Sarah locked the door behind her and kicked off her heels, her short black dress riding up her thighs as she headed straight for the couch. She was still buzzing from the bar, nipples tight against the thin fabric, pussy already slick from the way guys had stared at her ass all night. She flopped down, spread her legs, and slid a hand under her panties to rub her clit in slow circles.
Then the air shifted.
A warm breath hit the back of her neck. Invisible fingers closed around her wrist and yanked her hand away from her cunt.
“What the fuck—” she started, but the words died when those same fingers pushed her knees wider apart. Something hard and thick pressed against her soaked panties, grinding slow and heavy. She felt the outline of a fat cockhead dragging over her slit through the cotton, smearing her juices.
“Fuck, yeah,” she breathed, realizing what was happening. She had heard the rumors about the guy who could turn invisible, the one who liked to sneak into apartments and use women who left their curtains open. Tonight it was her turn. Her pussy clenched at the thought.
The panties were ripped aside. A thick, bare cock shoved straight into her without warning, stretching her open in one rough thrust. Sarah gasped, back arching as the invisible dick bottomed out, balls slapping her ass. It started fucking her immediately—hard, deep strokes that made her tits bounce in the dress. Every time it pulled out she felt the wet drag of her own juices coating the shaft, then it slammed back in, pounding her cunt like it owned it.
She reached down to feel the invisible cock splitting her lips, fingers tracing the thick vein along the shaft as it disappeared inside her. “Goddamn, that’s big,” she moaned. “Keep fucking me just like that.”
The thrusts got faster, wetter. Her pussy made loud, sloppy sounds every time the cock drove in. Invisible hands grabbed her hips, lifting her ass off the couch so the angle changed and the head started hitting her g-spot with every stroke. Sarah’s eyes rolled back. She clawed at the cushions, legs shaking while the invisible guy railed her.
He flipped her onto her stomach next, yanking her dress up to her waist. The cock drove back into her from behind, deeper now, hips smacking her ass with every thrust. One hand reached around to rub her clit in tight, dirty circles while the other held her down by the neck. “Take it,” a low voice growled right by her ear, the first words he’d spoken. “Take every inch of this cock in that tight little cunt.”
Sarah pushed back onto him, meeting every thrust. “Fuck me harder,” she begged. “Use my pussy.” The invisible guy obliged, pounding her so hard the couch scraped across the floor. Her juices ran down her thighs. She came first, cunt pulsing and squeezing around the thick shaft, but he didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, turning her orgasm into something longer and messier until she was drooling on the cushion.
He pulled out only to flip her onto her back again, spread her legs wide, and sink back in. This time she could watch her own pussy lips stretch around nothing, her clit swollen and shiny. The sight made her moan louder. She reached down and spread herself open with two fingers so the invisible cock could fuck even deeper. Every stroke made a wet squelch.
When he finally came, she felt it—hot, thick ropes of cum flooding her cunt, pumping deep until it overflowed and leaked out around the shaft. He stayed buried inside her, grinding slow while the last spurts filled her up. Sarah clenched around him, milking every drop.
The cock softened and slipped free. Cum trickled from her well-fucked hole down to her asshole. She lay there panting, dress bunched around her waist, thighs spread, pussy gaping and dripping. A single invisible finger traced through the mess, pushing some of the cum back inside her before the presence faded.
Sarah smiled, lazy and satisfied, and slid two fingers into her cum-filled cunt. She already knew she’d leave the curtains open again tomorrow night.
