It was surprisingly easy to catch the front door with my foot as she let it swing shut. I let her heels click a little into the distance, as I watched her saunter into the distance. Between her heels, and the liquor wafting off her, she was a little shaky. She held fast and pressed the elevator button under her long nails. The triangle illuminated, and the doors eased open. As she stepped in, I rushed my way down the hall, and caught the door just in time before it closed.
She jumped a little and said, “oh, I didn’t see you there, sorry I didn’t hold for you.” Her lips puckered red in the dull light of the elevator.
“That’s alright.” I wasn’t scared for her to see my face; she would forget me by morning anyway. “Which floor?” I gestured over to the unilluminated buttons.
“Ten,” she said. I already knew.
I pressed 13 and we were off. The music didn’t play, so the air in the elevator just hung between us. The mix of alcohol and stale cigarettes clung to her clothes. Her knee length dress, and perfectly straightened hair told a story that I didn’t care to learn. The timbre of my heart, and the pulse of anxiety was all I could feel thumping in my throat.
The bell dung, and I nearly jumped. “This is me” she laughed, and we exchanged awkward glances as she strode by me. I smiled and leaned against the door open button. I only had a few extra seconds before the door began to ding. Fortunately, her apartment was just across the hall, and down one door. I watched as she disappeared, and listened for her keys to jingle, and the quiet click of a dead bolt opening.
She took a step into her apartment, and before she could turn on the entryway light, I was already behind her. One arm wrapped tightly around her waist, and the other squeezed her mouth shut, I couldn’t risk her biting me. “Listen, don’t say anything, or scream.” Her small body writhed in my arms, but she was no match for me. Every movement she made, I applied a little more pressure, until she eventually gave in a little. I swung her to the wall and told her to flick the lights on. She complied and the apartment lit up exposing a studio apartment less than the size of some closets. A kitchenette stood to our left, and a bath to the right. In the middle of the room, a large bed filled most of the space.
She flinched when I released my hand from her waste and pulled a knife from the block. Even with just my hand on her mouth I was twice her size, and she couldn’t do much. I ran the knife down her arms, across her collar bone, up the nape of her neck, and then gently across her throat. She was shaking now, and I was really starting to pulse. The first cut of the knife tore through most of her dress, but I had to use my free hand to tear the rest away. It hung to her sides exposing a matching bra and panty set that said, she knew that I was coming. The blade was just sharp enough to cut through the fabric of her bra, and let it fall between us.
Her perfect tits dropped out and gave a little bounce as gravity to action. With my knifed hand, I couldn’t resist but to take a hard slap at one, grazing the other with the blade just a touch. She tried to pull away as she felt the first scratch of the night. A trickle of blood dipped out from her breast, and I dipped it off with the serrated portion of the blade. I had to taste. The dull metal taste of the blade was bitter against the blood. “You already taste perfect.”
With one scoop, she was in my arms off the ground. Her dress failed in the air under her, and she began to kick. One heel went flying in the air, but came no where near my head, maybe the intended target. “If I put you down, and you scream you’re dead, you know that right?” She continued to fight. “I’m not fucking playing with you bitch.” My anger rose, and before she knew it, she was being bounced onto the bed. Her eyes grew wild as my hand wrapped around her throat, and “stop fucking playing,” seethed from my lips.
Her mind took a minute to realize what was going on, but she finally relented. I removed my hand from her throat, and she gasped. “ Shhh,” I whispered. She didn’t make a sound as a I yanked her to the edge of the bed. Her dress came off in one big piece. “What do you wa—” she got out before I landed a heavy hit.
She gasped and fell back, gasping, and tears started. “I want you to take care of me.” I pulled her back upright by her hair and touched the knife to her face. Ok, she nodded. “Good” I said. Her eye already started to swell a little. She watched as my free hand started to unsheathe my belt and begin to bring down my pants. I got the belt free, and told her, “Get me out.” She resisted a little, and I swatted her with my belt. “They will get harder if you don’t learn.”
She looked up and started to pull my dick out awkwardly. Between the adrenaline, and her beautiful little body, I was extremely hard. I could feel my pulse throbbing through the tip. “Suck” I said and snapped the belt in the air. Her hands gripped right around my dick, and as her soft mouth hit my head, I had to try not to close my eyes. The first few strokes of her mouth felt amazing, but he was no novice. Her hands stroked me while her little mouth got wetter and wetter as my dick stretched the corners of her mouth.
“Open your eyes.” I demanded, flogging the belt against her waist. Her stunning eyes opened wide in fear, and she started to really let me take her mouth. I tucked the belt under my chin and took her hair in my hand. I took a full grip and pushed her mouth down to the base of my dick. She choked a little, but I took her hair, and used her skull like a flashlight. She gawked and gagged as she stroked me all the way to the back of her throat. Droll ran down my legs as she choked. Her makeup smeared in big swipes under her eyes, and her body glistened like it was covered in baby oil. Her eye was really starting to swell, and as she looked up at me, I took one more push, and shot my first load of the night right down her throat. I couldn’t help but “aghhh” as I felt each rope pulse straight down her throat. My balls pulsed as I forced her head all the way down, and every last drop filled her whore mouth.
Finally, I pulled her face off of me, and she gasped like she had just been saved from drowning. She dropped to the floor and let my cum and her saliva drip onto the floor while she caught her breath. “Okay, you got,” she heaved, “what you want.”
I cracked the blet against her bare back. She writhed and fell into our pool. The other belt marks had started to turn a bright pink, and puff. I grabbed her up by her hair and took a hard swipe on her clear eye. “Open your mouth.” She resisted. I took another hard hit to her mouth, and blood started to drip almost immediately. “Do you think I’m done?”
“No” she whimpered.
“No sir,” I roared.
“No sir.”
I yanked her hair so hard it felt like her neck was going to break. I stood her up, turned her, and buried her face into the mattress. I could hear her breathing,” please don’t,”, but my dick was still soaking we from her mouth. I kicked her feet to spread her legs, and my dick went in so smooth. Her nasty little pussy was soaked, and it felt like the end of the world. I could feel it stretching around me as I took a deeper, and deeper stroke each time. With in just a few strokes, I could hear the sound of her wetness slapping against me. She was splashing against me.
I pulled her head up and wrapped the belt around her neck. The leather slid tight around her neck, and she started to gasp a little. She looked back at me, bruises swelling on her face, and I sinched the belt totally closed. Her head started to bobble as I started fucking her used little hole. The sound of my dick splitting that little pussy in two filled the room. Her grunts and screams started right after.
She couldn’t quite scream, but she choked a grunt, and I could feel her body start to convulse. She was cumming for the first time tonight. I kept pounding her as she felt how deep she could cum. She looked back and her eyes rolled back as she felt me keep drilling. Its only a matter of time before she goes out. Pressing all the way down, and pining her shoulders to the bed, I took my mount and started to pound her as she laid flat. I let the belt ease just a touch, and some of the blue started to leave her face.
My hands pressed hard against her shoulders as I started to drill down and use her. The wetness started to slap, and sound louder as I pounded harder and harder into her. I thought I heard her say, she was going to cum, but I sinched the belt tight again, and the air got caught in her throat. I licked the puffing blisters of my belt marks, and she shivered as she knew another orgasm was coming. She was really gasping as she convulsed in this second orgasm. Her body slammed under mine as she tried to shout, and find a comfortable position to cum, but she was totally under my weight.
After a few seconds her body stopped flailing, and her breathing started to level out. She was totally out. Her face had gone pretty deep blue, but her body still rose and fell with breath. I swelled even harder watching her lifeless little body lie there and keep taking a pounding. I pulled her face to where it was visible and spit. She didn’t flinch, so I knew she wasn’t faking. I eased out of her and pulled her off of the bed.
Her kitchenette had a small table there that seemed decently sturdy. I picked her up and laid her face down on the table, legs spread wide. I gathered the rope I had in my bag and tied her around the base, and under the slab. I just got it tied as she started coming to.
I slipped the belt back around her neck and stepped up right behind her. Her little ass stuck just out enough for me to push my way into her. She gasped awake, but I was already three strokes in before she looked back at me. Her eyes were blood shot, and wet. I was just taller than the table, so my strokes pounded down against her g-spot hard. The table squeaked as I started pounding down into her. She choked with each stroke as I got comfortable and made my way deep. The belt got tighter and tighter until she couldn’t look back. “You’re never going to forget me you fucking whore.”
I looked like she was going out again, but she started to cum for the third time. Each stroke pushed her closer and closer until she was totally gone. Her eyes rolled back in her eyes, and she was a brainless whore finally. Her mouth gaped open, and she was gone. I pounded through, until I could feel the pull of my balls starting to work my cum out. Watching her struggle to breath and cum was enough to push me over the edge. It almost came as a surprise as I felt my dick start to cum. I forced myself all the way into her used pussy and felt each rope of cum as it shot straight to her cervix. Rope after rope of my load kept pouring out as I stroked it deeper into her pussy. She became smoother and smoother as I used my cum as lubricant. She squirmed and whimpered as I roared through my last few shots.
I stepped back and watched her stretched pussy drip my cum. It was thick and white, and looked so perfect against her sweet pinkness. She was still shaking and gasping for air because I had finally let loose of the belt. Her neck was already turning a deep purple, and her face looked like a wreck. I stepped around the table to her face and slipped my dick right into her mouth. The torrential wetness almost made me hard again, but I was done. I held in her mouth, and slapped her cheeks until they glowed red.
“Are you a good girl?” I asked.
“…yyeess…” She said through spit, and cum. She was exhausted, and let her head fall onto the table.
I grabbed my clothes and put myself back together. The cold wetness of cum made my pants feel damp. I stood a moment and watched her pussy continue to leak. She was so full of my cum. She was still going in and out a little when I straddled up right beside her. I took one final grab of her hair, spit in her face again and whispered, “See you in 9 months bitch.” She didn’t flinch.
I placed the scissors within reach and made my way out of the apartment. I shut the lights off, and pulled the door closed. The elevator door rang, and I just barely made it. The woman slid to the right and let me take the left-hand corner. No need to press any buttons because it appeared we were both headed out.
The silence stood, and finally I asked, “You live in the building?”
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