Joy had moved into her New York studio apartment only a year ago. She was a 22 year old girl, fresh out of college working a fancy job in computer science. She worked hard throughout highschool and college, focusing on school over social life. For that reason she had never had a boyfriend nor had she ever had sex. Despite being new to the workforce, she made enough money to live in a nicer part of town on the Lower East side. There were 5 or 6 other people who lived on her floor, among them James.
James was a single 42 year old man with dirty blond hair and blue eyes, living next door, and pretty handsome for his age, 6 ft and pretty fit. He also had a very contagious confidence, politely introducing himself when she moved in. She would sometimes even get the sense that he found her attractive... he was playful when they'd bump into each other getting the mail or using the laundry room, or catching each other pass in the hall. She didn't realize how often he was checking her out. She found him attractive, but was often too self conscious to make a move.
It was midsummer and Joy was going out with some friends to a local bar, nothing fancy. She wore a light summer T shirt and a flirty and flowy short denim little skirt she absolutely loved. The outfit looked great on her 5'3 130 lbs frame, her DD boobs standing out despite the T shirt. She took a look at her phones clock to see she was running late due to putting on a bit of lip gloss and mascara. She quickly grabbed her bag and dashed out the door, not caring about her lack of panties.
At the bar she had two drinks, getting a slight buzz, and losing her inhibitions just a bit. She and her friends chatted at the bar about life in the city, their jobs, their relationships. Joy said she had been wanting to have sex for the first time, but has only had time to date minimally and found she didn't like any guys enough to keep dating, past the first three dates. They got a few more drinks did some dancing before Joy walked with a friend a block away to her apartment, still slightly tipsy. She had such a great time that by the time she got to her hallway, she was in good spirits, still dancing.
James, about to head to the laundry room to pick up his freshly laundered clothing, walked out of his apartment door to find her dancing down the hall in that little skirt and T shirt.
"How was your night? Looks like you had a good time." James said grinning.
"It was gooooooood" Joy said, not holding back her flirty tone. Joy took out her keys to open her door.
"I bet you get plenty of attention dressed like that, Joy" James said, his eyes roaming all over her body.
Joy laughed and did a cute little curtsy "What do you mean James? This lil skirt?" she giggled "its nothing special". Starting to put her keys in the lock, she looked back and James with a playful and slightly flirty grin.
Being slightly tipsy, she accidentally dropped the keys, and swiftly bent over to pick them up. She didn't realize that her short little skirt didn't cover her ass and bare shaven pussy as she bent over, but James, standing behind her certainly did.
He felt his pants get tight. After seeing Joy around for almost a year, constantly teasing him, with her hot little young body, the moment he saw her tight little pussy he could no longer hold back. He moved closer, putting his hand over hers taking the keys. She felt a tiny jolt of electricity at his brief touch.
"You seem to be having a little trouble, let me" he said, dominantly. Flustered, she let him open the door for her. She brushed past him slightly as she walked in, her face a little red from the closeness.
"Goodnighhht, James", she said in a cutesy sing song voice as she started to close the door. He stopped the door before it closes. She looked a bit surprised as he walked in.
"I will give you a little help getting ready for bed" He said, closing and locking the door behind him.
"James... that's not necessary" said Joy, feeling uncomfortable and nervous. James wasted no time, pushing her against the wall adjacent to the door, pinning her against it.
"What are you d-" said Joy, cut off by his mouth on hers, one of his hands on one of her breasts, kissing her hard. Joy pushed against his chest, scared.
"Stop it! What are you doing?" she asked, confused and nervous.
"What I am doing," said James "is showing you what happens to naughty little girls that tease men." He picked her up over his shoulder with ease, carrying her to her bed as she struggles and kicks. His hand holds her in place under her skirt, on the bare skin of her ass. She is scared, but feels her body respond to his touch.
He threw her down on the bed, fucking her with his eyes. She looked at his intense expression, moving backwards, then turning to try and crawl away on the bed to get away, as he quickly removes his belt. He grabbed her wrists before she got far, looping the belt around both wrists, and tightening them so she is bound, making her gasp. He then grabbed her hips and pulls her closer, her ass facing him. He grabs two pillows, lifting her to put them under her hips, raising her ass to him.
Joy, who had been gasping and squirming the whole time, was now helpless and vulnerable, hands bound behind her back, knowing full well her pussy was on display. Despite herself her little shaven cunt had been responding to his touch, and glistened slightly with her juices.
"Stop" cried Joy.
Letting her feel his weight over her, and his bulge against her bare ass, he leaned in and whispered in her ear. "I can be a lot rougher than this Joy, so be a good girl."
She squirmed, trying to get out, as he pressed her head down into the bedsheets. He used his hand to force her thighs open, fully exposing her wet little cunt. She gasps, squirming, trying to close her legs, her face red.
"Please...stop" said Joy, struggling.
"I have needed to use your body since you moved in, and now I am going to enjoy you." James said, an aggressive edge in his voice. She heard the sound of his zipper being undone from behind her.
