"Naomi, please don't go, I'm sorry." Eliot was trying desperately to keep his girlfriend from walking out of his apartment.
"No, Eliot, I'm tired of this. I need space." They'd just had they're fourth fight this weekend, and Naomi needed to distance herself to think.
Naomi was nineteen, a sophomore in college. She was about 5'5", with plenty of curves and c-cup breasts. She had shoulder-length, dark-blonde hair and icy-blue eyes. Her pale skin and perky ass were her favorite features.
Her boyfriend, Eliot, was a complete physical opposite. He stood at 6'1", with dark skin and a firm, wide build. He had thick, pitch-black hair tied back in a Samoan bun and a well-trimmed beard of the same color. His eyes were dark brown, almost black, and they were incredibly kind.
Eliot was a great boyfriend. He was good to her, always listening to her and being respectful. As an atheist, he was surprisingly accepting of her faith. He always complimented her and swore up and down that she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
The problem was that he was too smart for his own good. He was practically a genius, and he knew it. He was aware he suffered from narcissism, but that didn't stop it from affecting his everyday life quite a lot.
He was very stubborn, and if he disagreed with something someone said, he had no problem with expressing that. It was the cause of many of their fights, including the one they'd just had.
"Where are you gonna go?" he asked, genuine concern on his face, wanting to make sure she wasn't leaving without a place to stay.
"I'll probably stay in the dorms," she said. "I might be back tomorrow, but I don't know. I need to think about some things." She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, then left through the front door, leaving him alone.
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Naomi walked up the stairs toward her dorm building. The parking lot was empty. It was winter break, so practically the entire school was deserted for the next two weeks. She still had access to her dorm, but everyone in it, including her roommate, was gone.
Unlocking the door to her room, she walked in and placed her overnight bag on the floor and flopped onto her twin bed. 'That was a really bad fight,' she thought as tears began to cascade freely down her face. Not long after laying down, she drifted off to sleep in the dark room.
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Naomi awoke to a clicking noise. The room was pitch black; she couldn't see anything at all. It sounded like someone trying to unlock the door. They eventually succeeded, opening it, but the light in the hallway had been turned off and she couldn't see them.
"Stephanie?" she said to the dark room, hoping her roommate had decided to stay on campus for break. When she received no response, she spoke again. "Steph, is that you?"
Suddenly, the intruder leapt onto her bed and pinned her on her stomach. It was definitely not Stephanie. "Hey, get off me!" she yelled. The assailant ignored her, yanking her arms behind her back. "Please, let me go!" Naomi suddenly felt a poking sensation on her neck. This person was injecting her with something! "Please! Pl- plea...please..." she trailed off as her body went limp. She didn't lose consciousness, she just lost the strength to fight. She could still move, but she was entirely at her attacker's mercy.
"Mm, that's better," a voice growled in her ear. Realizing it was certainly a male made Naomi panic more. That all but cleared up this creep's intentions. "We're gonna have some fun, Naomi." She froze and her eyes widened when he said her name. This pervert knew her?!
"My name is Casey. You don't know me, but I'm well aware of who you are." When this guy talked, it was so creepy. It sent chills down her spine. "I've wanted you for a long time. You'd never give me the time of day in public, so this became a necessity. I also had to worry about that boyfriend of yours. You looked pretty upset when you pulled up...did you guys have a little spat?"
Naomi wanted to throw up. "Shut up!" she said.
"Aww, you don't wanna talk about it? I understand. We've got other things to attend to anyway." With this, he reached back with his right hand, worked it under her skirt, and began an assault on her crotch through her panties.
"Mmgh," she groaned, hating feeling someone besides Eliot touching her.
"Mm, you like that?" he asked. He circled her folds with his first two fingers, pressing periodically and forcing a moan from her. "Ooh, you're getting wet, I can feel it through your panties. Your honey is sticky," he taunted as her face turned red. He sat up and undid her skirt, throwing it to the ground. He worked his hand down the back of her panties, continuing his attack and simultaneously massaging her rectum with his thumb.
Naomi was absolutely disgusted with what he was doing. Not even Eliot touched her there, she didn't let him. The idea made her feel gross. The worst part was that it was feeling good.
"Mmgh, ungh," she continued letting out strained noises of pleasure, trying to hide them.
Casey again sat up and grabbed her underwear by the waist, yanking it off. Her bottom half was completely exposed to him now. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. He laid on his front and shoved his face in between her thighs, eating her pussy from behind.
"Ungh, ugh, ugh fuck," she moaned. He continuously flicked his tongue across her clit and then shoved it inside her hole. He sucked and ate her lips, nibbling and licking as she writhed in pleasure and disgust. Every once in a while, he moved up and repeated the process on her puckered asshole, causing her to jump and gasp. She'd never felt anything like this.
Casey stopped for a moment, forcing an almost disappointed sigh from her. He turned her on her back and then continued eating her pussy violently.
"Ugh, hngh, hngh, ungh, ugh, ungh, uh, fuck, fuck, oh," she continued as he devoured her soaking crevice. She'd long since wrapped her legs around his head, tangling her fingers in his hair.
He finally ceased after several orgasms and got on his knees between her legs. She didn't remember him removing his pants, but that wasn't what she was focused on. He was enormous. His dick was at least eight inches, maybe nine, and she was terrified. Eliot was only six inches, and this guy was at least twice as thick.
"No..." she pleaded, "no, you can't! I've only had sex with my boyfriend, you can't do this!"
