Let me jump with a distinctive New York story. I live in a walk-up apartment - 6 stories, no elevator, old everything. And like a lot of New Yorkers, we have a live-in superintendent in the building. Now, in theory a live-in superintendent is a majuscule matter : if something breaks or you 're locked out, you just have to go knock on his room access to get avail. I moved into my building 6 calendar month ago and quickly learned that, while it was well-heeled to get help, the super was n't mortal I wanted around.

It started off shortly after I moved in. He was always sitting outside the building, leering at me and the other women who lived there. When I climbed the stairs, I could see him below, craning his neck to look up my skirt. It got worse when matter started to infract in my apartment. He would come in and linger, touching things that he should n't ( like my box of tampons ) and always asking inappropriate question. When he was fixing my swallow hole, he opened a drawer in the bathroom to reveal 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 berth did n't lay off breaking, and the superintendent did n't block leering at me outside of the flat. Finally, I reached my break point. I came home one day to find a half-assed maintenance notice on my threshold. `` Something with the kitchen sump '' had gone amiss, and he had let himself in while I was at study. ferocious, I let myself in and sized up the damage. He was haphazard with his work, and it was no dissimilar with his snooping. My vanity drawer was still one-half opened, panties and toys clearly rummaged through. I took a look at my washables hamper, too, and found that most of the lousy step-in in there had gone missing.

Ready to cry, I decided I needed to get out of there. Unfortunately, I was six calendar month into my lease and did n't have much of an alternative. Instead, I decided to blow off some steam, so I called a friend and headed out to a nearby bar, hoping I 'd never have to return.
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Four hours later, I found myself stumbling back home. I had been pissed, so I was drinking quickly and with abandon. All I could mean then was how badly I needed to pee and to get back into my bed. In my hurry, though, I tripped right over the curb two blocking from my apartment. I went flying, and so did my purse. I quickly scrambled to jostle my holding back in and made my way house. I caught the door of the building as two other tentants were leaving and hiked my way up to the 4th flooring. I paused international 4A and fumbled in my purse for the keys.

Nothing.

I reached in again, more frantically. My earphone was there. So was my pocketbook. And iPod. Everything seemed to be there except the thing I needed most at that here and now. I stood there, knowing that there was only one way into my unit, and that meant ringing the bell to apartment 1, the superintendent. I carefully made my way down the stair, terrified that I might fall and end myself right there. Once at the bottom, I paused again, then raised a quiver hand and knocked twice on the door.

I did n't have to await 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 want to let me in. He told me that he would have to find his master set and that it would be a few minutes. At that point, my bladder interjected and overruled my brain.

'' A few min ? '' I slurred. `` Could I at to the lowest degree use your bath while you look. ``

He flashed a dirty grin at me, but I was in no humour to wait. I rushed in and found the bathroom, closed the door and sat down on the throne. The crying feeling was coming back ; I put my elbows on my knees and rested my caput in my manpower. Just then, I heard something I had not expected - the door opened.

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

I tried to tolerate up and move, but in the tight space and with my pants around my ankles, 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 realism. Fear was starting to take grasp of me, and it seemed there was only one outcome for this spot, so I decided maybe I could hit up a bargain.

'' What do you require ? '' I asked him, fully cognisant of the answer. He responded by taking a footprint forward. His cock brushed against my cheek, smearing pre-cum. Then he paused and thought about it.

'' One nighttime, '' he said. `` One Night, you consent, and I will let you motivate out tomorrow. ``

I was left with an impossible decision. If I said no, it was almost sure that he would rape me, then god-knows-what. If I said yes, I was consenting and had no refuge. But he was going to let me break my term of a contract ... with New York rip, that came out to him relieving over $ 12,000 in future rent burster - and that was $ 12,000 I did n't have. Was it worth one wretched night to never be harassed by him again ?

It appeared he was going to force a decision - he grabbed my hair's-breadth and moved me head back so he could force himself in my throat. Suddenly I found myself exclaiming, `` okay, I 'll do it ! Just do n't anguish me. '' And with that he stood back and let me stand up.

'' Clothes off now, '' he said. I stripped what remained and looked at him. `` Now, '' he said `` you service me this night. I will not postulate no for an answer. Unless, of course, you can deal me a chip for the following six calendar month. ``

I felt myself dripping sweat, unsure just what he was going to push me to do. He walked over and clumsily started to fondle me. First my tit, then down to my slit. He poked his sausage-sized digit in there, trying to go lubrication. Reluctantly, my trunk obliged, and he started rubbing a great deal faster. Much to my consternation, my breath was shortening and I could finger lowly frisson running up my pricker. Just like that, though, his care shifted and he moved to fondling my ass. Without warning, he shoved a barely-lubricated figure into my unconditioned ass. Pain shot through me and I let out a yelp. I could sense his cock jump and smell me against my hip ; I knew then that this was not going to be an easygoing 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 crouch me over some ; at that point, I started to cry. He continued a little while more, then pulled his digit out and told me to abide up. He came over and looked me in my grimace, then stuck the two digit in my oral cavity. I gagged at the perceptiveness and tried to spit them out, but he jammed them deeper. The bout streamed down my cheek, and my nose began to run as drool poured from my oral cavity. I was wondering if I would even go the night.

Realizing that I was losing mastery, I decided I had to assume topic into my own hands, before things got regretful. I dropped to my knee joint - 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 mouth. It filled me More than anything I could remember - not even my 8 '' toy came close. I closed my optic and sucked as he drew back and began ramming my throat. It still smart, but it was bearable, and his hand firmly on my shoulder was starting to feel unspoiled. The tingling sensation came back, and I began to actuate my head back and Forth to match his motions. I had found my end - make him cum, and end this night as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, he caught onto that rather quickly and pulled out before I could make him end. He grabbed me by the tomentum and pulled me up, then led me out of the lavatory and into his bedroom. He closed the door there and locked it, then pushed me onto the bed. I fell onto my venter and he wasted no time following me. often to my surprise, though, I felt his spit plow into my wounded ass. It was a new feeling, and I immediately felt myself getting wetting agent. He licked harder, probing the thin gape, and I arched my hips up to forgather him. Much as I wanted not to, I was grabbing the shroud and writing in pleasure. He started playing with my clit in tandem, and I let out a short circuit groan. With that he reached into a drawer 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 head of the toy in my closely hole. To my surprise, it did n't ache 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 thrust. I could also feel him moving closer to climax - 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 font. I tried to prove my brain up, but he forced himself down, and my tongue met his kettle of fish. I could find the weight of him holding me down, and I got even wetter. Then I went to function on his cakehole - first a entitle probing motility, then unabashed, full-scale licking. He moaned and jammed himself closer ; I responded by probing even deeper until finally he moved his coxa up and substituted his throbbing tool in my mouth. He pushed it even mystifying than before, cutting off my breath. All the while he massaged my wet clit - driving me absolutely insane. He pulled ou long enough for me to catch my intimation, then plunged in again. He held himself in there much, much longer this sentence. I was terrified that I could n't respire, and it made me even wetter. Just as I could feel myself languish, he pulled out and let me respire again.

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

'' Does that intend I can terminate my term of a contract ? '' I asked.

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

For some cause, that gave me break. 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 breadbasket, lifted my ass in the air and wiggled it.

'' We can cover with that in a minute of arc, '' I said `` But there 's one home you have n't gone yet. ``

I walked out of his apartment late that dawn, his cum still dripping out of me and his mark of ownership firmly on my wound ass. When I got nursing home I went to my kitchen sink and broke off the handle. I guess I would need to holler the superintendent .