The Evolution of an Apartment Fucktoy - Episode 1
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Rape
] [chance meeting] [stairwell] [overpowered] [middle of the night] [blowjob] [deepthroat] [internal monologue] [fingers in mouth] [throatpie] [used] [soaked panties] [apartment complex] [orgasm] [body betrayal] [hentai inspired]
It was just bad luck to run out of the one ingredient I needed to make dinner. Since the store was within walking distance and open all night, I threw on my coat over my pajamas and went. I popped my earbuds in and turned on some music. I was grateful for this store because this wasn't the first time this happened to me, I can be so distracted sometimes when I'm grocery shopping.
My job had me working until midnight every night and I often forgot to bring food with me, which made me ravenous when I got home. It also made it really hard to sleep so there were nights like tonight where I was just awake and needing to do something. I'm just mad I ran out of something I was craving.
I wish I had someone to talk to sometimes. I waved at the clerk who was always working the night shift. He was a nice, older man who took this job to help pay for his kids' college tuition. When that left him room to sleep is anyone's guess.
Waving again as I left with a bag that contained far more than my intended ingredient, I pulled my hood up over my head to cut some of the chill of the night as I made my way home. Pulling my phone out, I flicked through some music options as I closed the distance to the apartment complex I lived in.
I liked it for the most part, except the neighbors can be loud when I'm trying to sleep. It was cheap and considering I didn't need much more than a bathroom, a kitchen and a sleeping space, the one bedroom efficiency I lived in worked well enough.
I struggled with the bag in my arms, always cursing the fact that I had my keys in the pocket that I decided to carry the bag on, always, before putting the bag down to avoid it ripping. I located my keys, unlocking the main door that was like the gate to the complex before picking my bag up and making sure the door closed behind me.
I hummed to my music, making my way down the hall and choosing the take the stairs to the fourth floor so I could finish listening to the song I was on as well as telling myself I needed the exercise.
I pushed open the door to the stairwell, the damp, chill air always smelling like a basement somehow and started my ascent.
I bopped my head to the music as I took the stairs at my own pace before getting about halfway and reaching for my keys I dumped in the wrong pocket again. I had shifted the bag to my other hip and as I tried to get them out without putting the bag down, my coat caught the corner of the railing and the bottom of the bag ripped out from under me.
I panicked, slapping a hand over my mouth to keep myself from shouting as I watched the cookies I'd hastily grabbed go tumbling down to the next landing down.
Pulling my jacket off, I grumbled as the chill of the air bit right through my pajamas. I wasn't wearing anything underneath them, but I had hoped this would be a quick trip.
I used my coat as a bag, dropping to my hands and knees to grab the assorted items that had scattered across this landing.
In my haste to grab my items quickly, I hadn't heard the door two levels down open. Tying the sleeves of my coat around my items as best I could, I saw footsteps enter my vision before my renegade cookies were handed to me. I flushed pink, apologizing quietly and thanking them for grabbing them for me.
I tried to scoop up my coat to stand but a firm hand held me down.
My heartbeat pounded in my ears.
I know my pajamas were see through.
I hadn't intended to be seen without my coat.
The hand pushed me back until my back hit the wall, the other hand coming to my mouth to stifle the scream I was inhaling for. The scream fell muted and flat in the stairwell as my heart raced so fast it made me dizzy. I watched as the person in front of me knelt down to my level, a finger on his lips indicating for me to be quiet. I panted hard into their hand, tears welling up in my eyes.
The sharp tang of alcohol permeated the air around us coming from the man in front of me and my panic redlined. I was easily half his size. I worked the desk at a sex shop, I wasn't strong. I was already out of breath taking the stairs so the chances of me overpowering this man slipped away the longer he kept his hand pressed to my mouth.
Minutes went by as he squeezed my face between his fingers, testing how much strength it would take for me to open my mouth. I whimpered and panted, the fear coursing through me like white lightning.
Minutes dragged on until he squeezed my cheeks together forcing my mouth open enough for him to grab my tongue with his other fingers.
He traced the wetness of my tongue like he was fascinated with it, keeping his fingers in my mouth to keep me from closing it. Drool ran down his fingers and onto my flimsy pajamas, the act of it spurring him on until he had two fingers stuffed down my throat. I tried not to gag, but the pads of his fingers pressed on the back of my tongue, massaging it and making me heave. The act of me heaving seemed to excite him because he pulled his fingers out of my mouth quickly.
I opened my mouth to scream again, the self preservation in me trying desperately to do something before his hand cracked across my cheek, silencing me. I watched my ear pods clatter to the ground. The crack rang out in the stairwell as his fingers fumbled with the button and fly on his pants.
I shook, the pain of the slap echoing in a confusing wave around my body, grabbing at my pajamas to pull my shirt away from my nipples that were hardening.
By the time I had recovered, his hand was on my jaw again, squeezing my cheeks hard enough to open my mouth. The swollen, bulbous head of his cock was pulsing in my face. I put my hands up on his thighs to stop him but he just shifted to stand over me, pushing me onto my butt. He swiped the head of his cock against my lip before forcing it in my mouth. I whimpered and shivered while he fucked my mouth with just the head of his cock before he paused, dropping a glob of spit onto the shaft before putting another hand on the back of my head, pushing deeper into my mouth.
I held still while he started to slowly fuck my mouth, squeezing my eyes shut and doing my best to breathe. The wet slurpy sounds of him fucking my mouth were all I could hear over the rampaging heartbeat in my ears. He cupped my ears and settled into a solid rhythm, fucking half the length of him in and out of my drooling mouth. There was something about the way his fingers cradled my head that was confusing, like he was caressing me.
It felt intimate.
My body responded.
