That was this summer. I had very long relationship and last year i got ridden of it. So I sex occasionally wit various girls till then. One night this September I was very very tired of everything. Job went finally better and some private investing also, but I had being working for 14 hours a day at time. It was About 1 am in the morning and was just went of from long shower and about to lay down on my bad.The voice from the other side of cell phone was very pleasant, some kind of baby talking voice. Voice said" Annnn' what what do want from me now?...LOL.. i said "who is this?&... Continue»
Synopsis: Jan van Es confronts a very unexpected but much desired intruder in his apartment, and uses the situation to his advantage. Most of the story is written from Jan's POV, but towards the end of the story we see Laura's thoughts in one or two sections.
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This story is very erotic. It contains graphic descriptions of non?consensual sex, dubious consent, oral sex, anal sex and rimming, along with elements of v******e, **** and bondage. So pretty much all the freaky stuff you can think of.
If dirty! bad! freaky! twisted! kinky! wrong! sex is not your thing, do not go any further. You have been warned.
Location: The Hague in the Netherlands
Date: Present day
It was close to midnight, and Jan van Es was just getting home after a spot of late night shopping. He let himself into his apartment and headed to the kitchen to deposit his groceries on the counter. Just as he put his items down, he heard a sudden thump coming from his bedroom.
He stilled, his heart pounding as he realised there must be an intruder in the house. God, he hoped the person wasn't armed.
Quietly he crept to the door of his room. Sure enough, he heard giggling, and a female voice whispering softly.
"See, I told you I could do it!" the voice said, triumphantly. "So are you coming up here to join me, or what?"
Jan knocked loudly on the door. "Whoever you are, you'd better leave now," he warned. "I'm armed, and I'll be calling the Police any second now."
"Shit!" the voice whispered. "Help me down, guys – hey, wait guys! Guys? Wait!! Don't leave me here!"
It sounded like whoever was in there had been abandoned by her cohorts. Feeling braver, he opened the door.
The voice belonged to a tall, blonde woman whose back was to him. She was leaning out the window, which had been broken. As the door opened, she turned to face him, and he was confronted with a face that he knew as well as his own.
Impossible, Jan thought, staring. It couldn't be...
But it was.
"Well, if it isn't Laura Vandervoort," he drawled. "To what do I owe the unexpected pleasure of your presence…and in my bedroom, no less?"
She folded her arms and stared at him coldly. "First of all, you'll never have the pleasure, whoever you are. Secondly, this was all just a stupid mistake."
Jan glanced down at the broken glass near his bedroom window. "Some mistake. It looks like you broke in here deliberately."
Laura shrugged her shoulders delicately. "I was out with some friends, and they dared me, said I couldn't sneak into a house, that I was too much of a good girl. I just wanted to prove them wrong."
"So you broke into my house?"
"Yeah, but before I could get out, my friends heard your voice and bailed, leaving me up here on my own."
"Don't you even care that you damaged my property?" he asked. "You didn't stop to consider my feelings in all this?"
"Look, it's nothing personal," she replied, sounding irritated. "In fact, you should feel honoured that I'm in your bedroom. You obviously know who I am, so you know I'm famous."
"You may be the famous Laura Vandervoort, but in the eyes of Dutch Law, you're nothing but a common criminal," he said s**thingly. "I'm calling the Police."
Jan turned and reached for his phone, but Laura reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him.
"No!" she shouted, her eyes wide with fear. "No, you can't call the Police."
Jan turned to her with raised brows. "Really? Why not?"
"Why not?" she repeated. "Because I'm famous! I'm here in Holland trying to reconnect with my Dutch roots for a movie role I'm taking on. If it gets out that I broke into someone's house, or if I get arrested for any reason, I'll be ruined! My career will be over!"
That was interesting, Jan thought. There might be a way to use this to his advantage.
"You should have thought about that before you broke into my home," he said shortly, shaking her arm off. "Now, if you don't mind, I have to call the cops and tell them that there's an intruder in my house."
"No! No, please, Mr…?"
"van Es," he said. "Jan van Es. You can call me Jan."
"Jan," she said. "Please, Jan. I beg you, don't call the cops. I'll do anything you ask, just…please, don't call them."
He raised his eyebrows. "Anything?" he asked.
"Anything," she promised.
Excellent. Jan had Laura Vandervoort right where he wanted her. She was in for the shock of her life.
He turned to her and smiled. "Strip."