"You're a whore just like her! You'll never change," yelled my dad. He had a wife beater on. He was about 46 years old, balding and badly needed a bath. "That's right, just walk away. Go ahead go whoring around! Don't come begging back here when you need money, or you got knocked up." He followed me out the door.
I ran down the stairs with tears in my eyes. I hated it when he got drunk like that. He always accused me of whoring around when he knows I don't. He's just mad cause mom left and took most of the money. I ran down two flights of stairs then stopped. God, I hate him. He wouldn't be so mad if I brought home more money. How could he think I was a whore? True I dress very revealingly- but everyone does. I'm eighteen; I should be able to show off what I have. I looked down at what I was wearing now. Capri jeans and a halter-top. That wasn't bad at all. True the Capri's are low riders and the halter-top barely contains my 36b breasts. But I look good. My tummy's tanned and firm, and my ass- I have to admit I have a great ass.
I bet everyone on the block heard what he said about me. Now I'll have to deal with all those perverts who live up stairs. God.
"Honey don't worry I'll run down the street and get them for you." Mr. Nelson from downstairs called into his wife. They were a younger couple, probably in their early thirties. They just moved in a few weeks ago. I've seen them around and they look like the perfect couple. She's young, blonde and she doesn't have a bad body. Her boobs sag, and she doesn't have the prettiest face, but she's cute. He on the other hand is gorgeous. He's about 6'2", sandy-brown hair and has the type of body a girl could play with for hours. I smile as I hear him run down the stairs; he's probably going to the corner store to pick her something up. I heard she broke her leg the other day so she's immobilized on the couch for a bit.
"Ohhh… oh yes. Don't stop baby, mmm… yeah suck it good." I hear from the door next to Mr. Nelson's. The moaning continues and I have to admit it gets my heart beating faster. I glance around, biting my lip as I lean back onto the window ledge. I feel my body getting hotter. My hand travels down my stomach to my pants. It glides over my thighs as my body begins to move slowly to the moans. "Yea baby, keep going. Take it all bitch. You want it back in your mouth? Huh?" "Yes, yes. Please fuck my mouth. You taste so good."
My other hand runs up to my breasts, squeezing and rubbing. Mmm… I can feel myself getting wet. I squeeze my thighs together causing a sensation to run up my body. I hear faint footsteps but can't be bothered. I'm so hot right now. I slide my finger in my mouth sucking on it. I'm throbbing with desire. I bring my hand back down to my thighs. My finger slides up to my pussy rubbing and squeezing it.
"Let me help you." I open my eyes and see one of the guys from upstairs. "Mmm… looks good. I'd love to taste you."
"Get away from me." I push his chest.
"Nah, you were really getting into it, I might as well help you out." He reaches up and grabs my breast. Squeezing the nipple hard.
"Ahhh" I yell, but I have to admit in my stage it feels amazing. "No, I can't do this. You need to stop." He moved up to my neck and begins kissing it as his other hand moves to my pussy. He unbuttons my pants and sticks his hand in my panties. "No, stop. Get off me." I push harder but he's too strong.
"I'm just gonna fuck you. You're gonna like it princess. You must get what you deserve. Walking around here like your pussy's too good for my cock. Well we'll see about that." He grabs my shirt and tears the front of it revealing my perky breasts. The nipples are drawn tight, and dark. He leans down and takes a nipple into his hot mouth. Sucking and biting it.
"No. Stop." My head is thrown back; I can't deny the tingling sensation in my pussy.
All of sudden he is thrown off of me and I see Mr. Nelson. "Get off of her you sick bastard."
The man runs back up the stairs. "We'll finish this later," he looks at me.
"Are you alright?" Mr. Nelson puts his bag down and rubs my shoulders. My head is kept down. "Shhh… it's alright." He lifts me up so I'm sitting on the window ledge. "I know this must be awkward for you seeing we've never even talked. But I'm just glad I got here in time. Who knows what could have happened?"
I glance up and catch him staring at my breasts. I slowly bring my thighs together catching him between. "How old are you?" He asks me.
"Eighteen."
"Why you're just a baby. Come on lets get you back up stairs." He steps back about to give me room.
"I'm not a baby. Haven't you heard, I'm the apartment slut- says my father."
"Hey, don't listen to him." He leans in and brings my chin up. "Look at me. You're a beautiful girl. You don't need to listen to him." His hand runs down my arm. I look up at him then to his door. My teeth once again bite the corner of my lip. "Let's get you upstairs now."
I grab his shirt and bring his lips to mine. My tongue runs along his lips and I force his mouth open. He is shocked he doesn't know what to do. I use this to my advantage and begin grinding against his cock.
He pushes me away. Desire in his eyes. "What are you doing?"
"I was so hot before, even when he was doing those things to me- I wanted it. But now I want you." I begin kissing his neck and pulling him in closer.
"We can't do this." He moans.
"Touch me." I grab his big powerful hands and place them on my breasts. He moans louder and begins his assault on my body. His hands are everywhere. He has such passion such force. He bites my neck moving down to my breasts. It's as if he's growling with desire. I begin to think what am I doing? I can't do this. I'm just upset- this isn't me. "Stop, please. Stop I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry." I push him back and jump down. "I'm so sorry." I begin to walk up the steps when I'm pulled back.
"You want this. Admit it." He swings me around forcefully.
"No, I made a mistake. Let me go." I struggle with him but he has my wrists. I push him as hard as I can and I'm free. I run down the stairs but he catches me. He throws me against the wall. The radiator next to me makes it so I can't get away.
He says nothing but turns me around rubbing my pussy through my jeans. He tears at the rest of the material as he squeezes my breasts painfully. "What are you gonna do? Fuck me right here? Right in the hall way- right in front of your door?" A tear runs down my cheeks from the pain he's inflicting on me. I still struggle.
He leans down and whispers in my ear. "You want me to fuck you here. I know you do. Tell me." He opens my jeans and quickly pulls them down. The panties come next. "Tell me!" He whispers forcefully in my ear.
I'm crying at this point. "Yes… yes please fuck me." My head falls forward in defeat. Then I begin to struggle a little. He slaps my ass. Then grabs a hand full.
"That's it baby. You're being a good little girl now. You've wanted me to fuck you since I moved in. Do you like it being right here? Right in the hall way outside my door- anyone can walk out and see. Daddy might even come down the stairs. How do you think he would feel seeing his little girl fucked in the open?" He brings my head forward and leans me over the radiator. His fingers find my pussy and I'm soaked. They dive into my pussy only for a second. He then thrusts his huge cock into me.
"Ahh…" I moan but not too loud.
He thrusts into me, pulling my hair. "Feels good? You liked being fucked in the open by an older man. Feel my cock ramming into your tight pussy. You told me to stop. Look what you would have missed. He reaches over and pulls at my breasts. He hears me crying so he straightens me up. He pulls one of my legs up as well and continues to fuck me from behind. "You want me to stop? Huh? Come on say it? Beg for it? Want me to stop little girl?"
I bite my lip. God it feels so good. His cock moving in and out of my pussy. "No." I say quietly.
"What?" He thrusts into me harder, pulling my hair. "What did you say?" He grabs my breasts and pulls my hard nipples. He's kissing my neck as he fucks me so hard. "Tell me."
"Don't stop. Keep fucking me. Ohhh god." It feels so good. His hands hurt but the pain only makes it better.
"What if my wife came out? Would you let her watch?" He pulls out and turns me around. He picks me up and has me put my legs around his waist, his cock driving into me once again. He slams me against his door.
"Ohh god. No." His cock is grinding into me so hard my ass is hitting the door.
"Who is it?" I hear from inside the door. "Honey is that you?"
He smiles at me and fucks me harder. His cock slamming in and out of me. My head falls back hitting the door. He thrusts in harder and harder. Fucking me so fast now. I can feel myself ready to cum.
"I'm gonna fill you up." He grabs my arms and pins them above my head with one hand and fucks me harder. "Ohhh… yess yesss." He thrusts faster and deeper.
"Please…" I plead to him as my ass begins to throb from being thrust up against the door. I can feel myself on the brink of cumming. Ohh yess… yess…
"Ohhh…" He slows down but thrusts deeper. I can feel his cum filling me. "Yes…" His head falls down and sucks on my neck. He then pulls out of me and I slide to the floor. He reaches down and picks me up bringing me over to the stairs. "Put your clothes back on."
I quickly do as he says. The shirt is all ripped so I hold it over my breasts.
"That was great. I'll have to think of the next place I'll fuck you." He says as he walks into see his wife.
"Honey was that you at the door? I heard someone knock but then couldn't hear over those damn neighbors moans."
He leans down and kisses her. Nope, must have just been some kid. |
