I’m already parked, the engine shut off, as I watch her get off the bus. Her steps are small but swift, which is probably due to the pencil skirt she’s wearing. She looks mighty sexy in it too, like a librarian, schoolteacher, or secretary… my secretary.
My cock is already fighting to get free when I get out of the car and follow her into the building. The front door is unlocked, giving me easy access. Another thing I don’t like. She should be protected, and this shithole is anything but.
Shoving that thought away from wherever the fuck it came from. I stay hot on her tail, moving like a predator stalking his prey. Keeping my breathing calm and steady while I step closer with stealth, my heart rate slows down with it.
Digging in her purse, she gets her key out and starts to unlock her door that looks like a gust of wind would knock it down. I take another step toward her, slowly sneaking up behind her.
The lock disengages, and that’s when I strike.
I pounce on her so quickly that she doesn’t have time to turn around before I shove the door open and push her to the ground inside her apartment. She lands on all fours, giving me a great view of her perfectly shaped ass.
I’m not sure if she doesn’t scream because she expects it to be me or is simply shocked. She starts to crawl away as I kick the door shut with my foot and get on top of her.
“None of that,” I growl into the shell of her ear while I force her to lay flat on the floor. “I’ve been watching you all day, shaking your ass at every man in this tight pencil skirt.”
“Fuck you!” She hisses, trying her best to buck me off. She even gives me a jab with her elbow but only manages to get me in the arm.
“Don’t worry, there will be fucking all right.” I chuckle darkly.
Using my body weight, I keep her upper body flat on the ground. Her cheek is firmly pressed against the cheap carpet, and I pry her legs apart with my knees and reach between us with my free hand. Roughly, I shove the skirt up her thighs and grab the flimsy thong covering her pussy. With one harsh pull, the fabric is torn away.
I make quick work of my zipper to free my cock, which is so hard it hurts. Precum is already beading at the tip when I bring it to her cunt. I don’t give her time to get wet or adjust. I simply force myself into her tight channel.
She yelps in pain, and her body stiffens beneath me, but I don’t stop. This is what I crave. What makes me hard and has my balls tightening, ready for release. I revel in her fight, in her pain. It gives me a kind of power I can only experience in moments like this. Nothing compares.
Mercilessly, I drive into her over and over again. With each stroke, she seems to be growing wetter, but she keeps fighting me until I can feel her thighs quiver and her cunt clamping down on me like she’s coming.
“I knew you were a little slut, coming on my cock while I fuck you. You want this. You can act like you don’t all you want, but your pussy is wet, creaming over my cock like a whore.”
Her body is lax, spent from her release. She is on the floor motionless while I fuck her.
“Time to kick this up a notch. You are enjoying this way too much,” I say between clenched teeth while I force myself to pull out of her.
Reaching between us, I dip my index and middle finger into her cunt and drag her wetness up to her asshole.
“Wait,” she whimpers, “not there.” She starts bucking her hips, and I shove my fingers into her puckered hole, making her yelp. “Fuck!”
“Shut up. I know you want this, slut.”
I only pump in and out of her ass a few times before replacing my fingers with my dick.
“Please, no. You’re too big. You’re gonna tear me.”
“Don’t worry, my cock is still wet from your soaking pussy. Being a slut and loving my cock is working to your advantage here.”
I force the head of my cock past the tight ring of muscle. She squeezes her ass, trying to push me out, but her fight only makes me thrust into her harder. A pained whimper falls from her lips, and my sick and twisted mind feeds on it.
“That’s more like it. You will take my cock whenever and however I give it to you. I don’t care if you like it or not.”
“Please,” she whispers. “It’s too much.”
“If you think this is too much, you are not going to be happy for what I have planned next.”