at the idea, disbelieve, intrigue, an obvious element of attraction, the hope in his eyes grew and she laughed a little.

"Oh, you aren't that lucky white boy.." She reached a hand down into the front of her shorts and wrapped her fingers around the base of her soft cock, hefting it free and into the light, her thick, meaty log bouncing a foot or so from his face as it flopped free of its confines.

"O-oh fuck.. I... You're.." he stammered, staring at the woman's huge cock.

"Bigger soft than you are hard? Yeah, I guessed that." she grinned.

He blushed brighter and looked up at her, afraid and uncertain.

"Question for you white boy, would you suck dick to stay out of jail? Sounds like a fair bargain to me. Pretty little thing like you would probably end up sucking dick in jail anyway..."

"I... I... I couldn't..."

She shrugged and tucked her cock back into her shorts in a casual motion. "Was worth a try, you're pretty fucking cute you know.. But ah well." she lifted the phone to her ear, though she hadn't actually pressed dial.

"W-wait!"

"Mm?" she looked down at him, admiring the desperation and conflict in his eyes.

"I... Fuck... I'll do it, please, just.. Don't call the police, please." he said, voice shaky and defeated.

She looked down at him, lowering her phone. "Alright, go ahead." she put her hands on her hips, waiting patiently.

"But.. Your shorts..." he protested weakly.

"You've got teeth, haven't you? Better use them now to pull my shorts down because if I feel them once I'm in that pretty little mouth of yours you're going to wish I'd just called the police.." she threatened.

His cheeks red and his eyes watery he nodded, leaning forward till his nose pressed gently into the chocolate skin of her exposed stomach, his teeth finding the edge of her shorts and slowly, awkwardly, he began to tug them down.

Charlene watched with amusement as he struggled, bound as he was to work her shorts down over her swelling cock. She had a moment to reflect on how well things had gone, she'd gone from being the recipient of an unwanted invasion to being the perpetrator. There was in that, she thought, a hint of poetic justice.

He let out a little whimper as he worked her shorts down, feeling her huge cock press against his face as he did his best to free it, what choice did he have, after all?

"Mm.. Good start." She purred as her cock, now semi hard came to rest against his hot, flushed cheek having once more sprung free of its fabric confines.

She worked her shorts down over her hips, letting them fall to the floor to get them out of the way as she leaned forward slightly, bumping the tip of her black, engorging cock against his lips.

"Well?" she asked, prompting him.

He closed his eyes and took a deep, shaky breath, but parted his lips for her.

"Oooh Good boy.." she cooed, looking down at him as he opened his mouth for her, Charlene wasted no time in sliding the thick mushroom tip of her cock into his mouth and onto his tongue, one hand coming to rest in his dark hair as she started to slowly work her hips forward and backward, enjoying the wet warmth of his mouth around her member.

He tried to keep himself calm as he felt it, hot and spongy, pressing into his mouth, even in his highest state of denial he couldn't escape the fact that he had a cock in his mouth. He felt its heat, tasted it distinctly as it slid backward and forwards over his tongue, seeking out pleasure from him as it coated itself in his spit.

"Mm.. Typically, sucking cock involves sucking.." she commented idly, squeezing the handful of hair that she held, trying to prompt him to action.

He let out a soft little whimper between his lips but after a moment's hesitation, she felt them close tighter around the shaft of her needy cock, forming a seal as his cheeks caved in, resigning himself to sucking on her pole.

"Oooh fuck that's good.. Mm.." she bit her lip and looked down at him over the swell of her breasts, urging her hips forwards and backward as she slid her meaty shaft repeatedly over his tongue, each push in surrounding her cock in the wet heat of his mouth, each pull out causing the suction to intensify.

"You're good at this baby.." she murmured, her cock now rock hard between his lips, as thick and full as the boys own forearm, almost, "I'm going to let go of your head now.. Just keep going for me, yeah?"

She tentatively released his hair and while he slowed, obviously conflicted, he still felt as if he wasn't left with much of a choice, his lips continuing to glide over the spit shined length of her cock, taking the thick, mushroom tip and several inches of her length, though even that only measured to being about half of it, into his mouth with each of her slow thrusts.