The fan, set on high, pierced her with what seemed to becool air. The fact was, however, that she was sticky with sweat; her long, darkbrown hair clung feverishly to her forehead in curls that were not usuallythere.
It was an unusually warm day, even for June. Naminay despised the heat, and inan effort to cool down her basement suite, all of the windows were open. Herblack cat, Samantha, lay in a lazy heap on the mattress in the corner of theroom.
Namflopped onto the couch with a Diet Pepsi and turned on the television. She hadrecently graduated from college and quit her job at Starbucks. She didn'treally fit in there anyway-- she hated having to keep her makeup to a minimumin an effort to be just another corporate clone that slaved for the rich.
For a few minutes, the 22-year-old flipped distractedly through the channels,searching for anything to occupy her mind. She needed to think of somethingother than the heat.
Finally she jumped off the couch, licking her lips which were swollen from theheat. She tore off her white tank top and her baggy black pants and threw themin the corner, leaving only a lacy black D-sized bra, black boy-styled briefs,and a cross-laden silver necklace in their stead.
"That's better," She sighed, throwing a quick and pitying glance overat Samantha. The poor thing wouldn't be able to shed her clothes...
***
He was standing outside of her window, holding a hose and spraying the flowers.His mouth opened in surprise as he watched Naminay dispose of her outfit, andhe felt himself blush just a little.
Barry was the landlord of the house and occupied the upstairs with his wife andseven-year-old boy. This was not the first time he noticed his young tenantthrough her window. And it definitely was not the first time he felt himselfgetting hard because of her, either.
Barry was a handsome man, and a well-known one at that. He taught high schoolsciences at the local comp, and being a small town, everyone knew who he was.
So the thoughts that he was having about the young lady in his basement couldnot surface, not ever.
It was so irresistible, however, not to imagine the touch of Naminay. He longedto touch her lengthy, dark brown hair. Since the moment he met the youngstudent, her large, green eyes would not leave his mind. Even with her dark,gothic makeup, something he had never imagined he would enjoy, she wasbeautiful.
He often fantasized about what it would be like. She enjoyed sex, she had tohave. No girl who wore that amount of dark eye liner was a virgin. He wouldwalk downstairs, and knock lightly on the door. She would open, and embrace himwith a kiss, and lead him to her pathetic little mattress in the corner whiletearing off his clothes...
Barry let out a little moan as he watched her walk back to her couch. The smallof her back was glistening with sweat and made way to a perfect little ass. Shewas athletic, but not grossly so.
She sat down cross-legged on the cushion. He had seen her do this before. Itwas just one of the many things that attracted him to her-- so youthful, soignorant. This time, however, she was not wearing any clothes.
He could see some wetness between her legs. More sweat. It should have beenunattractive, but it wasn't. He imagined her wet with other juices-- her own...his...
He shook his head and turned away. What he was doing wasn't right, and it wasdefinitely grounds for some sort of harassment. His wife and son weren't home,he could easily go jerk off in the bedroom and forget all about her.
For a few minutes, anyway.
Wait a second... his wife and son wasn't home.
That, in itself, was a rare occasion. The two, however, were staying overnightat his wife's parents', two houses over.
How long had he peeked into Naminay's window, just waiting for the chance toget down into her room? It wouldn't hurt to say hi, to check up on her. See howthings were going. Apologize for the lack of air conditioning, perhaps?
Not that he regretted that, he though, letting out a quiet chuckle.
Barry took a deep breath and made his way down the steps to Naminay's privateentrance. He swallowed, brushed his sandy hair out of his eyes, and knocked.
***
Naminay frowned in confusion. She didn't have many friends, so a knock at thedoor was not what she was expecting.
"Just a sec!" She shouted at the door, looking at the clothes she hadthrown haphazardly on the floor. She hesitated, then ran to the closet,choosing a silky black robe to put on instead.
She pulled her hair out of the collar of the robe and walked to the door. Sheopened it, with the lock still on.
Her landlord stood on the other side, his face flushed from what she assumedwas the heat. "Oh hey," She said, unlatching the lock. "Come onin."
He flashed her a grin, and stepped inside. "How are you?" Barryasked, in a quiet voice.
"Pretty good," she smiled, wandering over to the fridge. "Want apop?"
"Sure."
Naminay grabbed another Diet Pepsi and watched out of the corner of her eye asBarry sauntered a little further into the room. She had seen him around theyard quite often, barbequing and whatnot. He was quite good-looking, shedecided.
She walked over to hand him the soda. " So what brings you down to mydungeon?" She asked with a laugh.
Barry took the Pepsi from her hand and didn't say a word. He froze for amoment, in lust, in confusion, and for some reason, anger.
"What's wrong?" Naminay asked, confused.
Suddenly, he threw the soda onto the couch and grabbed a hold of her wrist.Naminay gasped, attempting to step backwards. Instead, he yanked her closer.
"What are you doing?!" Naminay exclaimed, in utter disbelief.
He grabbed her throat with his other hand, pulling her close to him. He kissedher roughly on her swollen red lips, his eyes closing, relishing.
"Stop!" She squeaked when she got a breath. Her eyes were wide infear and bewilderment.
He had waited forever to see those eyes this close.
"No." He said, his grip on her wrist and throat not loosening.Instead, he began to force her over to the mattress, causing her to trip andstumble the whole way.
"What are you doing?" She cried again, her eyes welling up withtears.
He didn't bother to reply. He didn't know himself. He had dreamed of doing thisbefore. Mostly to his wife, the cold-hearted bitch. He wanted to rape thatcunt.
He wanted to rape this one.
After nudging the cat out of the way with his toe, he threw her down on thesmall mattress, landing on top of her. He grabbed both of her wrists and heldthem above her head, pressing his pelvis into between her legs. He knew he wasbeing rough.
He didn't care.
"I'll scream..." She whispered, choking on her own voice.
"No you won't." He growled, adjusting his grip so that he held bothof her wrists with one hand.
"I'll tell..." She said, after some hesitation.
He couldn't help but grin. "No one will believe you. So shut up."
Barry pulled apart her robe and grabbed one of her perfectly-shaped breastswith his hand. He squeezed it, hard. So hard that she squeaked in pain.
He kissed her roughly again, then moved his lips over her neck. He licked, andthen he bit.
Naminay cried out.
"Shut up..." He growled, warningly.
"Please..." She begged, openly crying now. "I'll give youwhatever you want..."
He paused what he was doing, and pulled up a little to look her in the eyes.
"This is what I fucking want."
He grabbed her bra at the middle and thrust it up, revealing her large tits.Swiftly he bit down on one of her nipples, flicking it with his tongue. Smilingat her cries.
He reached down and fingered her through her underwear, enjoying the wetnessthat had long soaked through. He didn't have patience, though. He ripped themoff, and thrust two fingers into her pussy, hardly noticing the fact that shewas well trimmed.
"NO!" She exclaimed, but he bit down harder on her nipple, forcingher to quiet.
He roughly jabbed his fingers in and out, in and out, acquiring lubrication. Helifted his head up to see her face, her reaction.
Tears spilled over the corner of her eyes, and Naminay was biting her lip in painand restraint.
Barry shifted, sitting on her stomach. Awkwardly he undid his belt and hiszipper, lowering his jeans and underwear only enough to expose his penis andhis ass.
Naminay's eyes widened in horror. "Oh shit, please, please no..."
It was too late. Barry shifted his weight again, regaining control of hernow-flailing hands. He lowered himself and grabbed onto her upper thigh with ahard grip.
"Please.... please..." Naminay begged, sobbing.
Barry frowned, returning his grip to her throat. Her hands, now free, grabbedonto his forearms, weakly trying to move them.
They would not budge.
The older man pressed the head of his penis between the lips of her vagina.Then, watching her carefully, the thrust in with one hard, quick stroke.
She screamed.
A huge rush flooded Barry's head, and he almost came right there. Instead heswallowed and breathed hard, gaining control over himself.
He tightened his grip on her throat, so that her cries became chokes. She couldstill breathe, he wasn't harming her. Just holding her.
Quieting her.
He began pumping in and out of her.
The squish of his penis thrusting into her wet pussy filled his ears with anoise almost louder than the pulse of his brain. Her sniffles and sobs couldnot be heard by him anymore. He closed his eyes, concentrating on prolongingthe experience.
"Fuck. I- like- fucking- you-" He grunted with each push. He openedhis eyes, watching her carefully. The terror on her face, the glassiness of herbeautiful green eyes. It made him want to fuck her harder, faster.
Her grip on his forearms were becoming weaker and weaker and she stared at himhelplessly. The sides of her face and her hair was soaking in tears and sweat.
Naminay's hot pussy squeezed the sides of his shaft, a reaction, an instinct,an attempt to push him out of her body. She could feel his full ten inchesinside of her, bursting through a barely-used vagina. It hurt, more than thefirst time she had ever had sex.
He grinned at her, in what seemed to be a sinister way. He grunted with everythrust, his knees holding up his body and his hand holding her throat.
"You fucking like this, don't you." He growled. It was more of ademand, than a question.
He pulled out of her, pausing for a moment, resting the swollen head of hisdick against her pussy lips.
He watched her, and felt guilty at the sense of hope that seemed to come overher face. He smiled once more, however, and quickly pushed himself back in.
She cried out once more. Naminay closed her eyes, slowly giving up herstruggles.
This time, Barry lowered herself so that he lay flat on top of her. Hepropelled himself in and out even faster than before, his bare ass raising andlowering so quickly it almost blurred.
His jeans chaffed at the inside of her legs, but she tried to ignore it, triedto ignore the feeling of his large dick inside of her.
Her nipples were swollen and perky, and he couldn't help but take the chance toclamp down on one of them once more. She let out a small squeak, and quieteddown again.
He held her nipple with his front teeth, as he fucked her, in and out, fast.His tongue flicked over her nipple a couple times, and then he sucked it.
He did this back and forth, several times.
It was then that he could feel himself begin to cum.
He got back on his knees again, slowing his pace, but making it harder."You -fucking-like it-" He grunted.
"You-fucking-slut-"
It was at this last moment he shut his eyes, coming with one last, loud grunt.He felt himself shoot inside of her, and fucked her harder and harder as heexpelled his juice.
Naminay gasped, feeling herself fill up. A million thoughts came to her mind--what if she got pregnant? What if he hurt her?
What if he was going to kill her?!
He thrust two more times, and then collapsed on top of her with a sigh. Hishand fell from her neck, and she lay there beneath him, frightened, confused.
After what seemed to be an eternity, he lifted his head up. Without looking ather, he pulled out, and pushed himself up with his hands. He pulled up hispants, and did up his belt and his zipper.
Barry headed for the door, throwing one last glance at the girl behind him.There she lay, red and crying, completely slumped into the mattress as if withno energy. The blankets, which had been bunched up with their movements, lookedas if to swallow her.
Her large green eyes stared at him in fear, in loathe. She was shaking andsweating, but did not move.
"Don't you fucking tell," He said.
And with that, he was gone.
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