I was living in an apartment for a while that was nothing special but it was clean and it suited my needs at the time. One thing that this apartment had was a shared laundry which was down the hall from my unit. One day I went to pick up some laundry that I had drying and I left my door unlocked, which I did often. When I picked my laundry up, I got into a discussion with another tennant that lasted 2 or 3 minutes, then proceeded to go back to my place.
As I entered the apartment I heard some movement inside and it didn't really make sense to me. It was definitely someone moving clumsily in my apartment but that didn't compute because it was just me there. I was standing in the way of the only exit but as I stepped into the apartment I got a clear view of a little waif trying to get out onto the patio. Well, my habit is to leave a cut off broom handle in the runner of the patio door so that nobody could get in from outside if they had a mind to.
Looking from the little thing struggling with the patio door, then down to a bag that she had half-filled with my stuff in the middle of the floor and back again, it dawned on me that she was robbing me. More aptly, she had been trying to before I interrupted her. My thoughts were all in slow motion. "Oh shit!" she said as she pulled the door once more and it didn't open any wider than the 2 inches that it was already open - the broom handle was doing a great job. I dropped my laundry basket.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?" I asked her as my anger started to build. As she pulled again on the door I said loudly, but not shouting "Hey! You can't get out that way. I'm calling the cops." as I pulled out my phone.
"Oh no...don't do that. This is just a mistake." she was scrambling.
"A mistake? You mistakenly collected a bunch of my stuff," I countered.
I had turned and locked my door, then took the couple of strides to get back in to face her. She was still holding the patio door handle but not pulling on it any more and looking rather pitiful in her helplessness. "Don't call the cops. Please." she said sounding desperate. "Just let me leave. I'll never come near here again."
"Oh I can't just let you leave after attempted burglary." I stated very matter of factly.
"Please!" I'll do anything you want." she begged, and I thought to myself 'Well, those are the magic words'.
"Tell me why I shouldn't call the them." I said holding my phone in my hand.
"I can't get any more charges." she said "I'll be so screwed. I'm on probation."
"Yes but that has nothing to do with me." I explained "I need something to convince me to not get the police involved."
Looking her over as she explained her plight, I noted that she was about 5 feet tall, thin, lots of dark eye make-up, what seemed to be bleached white hair with a black streak on one side, cut shorter than shoulder length. "I'll do ANYTHING that you want." she emphasized, "Just please don't call the cops." She wore yoga type pants and she was wearing a t-shirt. She had nothing under the t-shirt and I could see her nipples sticking out. Just a tiny bit of tit, most would say flat but nipples at attention. Full lips in a bit of a tight pout, perhaps accentuated by the tense situation at the moment.
"So what do you mean when you say that you'll do anything that I want if I don't call the cops?" I questioned, "I have these security cameras that I can show them." and I pointed to one on the ceiling. The cameras were left there by a previous tenant and weren't even hooked up other than that they were 'wired in' so that a little light blinked once in a while to show that they were powered up.
"Ok, I mean anything!" she quickly explained, "I'll go to jail for a while with another charge. Please don't call them. Please!" I stood in silence, thinking for 5 seconds or so. "Anything." she pleaded. I felt my dick pulse and lengthen a little.
"How old are you?" I asked, slowly walking over to her, looking at her full lips as I put my phone in my pocket. She reached up and held the handle of the patio door again.
"I'm 20." she responded "Please, I can't go to jail."
"And anything?" I asked reaching up and rubbing my hand with my palm flat over her little tit, noticing that the nipple was very firm. She looked at me and recoiled a little but didn't say a word - just an audible shakey inhale. "Anything?" I said again reaching across to her other hard nipple and palming it. The firmness of her nipples was unreal and felt like a lump under her shirt. My cock moved noticeably in my sweat shorts.
She recoiled a bit again backing herself right up against the patio door. "Yeah anything." she said softly after a significant pause. My dick lurched up, lengthening again and I saw it move since I was looking down at her chest. I was sure that she saw it too. I hadn't had sex in a few months and I was really feeling it. My thoughts were getting cloudy now that this situation had presented itself.
"You aren't going to like it." I said as I edged toward her a little more and she looked up at me. "What's your name?" I asked as I reached for her little tits with both hands, rubbing them through her t-shirt.
"I go by Mouse." she said pushing my hands away.
"Oh because you are small?" I asked
"I guess so." she answered.
"And what is your real name?" I continued.
"Amanda." she said quietly.
"Well Amanda, I am Kevin. And you say 'anything' but you push my hands away when I touch you." I explained "What's that about?" And I put my hands on her tiny tits again. The nipples were so firm that they almost felt like plastic jewelry or something through her shirt.
"Yeah, I said 'anything' but that doesn't mean that I have to like it or just give it up." she said defiantly, pushing my hands away again.
"I see." my response was calm but after a few seconds pause I suddenly grabbed her and she let out a surprised yelp as I pulled her toward me. She put her arms up to keep me from getting her body right up against me.
I held her to me and with both of us breathing hard, I said lowly as I squeezed her ass with one hand, "Amanda, I am going to fuck you a bunch of times, then you can go." and I started moving my hands over her, groping and rubbing. "It's either that or the cops. What do you think about that?" and I turned her so that she was facing away from me, I felt her hard nipples with one hand and rubbed her between her legs through her thin stretch pants with the other. My cock was pushing hard now against my clothes, tangled in my shorts and it had pushed the right pant leg out.
"I just can't go to jail." she replied as she pulled at my wrists.
"Are you a virgin?" I asked, working my hand up her shirt to feel those nipples without a barrier.
"No!" she shot back quickly, one of her hands pulling ineffectively on that arm now too.
"Are you on birth control?" I continued questioning and I pushed my other hand inside the waistband of her stretchy tights and pushed my hard bulge up against her ass.
"No." she answered, once again, her hands getting in the way of mine to keep them from going down her pants.