I first saw her in the elevator of my building. She was short, only about 5'1", but she was something. She was Eurasian looking, with very short cropped hair. She was thin, but not too thin. She dressed normally, mostly t-shirt and jeans, although on rare occasions I would see her when she dressed to go out at night, dressed in something provocative. What really attracted me to her though was her expressions. She had a slightly annoyed, slightly intrigued look about her all the time. Almost as if she had just heard a shocking proposal and was sizing up the offer. She looked like you could do anything with her, that you could ask her to perform the most perverse acts and she could take it in stride. She was my favourite fantasy. Every time I masturbated about someone in the building, my thought inevitably turned to her. I imagined strange and disgusting acts for her to perform. Being a timid person by nature, I had never said so much as a hello to this young lady, nevermind anything of a sexual nature. I was content to have my fantasies. Besides, despite her look, the chances she would actually do the things I had dreamed of were very slim.
One hot summer night, I was coming home from a night on the town, I had had several drinks, and I was still stiff from the co-ed teases that I met that night. While waiting for the elevator, she walked in. It was later than I usually got in, and I rarely saw her come home. She was dressed like a total slut, the worst I'd ever seen from her. She had knee-high patent leather boots, and a matching biker's cap. She was wearing skin-tight, black, lycra short shorts, and a matching top. It was more of a sleeveless large bra than anything else. I am sure that in the darkness of the crowded nightclubs where it was seen it was acceptable, but here in the harsh lights of the apartment stairwell, it was fairly see-through. Her nipples could be clearly seen through the fabric. The left one had a small silver ring in it, and both pushed out far enough that they would be easy to spot even if the material wasn't so shear. She had lots of mascara on and dark dark red lipstick. Her body glistened with the sweat of her and the countless men she had rubbed against that night.
"What the fuck are you looking at?", she said to me. I was taken aback. I didn't realize that I was staring at her. I began to mutter something of an apology. She cut me off. "I'm sorry", she said, "I'm just a bit of a toilet mouth. Sometimes I swear like a fucking sailor. I didn't mean to offend you." It was the sweetness of her words that intrigued me. In some ways she seemed so sweet and innocent, and nice, but in other ways she seemed cruel and nasty. I pondered the contradiction as the elevator began its upward ascent.
2, 3, 4, 5, the elevator moved. I tried not to glance over at her as we went up. She was breathing heavy and her body was still all sticky. A drop of sweat rolled down her shoulder. She looked over at me, I turned away hurriedly. "That's quite a tool you've got there", she said to me. "Huh?" I replied. I was sure I hadn't heard what I thought she said.
"In your pants. That's quite a tool." She pointed at the crotch of my jeans which were visibly deformed by the massive erection I had. I stood dumbfounded. I didn't know what to say. I may have said something like 'thank you'. She walked over to me. She leaned over to my ear and whispered. "I want to see your huge cock. I want to see it here. I want you to pull it out in the elevator". I had to do what she said. I never had a girl talk to me in this way. To be honest, if I hadn't taken it out it would have burst through the denim of its own accord I was so hard. I unzipped my jeans and fumbled with it for a while until it popped into view.
'Ding'. The elevator reached floor 8, her floor. I stood there expecting her to get off and leave me. She grabbed my member with one hand and began to pull me from the elevator. "Come on", she said, "There is something you can help me with". I followed, being half dragged to her apartment. There I was in the hallway with my cock hanging out of my pants, but I didn't care. It was all I could do to hold off orgasm. She opened the door to her apartment. We went inside. Once there she spun around and kissed me full on the lips. She smeared her face against mine. I felt her tongue enter my mouth. It was hard and stiff. Her tongue was pierced and I could feel the metal ball play across my teeth. I had never kissed anyone with a pierced tongue before, it made me even stiffer. She pulled away. Her dark red lipstick was a little smeared across her face, and it made her look more like a slutty tramp. She looked me in the eye. "I need your help", she said. "I've been dancing all night and I am hot. My cunt needs some help. I need a tongue between my legs. Can you do that for me?" She smiled sweetly. "I'll make it worth your while. Do you like eating pussy?"
I nodded with agreement. She grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. Then she put her foot on my shoulder and pushed me down. I was on my hands and knees staring her boots. "First lick me there" she pushed my head closer to her boot. "I need your tongue on my boot, I need to know that you want to lick me, that you are willing to put your tongue anywhere on my body that I need it." I stuck out my tongue and began to lick the top of her foot. The leather was a bit bitter, but it wasn't too bad. My cock was still dangling out of my pants, aching to be played with. "That's right, lick all over it. Would you put the bottom in your mouth? If I asked nice? I would really like that. You want to please me don't you?" She lifted her foot a little. I began licking the bottom of her shoe. I felt so dirty, so debased. It made me so stiff I thought I would burst. "mmmm.", she said, "You make me feel so good. Do you like using your tongue? Yes, I can tell you do." She began to unzip her shorts. "Now, come up here, get up on your knees, I've got something better for you to lick." She peeled off her shorts and dropped them on the floor. She had been at herself with a razor. But not in the usual way. She had shaved most of her hair off, but she had left a small tuft right around the opening, while the upper part was bare. She kicked off her shorts and put on leg up on the arm of the nearby sofa. Then she placed her hands between her legs and opened herself up to show me. "Do you like my twat? I like to shave it, it feels so good when it's slippery. But I want you to be happy too. I've left a little mustache just for your tongue. Do you want to lick my little moustache?" She grabbed the back of my head with her left hand and gently pushed me towards her womanhood. The first thing I noticed was the smell. Her dancing and her excitement had left her with a combination of sweat and wetness that began to drive me wild. She is hot. It is a hot night. A drop of sweat beads on her inner thigh. I lick it off. I begin to lick her mustache. I begin to push my tongue into her womanhood. She moans with pleasure. "Don't forget my clit. Lick my clit. Lick it. It is so hard for you. Do you like my hard clit. Can you feel how wet I am. Are my cunt lips turning you on? Do you want to lick me. Do you want to bite me? Bite my cunt lips. Bite them you fucker". She swears on and on. Moaning. Gyrating her hips against my face. Pushing the back of my head with her hand. "You want to make me come don't you. You want to see my juices dripping down my leg as I come. That's what makes you hard isn't it. That's what turns you on. Making a girl come with your tongue." She began to quiver.
