An Unwanted Boyfriend

Heather awoke to her alarm at 7:30 and, as usual, hit the snooze button. She had never been a morning person and found it almost impossible to get out of bed at the first buzzer. She rolled back over and pulled the covers over her head. Fifteen minutes later, the annoying buzzer sounded again. This time she forced herself to sit upright and placed her pretty bare feet on the carpet. She shivered slightly and rubbed her eyes.

Tossing the covers aside, she stood up and walked across the room to her bathroom. Slipping her nightgown and thong panties off, she stood in front of the full-length mirror and admired herself. Men had always said Heather had a natural beauty. She tended to agree with them...She brushed her shoulder length blonde hair out of her eyes and looked at herself from head to toe. Her face was well shaped and her big brown eyes perfectly offset her cute nose and somewhat pouting mouth. Her neck was long and slender. Her breasts were large but not obscenely big. Her nipples were hard in the morning chill. Her stomach was flat and smooth with a small, perfectly shaped bellybutton. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed but not shaved bare. Her legs were long and well defined. Her feet were petite and well manicured... She used lotion on them daily to keep them soft. Turning around and looking over her shoulder, she admired her long back and well-rounded butt. Smiling to herself, she quietly gave thanks for her good genetics. It would just suck to be ugly, she thought. Giggling, she stepped into the tub and turned on the water...

Glancing at the clock, she realized it was almost 8:00. Her shift at the office started at 8:30. If she didn’t hurry she would be late again. Her boss was already on her butt for her frequent tardiness. She didn’t want to deal with his bull today. She hurried out of the bathroom and started down the stairs to the living room.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. The sound startled her and she froze on the stairs. Who would be ringing the doorbell at this hour? On tip-toes, she proceeded down the stairs and quietly moved towards the peephole. Looking out, she gasped aloud. It was the creepy guy she met at the club on Saturday night. She tried to remember his name... Steve or Sam... something like that. How in the hell did he find out where she lived? She had danced with him for a few minutes and made small talk... let him buy her a drink. Ultimately, she had given the creep a fake telephone number and said goodbye. There was something about him that made her uncomfortable. Certainly, she didn’t expect to see him at her front door at 8:00 on a Monday morning.

He rang the bell again. She watched him rub his bald head and peer at her front door. It almost seemed like he could see her peeking through the eyehole. She knew that was impossible but, she felt uncomfortable just the same. She stood back away from the door and held her hands across her breasts. What would she do? She didn’t want to open the door but she was going to be late for work. She just wanted him to go away. She heard movement outside her door and she bent forward and peeked through the eyehole again. She saw him stand up as if he had been leaning over and then he turned around and walked away. Thank God! She waited a couple of minutes until she heard him start his car and drive away. What a psycho, she thought to herself.

Hesitantly, she unlocked the door and opened it a crack. On the ground outside, she saw what appeared to be a dozen roses. She opened the door and bent down to pick up the bundle of flowers. There was a note on the bouquet and she quickly opened the small envelope and took out the card.

The note read: “Thank you for Saturday night- Love, Steve.”

Heather shuddered. What did he mean by saying thank you? All she had done was have a dance and a drink with him. It wasn’t like a real date or anything... Heck, she didn’t even know the jerk! How did he find out where she lived and where did he get off saying “Love, Steve”?

Heather tossed the flowers and the note into the kitchen wastebasket and quickly went outside, closing the door behind her. She hurried to her car... she couldn’t be late again.

She arrived at the office at 8:32. Her boss, Mr. Reynolds, was waiting for her at the time clock. “Well, well... Ms. Fields... late again, I see.” He stood with his arms folded across his chest. “I think we’ve had this discussion more than once, young lady.”

Heather hated how he called her “young lady”. She batted her long lashes at him and frowning said, “Yes sir, I know, but I had a real problem this morning... I hurried to get here but the traffic...”

He cut her off, “This is your final warning, young lady. Now get clocked in and get to your desk. Can’t you hear the phones ringing?” Mr. Reynolds turned on his heel and stormed off. What a complete prick, she thought to herself.

The day went by fast. The phones rang constantly and, as usual, Heather felt like she was always behind schedule. She would finish one task only to realize there were a dozen other things yet to be done. She was so busy that she didn’t have a chance to think about the jerk showing up at her apartment at the crack of dawn, uninvited. By the time five o’clock rolled around, the events of the morning had faded away and seemed like a distant dream. Heather was so happy to clock out. She just wanted to get home and take a hot bubble bath and unwind.

On the drive home, she cranked up the radio and let the music take her mind off the day’s events. Heather loved Hip-Hop and it always made her feel good. She danced in the seat along with the music and tapped her hands on the steering wheel. She was smiling as she pulled into her parking lot.

Heather got to her front door and fumbled for her keys. Just as she was unlocking the door, a voice startled her. “Hello, sweetie.” She turned around to see Steve standing directly behind her. His bald head glistened with beads of sweat and there was something in his stance which caused her discomfort.

Heather‘s stomach dropped. “Hi, Steve. It’s a surprise seeing you here. How did you find my apartment?” Heather crossed her hands across her chest and looked nervously at the tall bald man standing in front of her.

“Did you get my flowers?”, he asked.

“No...what flowers?”, Heather lied. She nervously scanned the parking lot, hoping to see one of her neighbors.

Steve took a step towards her. “The ones I left on your doorstep this morning. You know. It was when you were looking out the little eyehole over there.”, he gestured towards her door and grinned.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand. I don’t recall you being here at all.”, Heather stammered. She was starting to get scared. The nerve this guy had...

“It’s okay, sweetie. I know you’re just a little nervous. I told you on Saturday after our dance that I felt we had a connection. You probably thought I was just running a line past you. That’s understandable. You’re a very pretty girl and I’m sure men are always flirting with you.”, Steve smiled. “Aren’t you going to ask me in, honey?”

“Well, this isn’t really a good time... I had a long day at work and I think I just want to be alone.” Heather looked at him nervously. “Maybe you could call me later?”

“I tried calling you yesterday but the number you gave me was wrong. Maybe you just wrote it down wrong. You were a little tipsy on Saturday.” He placed a large hand on her shoulder and turned her towards the door. “Here. Let me carry this for you.” Before Heather knew what had happened, Steve had her purse and was coaxing her towards the door. “You just need to sit down and relax. You seem a little tired.” He opened the door and, with his hand on the small of her back, pushed her inside.

Heather stood nervously in the hallway and watched Steve close the door behind them. She noticed that he locked both deadbolts. He walked into the living room and sat her purse on the table.

“Well, come on in, sweetie. Take your shoes off and get comfortable.” Steve motioned for her as he sat down on the couch. “You’ve had a long day.”

Heather was terrified and she had to pee. “Steve, listen. Thank you very much for carrying my purse. But, like I said before, I’m kind of tired and I just want to relax. I’ll write down my number and you can give me a call tomorrow.” Heather went into the kitchen and fumbled for a pen a paper. Maybe he would just leave...

Suddenly, he was behind her rubbing her shoulders. “Calm down, Heather. You just need to relax. I think a hot bath is in order. Why don’t you go upstairs and start running the bath water and I’ll be up in a minute to check on you.” Heather realized he wasn’t asking... he was demanding. Things were getting out of control.

She pulled away from him and stood with her hands crossed over her breasts. She could feel her lip quivering and realized that she was about to cry. “No, Steve. I don’t want a hot bath. I just want you to leave me alone. I don’t even know you.” She looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would get the message.

She watched as Steve walked over to the trashcan. Frowning, he bent over and rummaged in the trash. “Heather, Heather... Heather. Now why did you go and throw away my roses? The roses you said you didn’t get.” He turned around and walked up to her holding the bundle of flowers in his hand. His expression was harsh and angry. Heather was starting to get scared and felt like she was going to wet herself.

“Pl..please... Steve...I...I don’t even know you.” She was blubbering now. The tears were starting down her pretty cheeks. Her feet shifted nervously on the floor.

Suddenly, Steve grabbed her by the arm and squeezed tightly. “Sweetie, my patience is wearing thin with you. Now I don’t want anymore back talk. Let’s go.” He lead her by the arm towards the stairs.

“No, Steve...please”. Heather could feel her bladder give out and the warm urine started to flow in her panties.

Steve stopped and looked down at her jeans. The urine stain was clearly visible on her crotch and thighs. He laughed, but there was no humor in his expression.

“How disgusting. To think, a nineteen year old woman would just stand there and piss her pants. I knew you were young but I thought you were at least potty trained.” Steve took a step back and stood looking at her with his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

Heather was so embarrassed. She couldn’t even form words. She was humiliated more than she had ever been in her life. She stood with her hands crossed in front of her pants looking down at her feet. Her heart was racing and she felt paralyzed.

Steve took a step forward and rubbed his chin. “Now you definitely need a bath. We certainly can’t have you walking around the apartment getting piss all over the place. Let’s have those wet jeans off now.”

Steve knelt down in front of her and pulled her hands to her sides. He bent forward and began unlacing her sneakers. He removed one shoe at a time and pulled off her socks and stuffed them inside the sneakers.

Heather was crying and terrified. She placed one bare foot on top of the other and stood with her hands over her face. She felt Steve lift her t-shirt and reach for the top button of her jeans. His callused fingers brushed against her bare tummy as he groped for the snap on her jeans. He quickly unsnapped the button and unzipped her pants, revealing her lace panties. She whimpered as she felt Steve lower the jeans down her legs.

“St..Stop it... I don’t need help...” Heather pushed weakly on his hands.

“Step out of these, honey.” Steve slapped the back of her bare legs forcing her to take her feet out of the wet jeans.

Before Heather understood what had happened she was standing in the hallway in front of a strange man whom she hardly knew wearing only lace panties and a t-shirt.

“Let’s get these wet things off too. You should be ashamed of yourself, acting like a little baby.” Steve reached into the elastic of her waistband and quickly lowered her panties off her legs and over her feet revealing her bare butt and bush.

He picked up her wet jeans and panties and holding them by two fingers, shook them in front of Heather’s face. The scent of urine was strong. She recoiled and held one dainty hand over her mouth while keeping the other firmly in place over her private area. “Well. I think these are ready for the trash, don’t you? We‘ll just throw them away like you so inconsiderately did to my roses” He walked into the kitchen and noisily tossed the garments into the wastebasket then turned and glared at the cringing girl.

Heather stood with her hands crossed in front off her pubic mound looking down at her bare feet. She briefly considered making a run for the front door but thought better of it as Steve suddenly stepped in front of her again. He stood with his hands on his hips muttering something under his breath.

Heather was shaking all over. She had never been so frightened. She cast a quick glance up at Steve and shivered as his eyes moved up and down her bare legs.

“Just to imagine a nineteen year old woman wetting herself. You appear to have no pride or manners...” He shook his head and pointed towards the stairs. “Let’s go, honey.”

Heather was completely humiliated and felt helpless. She turned and started up the stairs. She could feel the strange man’s gaze on her bare butt. She placed her hands behind herself in a vain attempt to conceal her bare backside. She was aware of the view which she must be giving him.

Heather could hear Steve walking up the stairs just behind her as she approached her bedroom. He was so close that she could feel his hot breath on her bare buttocks. She stepped into her room and stood shivering as Steve walked past her and into the bathroom. She heard him open the shower curtain and a moment later she heard the water begin to run.

Several seconds later Steve stepped back into the room and walked over to her. “Why aren’t you undressed yet? Get the rest of your clothes off and get ready for your bath.”

“Please, Steve. I’m sorry that I wet myself. I’m sorry for throwing your flowers away. But, please... I can bathe myself. Please just go.”

Suddenly, Steve unfastened his belt and pulled it out of his jeans. He stepped forward and jerked Heather by the arm. A split second later, Heather felt his belt strike her butt. He proceeded to spank her savagely across her bare backside several times, forcing tears to start from her eyes again.

“Now get out of your clothes this instant, girl! Don’t make me any madder than I already am!” Steve stood back and shook the belt at her. “Let’s go.”

Reluctantly, with tears streaming down her face, Heather pulled her t-shirt up and over her head revealing her firm stomach and round breasts. She held the shirt in front of her chest for several seconds with her lip quivering, feeling complete shame. She noticed the large bulge in the man’s trousers and shuddered.

Steve tapped his foot impatiently. “Do you want some more, sweetie?” He flexed the belt in his hands.

Heather let the shirt fall to the floor, now naked with the exception of her bra. Her breasts were heaving with each sob. The lacy garment barely covered the luscious mounds beneath.

“Come on, girl. The bath water is almost ready.” Steve tapped his foot impatiently.

Heather could see the man’s eyes roving over her nearly naked body as she reached behind her back a unfastened the clasp. She let the material fall away onto the floor and along with it, her last shred of dignity.

Nineteen year old Heather Fields, was now completely nude in front of a stranger who was obviously sexually aroused by her appearance. She felt completely helpless and terrified.

Steve let out a long whistle and motioned her into the bathroom. “Come on, let’s get you nice and clean.” He placed a large hand on the back of her neck and pushed her towards the bathroom. She allowed him to guide her while continuing to hold one hand across her breasts and the other over her pubic patch. Her eyes were held down with shame, watching her bare feet. She felt his hand slide down her back and gently cup her bare buttocks...

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Steve watched the nude teenager step into the tub. What a sight! He had known she was a beauty from the first time he saw her at the club on Saturday. But, seeing her in all of her glory was a true revelation. Steve could hardly remember the last time he had seen such a perfect female specimen.

He laughed to himself as he thought back on how easy it had all been... He had been at the club, like he was on most Saturdays. He had noticed her as soon as she came in. She was kind of hard to miss, after all. She was with one of her girlfriends... a chubby girl of no consequence. The little cutie was wearing extremely short shorts which revealed her long shapely legs. She wore a halter top which exposed her stomach and left nothing to the imagination. Her tits were practically leaping out of the thin material. Her high-heeled shoes complemented her perfect feet. Her blonde hair had been pulled back into a pony-tail giving her a look of childish innocence...

He had continued to admire her from a distance. He watched as the waiter brought drinks to her table. He wondered how she could purchase alcohol. It was obvious that she couldn’t be much over eighteen. He guessed the waiter was smitten with her and not paying attention. He watched her dance with several men and felt his dick harden with her every move. After each dance, she would dismiss the current suitor with a smile. What a tease... She would never give those little boys a shot...

Around midnight, he had approached her table. Her chubby friend was on the dance floor with a hard-up drunk, acting the fool... she wouldn’t be a problem.

Steve introduced himself and noticed immediately the way she couldn’t look him directly in the eye. This was a good sign... low self-esteem... easily controlled. He felt the lust building in his groin. She said her name was Heather...mmmm... Heather and Steve... sounded good. He purchased her a drink and secretly instructed the waiter to make it strong. They had a nice dance. He had no problem groping her ass and hips during the dance. He could tell she was uncomfortable with his advances but seemed unwilling to offend him by asking him to stop... another good sign... she couldn’t speak up for herself... she would be an easy mark.

After the dance, Heather had excused herself to go to the restroom. She had foolishly left her purse unattended under the table. Steve had quickly rummaged through her purse, locating her drivers license. He memorized the address and quickly replaced the card. Her birth date had revealed her tender age. Nineteen... still practically a schoolgirl. At forty-nine, he knew he was old enough to be her father... oh well... might just have her call me “daddy”... he had laughed out loud.

After Heather returned to the table, she became cold. She obviously wanted him to leave. He had whispered a few affections to her before asking for her number. She had quickly jotted something down on a napkin and turned away from him. Steve instinctively knew the telephone number was false, but he wasn’t concerned. He had what he needed. He had politely excused himself and walked away. Heather and Steve... what a nice ring.

He had staked out her apartment on Sunday. He wanted to make sure she lived alone and there wasn’t any kind of boyfriend on the scene. He had expected to see some young punk drive up at some point. How could such a cutie be single? He was pleasantly surprised that her only visitor was a pizza delivery man. Things were looking good... he had gone to purchase roses late that evening. Monday would be a good day...

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Heather sat in the tub with her legs clasped tightly together, hands held firmly across her breasts. Steve began scooping water from the tub and pouring over her head and shoulders. He then reached for the bar of soap and, rubbing his hands together, formed a thick lather. “We’ll have you all nice and clean in a jiffy.” He chuckled. “What a filthy little girl... no shame.”

He went to work on her back first, moving his large hands up and down her bare flesh. She felt goose-bumps forming on her skin. She sniffed and sobbed loudly. “Pl...please... why are you doing this to me?” She could feel his hands moving lower, touching the sensitive area just above her butt crack.

“Because you’re a filthy little girl and need to be washed.” His hand circled around to her tummy and caressed the smooth flesh around her navel. She felt his finger slide into her bellybutton making her jump.

“Please...please stop!” Heather tried to push him away, causing the water to churn and overflow the edge of the tub.

Suddenly, Steve grabbed her face with one hand, pushing her cheeks together and making her mouth pucker. “Be still you little tramp! Now you’ve gone and gotten my jeans wet and just look at the mess on the floor!” He shook her face violently. “If I hear another peep, I’ll have you across my knee! Now sit still!” He shoved her head backwards causing her arms to fly to her sides to keep from falling against the edge of the tub.

Crying, she quickly covered herself with her arms again.

“Get your arms down and let me scrub those filthy tits.” He jerked her arms down and forced her hands onto the bottom of the tub. “Sit like this and don’t move again!” His face was inches from her. She could smell beer on his breath. “Don’t make me mad.”, he commanded.

Heather closed her eyes as she felt him begin to massage her breasts. He seemed to pay particular attention to her protruding nipples, holding each one between his probing fingers. “There...there, sweetie. I don’t like getting upset with you but you just can’t seem to sit still.” He continued alternately squeezing and massaging her ample breasts.

“Now sit up and let me clean that dirty little ass.” The command shocked Heather and made her flinch.

“What? Why? Please... I’m clean there... you don’t need to help me...” Heather was mortified.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. Now get up on your knees and let me clean your dirty little ass.” He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her onto her knees.

Heather shuddered as she felt his hands on her bare butt. His fingers separated her cheeks and probed around her tight sphincter. Suddenly, she felt a large finger slip inside her rectum.

“Ouch...quit it! That hurts!” Heather tried pulling his hand from her backside.

He slapped her bare butt with his open hand. “I told you to be still, girl. Now get that hand down...” When she didn’t move, he slapped her cheeks again, causing her to squeal. “Get the hand down now...don’t make me angry.” He pulled at her arm roughly.

Heather let her arms fall to her sides. She sobbed as Steve continued soaping her bare butt and crack. She felt his finger slip into her rectum again. This time, she didn’t resist.

“Okay. Sit back down, sweetie”. Steve shook the water from his hands. “That’s a good little girl.”

Heather sat down in the water and watched Steve reach for her stomach. He gently stroked the tender flesh on her belly.

She felt his hand move down her tummy and onto her private area. He spent several seconds soaping her pubic patch before inserting a finger into her slit. “There...there my little dove...let’s make sure this is all clean.” His finger went between her lips and brushed firmly against her clitoris. “What’s this?” He seemed surprised. “Is somebody getting aroused?”

Against her will, Heather could feel herself becoming wet. The shame and humiliation was unbearable. She could feel his finger continuing to rub against her hard clitoris. “Pl...please.” She was desperate to get away.

“Shut up.” His commanding voice held her immobile. She felt his finger slip inside her. “Now...now... I think we’re getting all clean and fresh. Do you agree?”

“No...no... please stop it... this isn’t right... I don’t kn... know you.” Heather was crying again.

Her pleas seemed to make no difference as Steve continued his menstruations to her most private of areas. Heather was starting to feel tingles up and down her legs. Her breathing increased and she could feel her hips thrusting forward, gently.

“Stop it...please... this isn’t right... please.” Heather was crying and moaning at the same time. The water was moving back and forth in the tub keeping rhythm with the gentle movement of her hips and Steve‘s probing fingers.

“Please... pl...please...” Against her will, Heather felt herself approaching orgasm. She fought to control herself but, her body was betraying her.

“That’s it, you nasty little vixen. That’s it...” Steve continued masturbating the helpless girl. He felt her vaginal muscles clinch tightly over his finger. “C’mon, baby... let it go...”

He watched as Heather bit her lower lip, moaning loudly. Her sobs were now mixed with gasps. Her hips moved enticingly against his probing hand. Her body tensed suddenly. Her hands flew to her breasts, covering her nipples with the palms of her hands. Her head dropped in shame.

“Please stop. Pl...please. I don’t like this.” Heather’s gasps were changing to tears.

Somehow, the little bitch had prevented her own orgasm. Steve felt the anger swell up inside his stomach. The little cunt had defied him... no matter... she would pay later.

He stood up and looked down at the nude teenager as she sat, trembling in the water.

Slowly, deliberately, he began to unfasten his trousers. “Well, you can’t say I didn’t try to help you.” He unzipped his jeans slowly and eased his rigid member from his underwear. “Now it’s your turn to help me... girlfriend.” He prolonged the last word, pronouncing each syllable. “Now let’s see if that cute little mouth is good for something other than complaining.”

Heather looked up at the tall man as he approached the tub with his erect penis in hand. She wanted to run but, she knew there was no where to go. He thrust the stiff member at her face.

“Suck.” His one word command left no room for doubt. “Put it in your cute little mouth and lick it, like the whore you are.” He gazed down at her with cold eyes.

“No, Steve. Please... don’t do this... if you leave now, I promise I won’t call the cops...” Heather’s mouth felt dry and she felt nauseated.

He slapped her hard across the face. The sound was loud in the quiet bathroom. The only other sound was the slow, dripping of water. “Call the cops for what? You’re my girlfriend. There’s nothing illegal happening here.” He stepped closer to the tub.

“Put it in your mouth and suck, sweetie. You want to make daddy happy, right?” Steve squeezed his testicles in one hand while stroking his long shaft with the other. “C’mon, baby. It’s going to happen whether you like it or not. You might as well accept it.”

He cupped her chin in one hand and squeezed lightly on her mouth. “Open up, sweetie.” He pushed the head of his cock against her lips, forcing them apart.

Weeping, Heather opened her mouth and allowed him to insert himself fully. Then, he began to thrust against her tongue. “That’s it, baby girl... suck it like a piece of candy.”

Steve was in ecstasy. Heather’s mouth was warm and soft. Her tongue played across his rigid shaft. He started to thrust against her lips. In and out... In and out...

“That’s it, baby girl... pretend it’s a sweet piece of candy... I want to feel that tongue working a little harder... that’s it... lick all around the head... that‘s a good girl... now kiss it a little...oh yeah.” He thrust himself deeper inside of the whimpering girl’s mouth.

The only sounds in the room were dripping water and the slurping of the young girl. Steve moaned loudly and grabbed Heather by the back of her head, holding her hair tightly. “That’s right, little girl.” He was now pounding her open mouth, his testicles hitting her chin. “Oh yeah... c’mon sweetie. Suck it like you mean it. Suck it like all of those little boys you call friends.”

Heather was choking on his hard shaft. Her lips felt numb. She held her hands over her breasts in a last attempt at pride. At least he couldn’t see her jiggling boobs. She felt the head of his penis swell. Then, suddenly, a spurt of warm liquid engulfed her throat and tongue. Steve gasped out loud and grabbed her nose, holding her nostrils shut. “Swallow, bitch.” Heather complied, taking the full amount of semen into her stomach.

He pulled his penis out of her mouth and slapped it against her face. “Lick it clean, baby.”

Heather felt like gagging but, complied with his demand. Her tongue traveled over his erection. She could taste his semen, mixed with her own saliva. She held her stomach tightly to keep from vomiting.

Steve allowed her to lick his penis for several minutes before pushing her back into the tub with a splash. “Dirty whore.” He grabbed a towel and tossed it at her. “Dry off. I’m tired and need a massage.” He pulled his shirt off and walked out of the bathroom. “Hurry up and get dried off. Don’t keep me waiting.” He stormed out of the bathroom.

Heather sat in the bathtub with one hand held over her mouth and the other across her breasts. She sobbed silently. She could hear Steve in her room, turning down the sheets on her bed. She quietly scooped water into her hand and washed out her mouth.

Heather stood up in the tub and reached for the towel on the floor. She held it closely against her breasts and cried. What was happening to her? She heard the television come on in her room. The channels began to change.

“Hurry up, sweetie. I’m tired and sore.” Steve seemed impatient.

Heather cringed at the sound of his voice. “okay.” Her voice was barely perceptible.

She dried herself off and wrapped the towel around herself. Meekly, she stepped out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. Steve was there. He was lying on her bed with the remote control aimed at the television.

“Where have you been? I told you I need a massage.” He looked at her darkly. “Well?” His gaze was piercing. He sat up on one elbow. “What’s up with the towel?” He motioned at her as she stood hesitantly in the bathroom door. “Come out here and let me have a look at you.”

Heather stepped forward, glancing at the door. “Steve... I’m tired... you got what you wanted. Why don’t you leave? Everything’s okay... okay? Maybe we can have dinner some time...” She walked over to her dresser and opened the drawer, searching for a pair of pants. “I like Italian food. Maybe we can have dinner?” She could feel the warm tears on her cheeks.

Suddenly, Steve was on his feet and standing behind her. “What in the hell are you doing? It’s getting late.” He slammed the drawer shut and pushed her away.

Heather stood, trembling, with a pair of panties in her hand. “I was just going to get dressed.... I want to go and buy a soda. I’m a little thirsty and...”

Steve stepped forward and slapped her full in the face. She fell to the ground, dropping the panties beside her.

“You want something to drink? So, you grab a pair of panties? Is that what you want to wear to the store?” Steve glared down at the cringing girl. “Now get up and put those skimpy little panties back where you found them. You’re not going anywhere.”

Heather slowly got to her feet. Holding the towel tightly around herself, she meekly walked back to the dresser and tucked the panties back into the drawer. She could see Steve in the mirror behind her. He was getting undressed. “Please, Steve... I really need to be alone.” Heather was shaking all over. Why wouldn’t he just leave? He got what he wanted already...

Steve stretched out on the bed with is arms folded behind his head. “Shut up and quit your complaining. It’s all the same with you young girls these days... always bitching about something.”

Heather turned around to face the bed with her eyes lowered to the ground. She slowly looked up at the strange man who lay nude on her mattress. She could see that his penis was beginning to stiffen, although not yet completely firm. He looked at her with unconcealed lust.

“Come on over here, Sweetie.” He reached down and squeezed his testicles. “I told you I’m sore and need a massage.”

Heather walked over and stood beside the bed. Her feet moved nervously back and forth on the carpet. She held her towel tightly with one hand and played with the ends of her hair with the other. “What do you want?” She looked down at her feet and bit her lower lip, trying to keep from crying again. She wanted to run but, knew she wouldn’t get far.

“Well... for starters I think we can do without the towel.” He waved a hand at her. “Take it off. I want to look at your cute little body some more.” His hand moved to his shaft as he started to stroke his growing erection.

Heather unfastened her towel and let it fall to the floor. She watched his eyes roam up and down her naked flesh. She held her arms in front of her breasts and pubic patch, in an attempt to protect herself from his roving eyes.

“Put your hands on top of your head and turn around.” He continued to squeeze his stiffening penis. “Let me have another look at that nineteen year old ass.”

Heather turned around slowly. Steve slapped her bare butt, causing her to jump. She felt his finger tracing the outline of her crack. “You sure are sweet.” He leaned forward, placing and arm around her midsection, pulling her backwards to the bed. “Come lay down, cutie.”

Heather sat down on the bed. She pulled her knees up to her chest and held her arms around her legs. She watched as Steve rolled over onto his stomach.

“Grab that baby oil on the nightstand and give me a good massage, sweetie.” He stretched out fully and put his hands under his chin.

Heather opened the lid to the baby oil and poured a little on his back. She hesitated a moment before smoothing the oil over his large back. Sitting up on her knees, she began to massage his shoulders and back. Maybe if she gave him what he wanted he would just go away...

After several minutes, Steve reached behind himself and eased Heather’s hands lower. “Move down a little baby, don’t neglect my legs and ass.”

She complied with his demands and moved her small hands down to his butt, kneading the flesh gently. “mmmm... that’s it sweetie.” Steve moaned into the pillow.

After several long minutes of rubbing his buttocks and the backs of his thighs, Steve rolled over onto his back. Heather instantly noticed his full erection. His penis looked like it was going to burst. Pre-cum had already appeared on the tip of his swollen purple head and his stomach was wet where the shaft had been pressed as he lay on his stomach.

Steve clasped his hands behind his head and settled back into the pillow. “Time to do my chest...” He smiled at her. “I think you need some more oil.”

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Steve couldn’t believe his luck. He had dominated other women before, but never had he encountered one so submissive. She barely put up a fight... He figured she thought he would just have his way and leave. Nope... he had no intention of letting this little plaything off that easy. They were going to have a long and meaningful relationship... she just didn’t know it yet.

He watched her as she leaned over to pick up the baby oil from the floor. Her ass was perfect. He reached out and grabbed one of her bare feet and ran his thumb over the soft sole. He felt her tense and laughed under his breath. “C’mon on, baby. Try to relax a little... you might as well enjoy this.”

Heather slowly unfastened the lid and poured several drops of oil onto his chest and stomach. She ran her delicate hands over his hard muscles. “That’s it, baby. You’re good at this.” He watched the girl’s perfectly rounded tits and firm belly. His gaze traveled down to take in her womanhood. It was going to feel real good to be inside her... a young thing like that... she had to be tight!

He allowed her to massage his torso for several minutes before pushing her hands lower. “You know what’s next, baby.” Steve watched the rush of fear flood across the beautiful girl’s face. “Don’t look so stunned, sweetie... it’s already been in your mouth. Now go on and give me a real good massage.”

He could see tears begin to well up in her eyes as she took his manhood into her cute little hands. He felt like he was going to burst as he watched her massage his swollen shaft. “Don’t neglect the balls, baby. They need affection too.” Her hand moved down to cup his testicles and she continued gently caressing his stiff rod with the other hand.

Steve was close to exploding. All his senses were engaged completely. His eyes drank in the girl’s lovely young body in all it’s naked glory. His cock ached under her soft caresses. He thought for a brief second that he may just let her bring him to climax with her cute little hands. No... he had to be inside her.

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Heather could tell the menacing man was close to orgasm. His pre-cum mixed with the oil on her hands causing them to slip off his penis several times. She could feel his eyes burning into her soft flesh... Her fear was palpable. Maybe he would just ejaculate and leave... why was he still here?

Suddenly, he grabbed her by the wrist. “That’s enough of that.” He sat up and started to fondle her breasts, squeezing her fear-hardened nipples. He pulled her backwards on the bed and forced her to lay down on her back. Sitting up on his knees, he moved around her and pushed her legs back over her head.

Heather was suddenly aware of his intentions. He was going to penetrate her. Her hands flew to her mouth as she begged him to stop. “No...no... please.... stop it... please.”

He paid no attention to her pleas. He held her ankles in one large hand, keeping her feet firmly over her head. Holding his erection in the other hand, he eased the swollen head between her legs. “Stop fighting me, baby. Just lay still.” With one thrust he entered her causing her to squeal in pain. The he was pumping her.

There was no gentleness to his movements. He was pounding her like a rag doll. She could feel his testicles slapping against her butt. His hot breath was inches from her face, reeking of beer. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to imagine this was all a nightmare.

“Open your eyes and look at me, whore.” He slapped her across the face and continued pumping her furiously. She could feel the top of her head banging into the headboard. His large shoulders fell against the backs of her legs, holding them securely above her head. His hands groped at her breasts, squeezing and pinching. He reached under her and grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto his thrusting penis. “Stop your crying... you’re such a baby.” He slapped her again, viciously.

Suddenly, he pulled out and grabbing her shoulders, rolled her over onto her belly. She tried to sit up onto her elbows but he forced her face into the mattress. He fell on top of her, his weight holding her pinned. She felt him enter her again. Now, he was pumping her hard. His stomach slapped against her butt as his penis continued thrusting inside of her. “Lay still... stop fighting me, baby.”

His thrusts were becoming longer and deeper. His panting breath entered her ear as he put his face next to hers. She felt him lick her cheek and he bit her on the nape of the neck. “That’s it, cutie.” He sat up and grabbed her butt with both hands, squeezing her cheeks as he continued driving his penis inside her. Heather was weeping and pleading. However, her words made no sense. She was babbling...

She felt him pull out of her. He grabbed her savagely and forced onto her back. He jumped onto her chest and held her shoulders down with his knees. She looked up just in time to see the first stream of semen shoot from his penis onto her face. He continued stroking his shaft, milking every drop. The thick liquid sprayed onto her cheeks and mouth and burned her eyes. It seemed like it would never stop.

Finally he collapsed on top of her and rolled over onto his back with a long sigh. “Betcha never been fucked like that before, baby.” He coughed loudly. “Now pick up that towel and clean me off.”

Heather meekly leaned over the side of the bed and picked up the towel. She wiped off his now flaccid penis and scrotum. When he was satisfied, he waved her away. “Go wash your face. You look like a tramp.” Heather quietly walked into the bathroom.

After washing her face, Heather came back into the bedroom. Steve was completely dressed and looking at his cell phone. He looked up as she entered the room. He seemed angry when he saw the towel wrapped around her. “Take that damn thing off.” He pointed to the offending garment.

Heather let the towel fall to the floor and stood completely nude under his leering gaze again.

“Now, I’ve been needing a new background for my cell phone and I can’t think of anything so pretty as my little baby. Smile for me, sweetie.” He held up the phone and aimed it in her direction.

Heather forced herself to smile weakly. He took several pictures of her from the front before ordering her to turn around. He snapped several more pictures of her bare backside before putting the phone away.

“Well. It’s getting late. I think we had a pretty good second date, don’t you?” Steve walked over and kissed her, probing inside her mouth with his tongue. Then, he squeezed her bare butt. “You need to get to bed, baby.” He slapped her bare butt. “I want you fresh for our third date. I’ll be by your place after work tomorrow. I want you to wear a real nice dress. Make it a short dress. If you have an open back dress it would be even better. You have such a nice back. You shouldn’t be afraid to show it off. I want you to wear some sexy thong panties and... no bra. We’re going out tomorrow night. I’m going to treat you like my little princess. In fact, I have a big announcement that you‘ll be happy to hear...”

Heather listened as he walked downstairs. She heard the front door open and close. Then, he was gone. She knelt down on the carpet and began to cry.