"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?"