Warning! This is strictly a deviant story in my dark mind and in no way should ever be attempted by anyone. The themes more heavily emphasized in this piece are non-consensual, humiliation, one woman with multiple men, and blurry lines between pain and pleasure. These completely fictitious characters are also all over the age of 18.
Not for you? That's fine! Probably should pick a different story. I still love ya though.
Enjoy!
Carissa walked down the hallway, her long blond hair bouncing behind her with her flirtatious walk. She was using the back stairwell and basement hallway that led directly to the pool. This was easier for her to avoid the population of women that lived in the building. Most of them didn't like to go down there because it was kind of dark and housed most of the single men that lived in the building. But Carissa wasn't afraid of a creepy hallway, she figured she knew how to work all men and wasn't stupid. Besides, there was some fun people to tease down this way. There were a lot of thirsty men that she knew would eagerly eye-fuck her if they were out when she walked through.
So of course she's going to give them something to stare at. She was wearing a white thong bikini, a nice contrast to her tanned, smooth skin. When the suit was wet, her large nipples were clearly visible through the skimpy triangle top.
She purposely brought a small towel, making it strain to cover her huge natural breasts. They made the towel gap open, showing the small triangle of her bathing suit that covered her womanhood, and also part of her flat stomach.
She wore a pair of flip flops and was loudly walking down the hallway, announcing her presence to watch the array of wishful cock come out to catch a glimpse of her.
She was approaching Lyle's room. She met him the first day she moved in. He was good looking for his age. He was just the dirty old man that apparently used to be some famous engineer, but now just lived quietly in one of the apartments in the basement level of her building. He must have had dark hair as a young man, but now it was mostly gray. He was tall, but was hunched and tired looking.
Rough life, she thought with a smirk.
Since she had moved here, he had managed to be around at all times. He'd pop up when she needed to get her mail, went down to the pool, or really went anywhere in her building. So of course, she teased him the most. She loved showing off what he knew he could never have. She could tell that he knew he could never get a piece of her, but he couldn't help but stare. Dirty old man.
She knew why he stared. Why everyone stared. She was tall and tan. She had giant, natural breasts that begged for male attention. Her curvaceous ass and toned abs complemented her bright blue eyes and long lashes. She had sensual, plump, rose-toned lips. She was more than aware that she was gorgeous. Was it so wrong to flaunt that?
She looked up just in time to see Lyle's door open.
She wondered how he always knew where she was. There were no cameras, she had looked. He would consistently come out, almost every time she came down here.
He walked out into the hall, facing her.
She smirked at him and said, "Hey old man."
His eyes flinched just a little, as if stung. Every time she said that to him, he had the same reaction. She relished in knowing that he was old and she was young. There was no way he'd ever get his hands on her. That made her feel powerful and desired.
He looked at her and said, "Carissa, are you headed down to the pool? Maybe you'll let me join this time?"
His eyes steadily took in every inch of her body. He may have been emasculated by her attitude towards him, but he still would look at her every time.
Carissa dropped one side of the towel to play with her hair. It dropped away revealing her very tiny bikini that covered her lush, voluptuous body. He stared as if enraptured.
"Of course I'm going to the pool. Why else would I be wearing this thing?" She said as she looked down, hooking her thumb under the bathing suit bottoms and pulling it forward.
She knew he could see a quick glance of her shaved pussy. His face got red, but his eyes devoured her quick tease. He reached out to her, hope in his eyes. As if her showing him a glimpse meant that he could possibly touch her.
In his dirty dreams!
She made a derisive sound, slapping his hand away. She could already see the bulge in his pants as he wished she would finally let him touch her. She continued to walk past him toward the door to the pool. She was still dangling her towel, now giving him a perfect view of her mostly bare ass in her string bikini.
The women in the building frowned on all her pool wear, even going as far as to put up a "No Vulgar Swimwear" sign. But nobody had ever told her to her face that she couldn't do it, so she did it all the time. Dirty glares from the jealous wives didn't count. But the super, and the owner, and, well, damn near everybody that mattered, was a man and
they
sure didn't care.
She flicked a glance over her shoulder to make sure he was still watching. His hungry eyes were eating up the view of her ass, watching each step jiggle enticingly. She was sure he was wishing he was
actually
eating her ass. She giggled at the thought.
She opened the door and entered the pool. She thought about all the times she had flaunted herself in front of the man. A little fun never hurts. She thought.
~
Days later, Carissa headed back down the same hallway, heading for the least utilized laundry room of the building. There was a vending machine that had pop rocks and she had a thing for them. She walked into the vending area only to find Lyle already in there. He was struggling with the machine, bent over and trying to angle his arm through one of the four vending holes.
A pack of peanuts was wedged between the glass and the shelves housing the assorted snacks. They were on the lowest shelf, but it was obvious his hands were just too thick to reach up that far without coming at it from a lower angle.
"Can't get down on your knees old man?" she taunted. "Of course you can't, old knees," she teased.
A little spark flared in his eyes this time as he looked at her and said, "Well, the damn machine didn't let go of my peanuts. Your little hands could get it though." He looked at her hopefully.
She rolled her eyes, sneered at him, and said "Weren't you an engineer or something a million years ago? Shouldn't you know what to do, or have some kind of genius man plan to avoid this?"
She bounced her tits and twirled her hair, giving her best ditzy blonde look, knowing it would make him hard. She loved messing with him.
He looked at her indignantly and replied, "Yes, I was a very good engineer, and if I could do that I would. But It's not my machine." He shrugged helplessly. "My toys do exactly what I tell them to do," he added. His voice deepened for just a moment and a dark look crossed his face.
She looked down at what she was wearing. He must just be effected by her. She couldn't blame him this time. Her shorts were so short, her ass cheeks hung out the bottom. Her flat stomach was exposed and her cleavage was popping out of her deep V halter crop top. Her ass and tits were on full display. That look he had flashed was most likely sexual frustration, she reasoned to herself.
Carissa shook her head and continued, "Well, here old man, don't worry about it. Let someone young help you out."
She winked and rubbed his shoulders, patronizing him. She got on her knees in front of the machine, giving the old man a good view of her ass. Her shorts rode up between her tanned legs, exposing even more of it's perfect roundness. She stuck her arm through one of the vending machine openings closest to the suspended treat, grabbing the peanuts. She stood back up and handed him the bag.
"Don't worry. The older you get, the more help you're going to need. I'll never make fun of you," Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
He scoffed at her, grabbing his peanuts.
She laughed, got her pop rocks with no problems, and took off without another word.
~
Still another couple days later, Carissa went down for more candy. The old man was of course in the room, struggling with the vending machine again. She wondered if he just waits for her here. She smirked at the thought.
"Did your peanuts get stuck again? You must really like nuts," she cracked.
He ignored her rude comment and said, "I'm an old man. You're going to have to help me again. This is what happens when you get to my age."
She looked at him. All jokes aside, he was probably in his early sixties. She could tell he must have been a good looking guy once, but he was still old, much older than her. And he was an obvious pervert, so she had to give him shit.
She bent over, this time in a ridiculously short yellow sun dress. She slowly leaned over instead of getting on her knees, her dress lifting and showing her full round ass in only a G string. She snaked her arm through the same opening again, directly under the nuts.
He was looking down at her the whole time, ogling her ass. She could feel him behind her, his breath catching. She drew out the torture a little bit longer, and then flicked the peanuts down again.
She handed him the package and purred out, "Here you go old man. maybe you should rig this machine to not hold your nuts hostage."
He tensed at that, but then shook his head with a small conspirators smile in the corner of his mouth and slowly said, "Well, thank you, Carissa. I really appreciate your help"
"Of course you do, look at me," she said. She turned on her heels again and walked out of the room. As she spun around, her ass again had flashed him underneath that short dress.
~
It had been a week since Carissa had gone looking for trouble in her building and she was getting bored. She wanted to cause mischief. She decided to head down to the hot tub. On her way, she would hit up the vending machine.
She descended down to the basement again, to the darker hallway. With her most scandalous swim suit on and her small towel, she sauntered down the hallway. She came into the laundry room and headed to the vending machine.
She of course saw Lyle, this time his forehead was resting on the vending machine, looking like he was going to cry. She laughed derisively out loud.
Mocking him, she asked, "Again? Do you need my help, poor old man?" She rubbed both his shoulders like she was soothing an Invalid.
He replied, "I do, but it's actually my fault. This time I decided to get creative. Well, because I'm an engineer and... and you kept making fun of me. I decided to put a shoot in there for the food to slide through. But it didn't fix the original problem, my brain just isn't as sharp as it used to be." His tone turned sheepish, "If you could help me one more time? Just push your hands through what I built, I'll fix it later."
