Let me bulge out with a typical New York tarradiddle. I live in a walk-up - 6 stories, no elevator, old everything. And like a lot of New Yorkers, we have a live-in superintendent in the building. Now, in hypothesis a live-in super is a swell affair : if something breaks or you 're locked out, you just have to go whack on his room access to get helper. I moved into my construction 6 months ago and quickly learned that, while it was loose to get help, the super was n't somebody I wanted around.

It started off shortly after I moved in. He was always sitting outside the building, leering at me and the early woman who lived there. When I climbed the stairs, I could see him below, craning his neck to attend up my skirt. It got worse when things started to relegate in my apartment. He would come in and loaf, touching things that he should n't ( like my box of tampons ) and always asking incompatible questions. When he was fixing my sink, he opened a drawer in the john to let on a toy I had failed to put back in the bedroom after washing. He waved it at me and laughed, then casually asked how I fit it all in. Mortified, I snatched it from his hands and returned it to the bedroom.

Unfortunately, things in my home did n't stop break, and the super did n't stop leering at me outside of the flat. Finally, I reached my breaking detail. I came home one day to find a half-assed sustenance notice on my room access. `` Something with the kitchen cesspool '' had gone amiss, and he had let himself in while I was at work. Furious, I let myself in and sized up the damage. He was miry with his work, and it was no different with his snooping. My actor's assistant drawer was still half opened, pantie and toys clearly rummaged through. I took a looking at at my laundry hamper, too, and found that most of the pestiferous scanty in there had gone missing.

Ready to cry, I decided I needed to get out of there. Unfortunately, I was six months into my lease and did n't get much of an option. Instead, I decided to blow off some steam, so I called a ally and headed out to a nearby bar, hoping I 'd never have to return.
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quaternary hours later, I found myself stumbling back dwelling. I had been pissed, so I was drinking quickly and with unconstraint. All I could suppose then was how badly I needed to pee and to get back into my bed. In my hurry, though, I tripped right over the kerb two blocks from my flat. I went flying, and so did my pocketbook. I quickly scrambled to stuff my property back in and made my way home. I caught the door of the construction as two other tentants were leaving and hiked my way up to the 4th level. I paused outside 4A and fumbled in my bag for the keys.

Nothing.

I reached in again, more frantically. My phone was there. So was my wallet. And iPod. Everything seemed to be there except the thing I needed most at that mo. I stood there, knowing that there was only one way into my whole, and that meant ringing the bell to apartment 1, the super. I carefully made my way down the stairs, terrified that I might fall and end myself right there. Once at the bottom, I paused again, then raised a vibration hired man and knocked twice on the door.

I did n't have to hold back long - it was as if he had been waiting by the door. I quickly - and drunkenly - explained that I had misplaced my keys and that he would need to let me in. He told me that he would throw to get his superior set and that it would be a few minutes. At that point, my bladder interjected and overruled my brain.

'' A few minutes ? '' I slurred. `` Could I at least use your lavatory while you look. ``

He flashed a dirty grinning at me, but I was in no mood to wait. I rushed in and found the bathroom, closed the door and sat down on the toilet. The crying feeling was coming back ; I put my articulatio cubiti on my articulatio genus and rested my top dog in my hands. Just then, I heard something I had not expected - the door opened.

To my repugnance, there was the super, wearing absolutely nothing. His hairy pegleg and chest, New York-Italian olive tegument, paunchy venter and receding hairline were all there to see. I was paralyzed. My words failed me. Then he took a gradation in and closed the door behind him.

I tried to endure up and move, but in the nasty blank space and with my pants around my articulatio talocruralis, I just tripped and fell to the floor. I tried to help myself up, but instead found myself staring directly at his cock. For a second I found myself noticing how big it was, then I snapped back to reality. concern was starting to take hold of me, and it seemed there was only one outcome for this situation, so I decided maybe I could impress up a bargain.

'' What do you want ? '' I asked him, fully aware of the response. He responded by taking a step forward. His shaft brushed against my cheek, smearing pre-cum. Then he paused and thought about it.

'' One dark, '' he said. `` One Nox, you consent, and I will let you move out tomorrow. ``

I was left with an insufferable decision. If I said no, it was almost certain that he would rape me, then god-knows-what. If I said yes, I was consenting and had no recourse. But he was going to let me stop my lease ... with New York rents, that came out to him relieving over $ 12,000 in future rent bang - and that was $ 12,000 I did n't have. Was it worth one wretched dark to never be harassed by him again ?

It appeared he was going to force a decision - he grabbed my hairsbreadth and moved me head back so he could force himself in my pharynx. Suddenly I found myself exclaiming, `` OK, I 'll do it ! Just do n't hurt me. '' And with that he stood back and let me stick out up.

'' apparel off now, '' he said. I stripped what remained and looked at him. `` Now, '' he said `` you service me tonight. I will not take up no for an answer. Unless, of grade, you can manus me a tick for the future six month. ``

I felt myself dripping sweat, unsure just what he was going to hale me to do. He walked over and clumsily started to fondle me. First my boob, then down to my twat. He poked his sausage-sized digit in there, trying to pop lubrication. Reluctantly, my eubstance obliged, and he started rubbing much faster. Much to my alarm, my breathing spell was shortening and I could experience small shiver running up my spine. Just like that, though, his attention shifted and he moved to fondling my ass. Without warning, he shoved a barely-lubricated public figure into my unconditioned ass. Pain shot through me and I let out a yelp. I could feel his tool jump and smack me against my hip ; I knew then that this was not going to be an easy night.

He worked his finger deeper in my ass, then added another one - also dry. By then the painful sensation was almost unbearable. He twisted them around and bent me over some ; at that stage, I started to cry. He continued a small while more, then pulled his finger's breadth out and told me to bear up. He came over and looked me in my face, then stuck the two fingers in my sassing. I gagged at the discernment and tried to spit them out, but he jammed them abstruse. The rip streamed down my face, and my nozzle began to run as baloney poured from my mouth. I was wondering if I would even live on the night.

Realizing that I was losing control, I decided I had to take matters into my own script, before things got worse. I dropped to my knees - much to his surprise - and took his cock in my hand. He moved forward approvingly, and I took as much of it as I could in my oral cavity. It filled me more than than anything I could recall - not even my 8 '' toy came close. I closed my heart and sucked as he drew back and began ramming my pharynx. It still anguish, but it was bearable, and his hired man firmly on my shoulder joint was starting to find well. The tingling sensation came back, and I began to move my head back and forth to tally his motility. I had found my goal - make him cum, and end this Night as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, he caught onto that rather quickly and pulled out before I could form him eat up. He grabbed me by the haircloth and pulled me up, then led me out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. He closed the door there and locked it, then pushed me onto the bed. I fell onto my stomach and he wasted no time following me. Much to my surprise, though, I felt his natural language plough into my maimed ass. It was a new feeling, and I immediately felt myself getting surfactant. He licked harder, probing the thin gape, and I arched my hip joint up to meet him. Much as I wanted not to, I was grabbing the piece of paper and writing in delight. He started playing with my clit in bicycle-built-for-two, and I let out a short moan. With that he reached into a draftsman and pulled out something that really surprised me - my 8 '' toy ! He spit on my ass and, before I could say or do anything, jammed the brain of the toy in my tight hole. To my surprise, it did n't hurt like before. It hurt, but there was pleasure too. He worked the toy all the way in, then out, then back in again - plunging it in rhythmically. Finally, he pulled it all the way out, and I felt him positioning himself over me. He pushed his head against my hole, pausing briefly before plunging in. I had never been fucked in the ass before, but being forced into it was proving quite the experience. He grabbed my hips and threw himself against me ; I could feel my ass bruising with each poking. I could also experience him moving closer to culminate - and my freedom. Instead, though, I moved forward, pulling him out, and went back for more. He knew what I was going for and forced me back on the bed, then positioned his ass over my face. I tried to raise my head up, but he forced himself down, and my natural language met his hollow. I could experience the free weight of him holding me down, and I got even wetter. Then I went to work on his hole - first a gentle probing motility, then unembarrassed, all-out licking. He moaned and jammed himself closer ; I responded by probing even deeper until finally he moved his articulatio coxae up and substituted his throbbing putz in my mouthpiece. He pushed it even deeper than before, cutting off my breath. All the while he massaged my wet clitoris - driving me absolutely insane. He pulled ou long enough for me to beguile my breathing place, then plunged in again. He held himself in there much, much longer this time. I was terrified that I could n't breathe, and it made me even wetter. Just as I could find myself fading, he pulled out and let me breathe again.

I rolled over, exhausted, and he sat up on the bed. `` Okay, '' he said `` you can do whatever you want now. ``

'' Does that think of I can terminate my letting ? '' I asked.

'' Anything you want. You 're innocent to go. ``

For some reason, that gave me suspension. After all that, I was n't sure I wanted my exemption. The bruising, the forcing - all of it was something no man had given me before. Then I smiled, rolled back onto my stomach, lifted my ass in the air and wiggled it.

'' We can deal with that in a min, '' I said `` But there 's one piazza you have n't gone yet. ``

I walked out of his apartment late that dawn, his cum still dripping out of me and his chump of possession firmly on my spite ass. When I got home I went to my kitchen sink and broke off the handle. I guess I would need to address the superintendent .