He dragged me deeper inside my apartment; only letting go of my mouth for a brief second to dead bolt my door. In that moment of freedom I screamed. Not a loud scream, but the kind of noise that leaves your throat when you're too stunned to elevate your voice. A garble, a cough, the sound didn't even reach the hallway. My whisper of a scream stopped right at his ears. My back was pressed against his chest, and I could feel his sweet breath on my ear. He laughed, a sinister laugh that chilled my bones. I could scent cigarettes on his words, and felt a shiver of desire creep down my stomach.
He again removed his hand from my mouth; I took the opportunity to attempt another scream. This time the sound was more guttural; full of fear and contempt. He grabbed my throat from behind and squeezed. All sounds ceased immediately. He told me definitively that if I screamed again he would choke the life out of me. His rough cigarette tainted voice made me wet. A girl like me, getting wet from a man who just threatened to kill her.
I nodded my head and he released his grip. I childishly asked him who he was. He childlishly didn't respond. He moved his hand down my neck, slowly, softly. He moved down to my chest and reached inside the top of my tang top. I wasn't wearing a bra, and he cupped my breast, letting his thumb circle around the hardening nipple. My legs started to get weak and I leaned back into him. He took his other hand off my waist and slid it up my skirt. He was going tortuously slow. At first I tried to resist his touch, but his hand quickly left my breast and was on my throat again, so I gave up easily. His hand reached my panties, and I guess he could feel the heat coming off of me, because he pulled me back tighter to him. I felt his hard cock against my spine. He gently moved my satin pink panties to the side and slid two fingers into my soaking wet cunt.
He was going far too slow, and I wanted more. I asked him in a whisper to take my panties off. He pulled his fingers out from me and turned me around. I looked into the ocean blue eyes of this man, this stranger, and the only thought going through my mind was," fuck me." He kneeled down in front of me and pulled off the only piece of cloth that was separating him from my eager cunt. Next came my skirt, then top, then my inhibitions, my cares, my fears. I wanted this man. I wanted this man with the ocean blue eyes to fuck me till I bled.
I stood physically and emotionally naked in front of him. I was exhilarated, terrified, livid, starving, nauseous, giddy, self conscious, apprehensive, deluded...and a hundred other emotions I can't even name. He pulled me down to the floor and told me to lay on my back. I did so without hesitation or question. He slid his hands up my legs and forcefully spread them apart. I jumped. My legs were shaking as he moved closer. When his hot breath was finally on me, I could feel myself getting wetter still. His tongue was on my clit a moment later. When the sensation hit me I couldn't help but wrap my legs around his shoulders while grabbing his hair and pulling his face into me. My body jerked up and down, and he grabbed my hips trying to hold me in place. I could not be controlled.
The moment before I was about to cum in his mouth he stopped. I let out an aggravated yelp. He moved up my body and put his right index finger in my mouth. I instinctively started sucking and nibbling on it. With his free hand he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He removed his finger from my mouth and stood up to remove the remainder of his clothing. The stranger ordered me to get on my knees. I knew what he wanted and smiled up at him. I could barely fit all of his cock in my mouth, but I tried my hardest. I would take the length of him in my throat, then swirl my tongue around his shaft as I pulled back to the tip. I got completely lost in his salty taste and he groaned his approval.
