The Dark room

It all starts with him whistling at you when you are climbing the stairs to your floor. “Hey there, human, care to show me your slutty pussy again?” His words are humiliating and I hate my pussy for getting instantly wetter.

“Shush!” You turn around, anger boiling inside of you. “Shut up, you asshole! I’m not fucking you ever again.”

“That’s what you always say but then you come back for more… Either I have a wonderful dick or you are a slutty human,” he teases. You are about to respond when he cuts you: “WAIT! It’s both! I do have a great dick, and you are super slutty.”

“I’m not super slutty!” You retort, rage coloring your words as you stomp your way upwards. Why did you choose to take the stairs today? Why couldn’t you take the fucking elevator?

He laughs very loudly, mouth open wide enough that you’re pretty sure he could fit your whole head there if he wanted to. It’s weird and creepy, and why the fuck is your pussy tingling in anticipation of seeing that? Ugh. Traitor.

“Come on, human, don’t lie to yourself. I can smell your pussy getting wet even now. You are a slutty human, you can accept it, there’s nothing wrong with it.” The amusement in his tone is like kryptonite to you. It annoys you but also makes you horny.

“Leave me alone,” you tell him finally, stomping harder on your way up.

“Awww, don’t be like that…” You don’t hear him moving before he’s right by your side, arms caging you against the wall as you gasp in surprise. “Give me a kiss and I’ll let you go,” he teases, his too big tongue licking your cheek as you let out a disgusted sound.

You know it would never end with a kiss. “No way.”

“Just one tiny peck and I’ll leave, I promise.” He nuzzles your cheek and you sigh in defeat. He’s not going to disappear, and deep down you know you want that kiss.

You move fast, pecking at his lips in a chaste kiss that makes you feel completely unsatisfied. “There. Happy?”

“That’s not a kiss, and you know it,” it’s all he says.

His hands find the back of your head, and he tilts it back until you can’t look away. He bites your bottom lip and licks it slowly. You are panting already. When he claims your mouth in a kiss, your legs tremble under you and his hands pull at your hair, making you moan as his smile breaks the kiss.

“There’s the little slut I like,” he whispers against your lips.

He turns your body around and presses you against the wall. He’s palming your boobs roughly, pulling at the neck of your shirt until it tears and he can touch your boobs skin to skin. You let out a whorish moan, and he chuckles behind you.

“You like when I’m a bit rough, don’t you?” You huff in fake annoyance and he laughs. “That’s okay, you don’t need to accept it. I know it’s true. The same way I know I’m going to pull your pants down and find your pussy ready to be filled with my cum, like the good little slut you are.”

You don’t dignify his words with an answer, but there’s no need, because he’s pulling your pants and panties down enough to touch your bare pussy, and the truth is right there for him to laugh at. You are soaking wet. Humiliation burns heavy in your belly as he laughs behind you.

He moves your body until you are bent over the railing, looking down at the empty space as he positions himself behind you. You hear the rustling of fabric before you feel the tip of his cock against your hole. You let out a loud gasp when he plunges into your wet core.

He doesn’t let you adjust, he only covers your mouth with his big hand and starts thrusting at a fast pace that makes your eyes roll back into your head. You barely recognize you are in a common area, that somebody could walk right in, but he doesn’t let you forget it.

“What a good slut for me. You love when I fuck you like this, don’t you? You love being exposed, knowing anyone could walk out right now and see you presenting your sweet pussy for me.” You moan, his words beyond embarrassing as you push your ass back against him, feeling his dick hitting so deep… “Tell me how good it feels, tell me you like being my little slut.”

“No.”

“Oh, slut, you shouldn’t have said that,” he says with a manic laugh that makes your pussy gush around him.

His pace becomes frantic and punishing, his hands on your hips as he fucks you like a machine. Not caring about the bruises he’s leaving there, not caring about someone hearing or someone walking on you two fucking. He has not a single care in the world as he fucks you raw right there.

And much to your embarrassment… You don’t care either.

You are pushing your ass back, wanting more, wanting it harder. His dick hits every angle and pleasure point at once, as if it’s magic, and you can’t cover your mouth to stop the obscene noises from escaping. You keep chanting ah ah ah with each thrust as he seeks his own orgasm, not ever touching your clit.

You reach down to help yourself, and he encourages you. “Come on, little slut. Rub that pretty clit, let me feel your cunt squeeze around my dick.” His crude words throw you over the edge.

You scream your release as he thrust a dozen more times into you before he pulls back enough to spill right over your messy pussy. It feels nasty, and you feel pleasure aftershocks because of it. It’s filthy and incredibly hot, and makes you come harder than ever. He always makes you come harder than ever.

He’s tucking himself in when you turn around, frowning. He doesn’t even flinch as you tell him: “You are an asshole.”

“Always a pleasure to encounter you, neighbor,” he laughs as he pulls your panties and pants up. “I’ll buy you a new shirt.” The mess of his come and your juices sticking uncomfortably to your pussy as he disappears, leaving you there: tits exposed and pussy still clenching.