She Belongs To Me

Miranda sighed as she finally made it home at 12:30 am exactly after her date. The guy was okay and perhaps they could be friends, but the spark wasn't there. Thankfully he seemed to feel the same way.

The Latina was a lengthy caramel beauty that didn't feel particularly attractive even if plenty of men told her she was. This time she was in a green and white flower dress that made sure her tits were on full display along her bare shoulders. With the dress came bright green diamond-shaped earrings and some teasing heels she was done wearing by now. Thankfully her home was only 3 flights of stairs away before she could finally pass out.

There was just one problem:The perverted asshole of a man on the third floor directly below her room. The 22-year-old had only been there for a few months, but he made sure to constantly talk to her. Miranda hates small talk, but that would be much more preferred than the endless "flirting" he did with being as openly disgusting towards her. It was somewhat impressive how he intercepted her pretty much every time. It made her wonder if was constantly listening in the hallway and memorizing her footsteps. Even when she tried to change up her walking pattern, he still seemed to figure it out. Perhaps there was a camera somewhere. He did seem like that type of sexual creep. The other mystery was what he did for a living as he always seemed to be home. Did he even shop for food? Miranda tried not to overthink about someone like him, but she was somewhat curious about his life.

Once again she would try to quietly walk up the stairs, hoping not to disturb that gross fuck of a man. The sight of his potbelly, ill-fitting clothing mixed with the distinctly annoying voice, and unwashed musky smell of grime and jerking off remained in her mind.

So far, he hadn't opened his door. It was after midnight, he was probably asleep, the woman hoped. She clutched the bottom of her purse roughly to channel her nervousness. Half of her brain was focused on remaining silent while the other was thinking how she could get rid of him given that her landlord had told her, "I will handle it," at least 5 times now. She knew deep inside that the lazy, greedy owner would keep delaying just like he continued to do with the elevator that's been broken longer than she had been there.

Perhaps it was just time to look for a new place entirely.

Miranda fell further into her thoughts. Something is easily done when all that could be heard were her heels on the ground. Thankfully, the sound of a door widening loudly slammed her right back down to earth. The woman was so close. Miranda knew she simply needed to take the last few steps. Instead, that same orc of a man was blocking her from the last flight.

"Hey. I can't talk today." She shifted towards the right side of the widened brown staircase, but the larger man blocked her off there, pretending to be joking.

"Fuck, your tits look so nice in that, Chica. You really know how to get a dick hard. How was your date? Did he pound you? I'm guessing not; otherwise, you wouldn't be here right now." He says in his crude, unapologetic tone. Miranda could only assume he was sleeping as he answered the door in nothing more than boxers...again. His massive, hairy stomach juggled around as much as his oversized bulge did.

"I'm getting tired of this. I told you to stop at least 4 times this week." She says while looking to see if she could fit anywhere in between to get around the asshole. It was a little too cold for her to remain in the lobby.

"Yeah, 4 out of 13 times is pretty small. Even those times it was only because you wanted to get Daddy hard." As he spoke, the scent of him and his apartment finally reached her. Miranda pulled some of her hair behind her ear. Something she did when preparing to do something bold. Meanwhile, the eager fat fuck saw it as her flirting with him.

"Ronald, I'm done with this. You need to move. I need to sleep." Her heart raced a good deal when finally gained enough confidence to walk up closer to that fucker yet again. She wasn't afraid of him and needed to show that.

"Now Honey, you don't have work until Monday. We have plenty of time to fuck around." Ronald told her. His crotch grew more stiff seeing her looking at him confidently and stepping up more. His harassment turned into a game of chicken to see who would back up first.

Miranda made her way up to him and gave the older, ruder white man a shove. At first, she was planning to shove the bastard as hard as she could from him, but once her hands reached his sweaty stomach, she decided to deliver a light push as a warning.

Ronald kept his grin that managed to capture all of his dirty comments up to that point perfectly. His words were always redundant.

"Teasing bitch." He says quickly, snatching the straight hair that reached halfway between her shoulders and chest. It didn't take much for him to turn her around. Miranda gasped before feeling his grubby, sweat-soaked, jerk-off hand crash into her ass.

"L-Let gOOOO!!" she yelled out feeling him smashing the surface of his palm into her firm rear again. She didn't say anything else, but even that earned her another debasing spank that broke her confidence fast. Someone had to have heard the noise, but so far, no one opened it to see what it was.

"Of course, a little whore like you was wet from just that."

"N-No..I...please.."

"Nope. You messed up and got your soon-to-be rapist too hard. You're mine now." He says letting some of his spit fly into her hair. Miranda didn't know what he meant by that until he effortlessly dragged her into his home. The Latina pushed at him weakly a few more times, but he quickly pulled her into his lair and slammed the door shut to lock up with the chain this time.

The woman had run out of potentially helpful words. Everything she said or did backfired.

"L-Look..I can't...I don't think...l.." at some point she gave up shoving all together. She didn't know why, but when Ronald now slapped her across the face hard enough to leave a bright red handprint, the woman was ready to obey.

He tossed her onto his warm and all too sticky-bed. It was at that moment Miranda began to look around at the room. It was no surprise that he was so messy with take-out trays all over and in between the clothing that was haphazardly tossed around the place. His bedroom matched hers when it came to where the walls and windows were, but it looked like her room as if a pornographic hurricane had hit it. Perhaps someone worse from how hot and humid it felt even in the late fall and with no heat on. It was the first time she could smell the warmth as everything had cumdrops on them, wet or dry.

There was a lot to take in within the 10 seconds she did, but eyes immediately caught a good look at his huge boner, tenting his worn boxers that were brought inches from her face.

"Take a second to look at it. Look at how hard you made me. When you're done, you can apologize and take my dick out using your mouth."

Miranda took too long to look at the package, knowing it carried his erection and, currently, his brain. She needed a second to prepare to see the sex organ that evaporated his sense of morality and would press a 30-something man to harass a 20-something woman for months without end. If nothing else, what lay behind his pants was an answer to a few questions.

"I'm sorry for gettin-"

"Cut! Cut! Cut!....put some emotion in it. Sad, happy, angry, or just something. Try again, Chica." Ronald interrupted as quickly as possible.

The lady bit her lip and looked up into his eyes, showing her larger pupils. "I am s-"

"Wait!" He grabbed the top of her dress and pulled down, forceful enough to stretch the fabric all just to have her impressive tits out and on full display, making her wish she wore a bra. "Okay. Now continue."

Giving as sincere a look as possible, she spoke again.

"I am sorry for getting you so hard so many times and teasing you. It won't happen again." She rushed her words some to get her demanded confession out of the way.

Finally, she moved her face towards the rim of cum stained boxers and used her teeth to bite down and pull down the fabric to obey her bully.

Miranda knew what was behind his boxers, yet it still came as a shock to see a huge, unwashed white dick popping out in her face and slapping it. The potbelly pig got a good amount of her sticky cock grease on her face, but it was nothing compared to after he grabbed her by the hair and forced her against the nuts.

At that point, all she could breathe in was his hairy, sweaty balls and the foul, stale cum that coated it. The poor girl needed to inhale constantly as well, thanks to the low-quality oxygen there. The Latina used much of her strength to pull away only to get slammed back between his legs. It only took that one time to finish crushing her will. His stomach was mostly in the way, but he could see her eyes and how they rolled up into the back of her skull.

It was too much. It was as if all of the arousal he had from the stairwell and him constantly jerking off at the thought of this very moment hit her all at once.

To signal her unconditional surrender, she reached up and stroked his backed-up bulldick and gave his vile balls several licks. It was too late to get out.

"Fuck. There we go. I'm serious you teasing little fucktoy. Not a day will go by without Daddy being inside of you. You're going to remember my dick more than you do your name." He says, grunting and drooling his precum directly on her face.

The second she took a break from hand-humping his filthy girth, the bastard pulled his hips back and pushed forward to give her a good taste of his needy knob. It was, if nothing else, unique in its taste. Ronald stuffed her mouth with more of his foul shaft and moaned into the air, loving every second of it.