Neighbor in the entrance
Unlike me, Kirill really liked sex in the school toilet, and since then he started fucking me everywhere there was a chance to be alone: in the school toilet, in the locker room, in the classroom during breaks, etc. On a walk, he could lead me into an entranceway and fuck me on the stairwell or in the elevator. In the park, he fucked me in secluded spots. The risk of being discovered always existed, and that really turned him on. Me, on the contrary, it scared; I couldn't fully relax and therefore always tried to satisfy Kirill as quickly as possible. He especially liked fucking me in the entranceway of my own building. He would come for me, pull me out onto the stairwell, lead me one flight up the stairs, and fuck me on the windowsill. It was precisely this that served as the trigger for the events I will tell in this story.
Two floors above my apartment lives Denis. He is a sturdy, athletic young man, registered with a psychiatrist. Everyone in our building knows Denis because of his violent temper: when he drank, he would cause trouble until he ended up back in the psych ward. After another course of treatment, he would become quiet for a while, until he started drinking alcohol again. Because of our age difference (about 18 years), I practically didn't communicate with him. We knew each other by sight, and that was it. And so when one late evening there was a demanding, long ring at my apartment door, I never expected that opening it I would see him. I was 18 at the time, had been fucking with Kirill for a year already, and it was becoming harder and harder for me to hide the girl inside me from those around me.
Denis stood swaying slightly, an unpleasant smirk playing on his face, which made me feel very uneasy. He was noticeably drunk.
"Hey, sucker," he greeted me rudely when I opened the door.
I flushed hot from such an address. At first, I even thought I misheard—it was so unexpected for me.
"Don't play the innocent," he continued with an unpleasant smirk, "I know your guy fucks you in all holes."
I was speechless from fear and embarrassment. I began frantically trying to figure out how he could have learned my secret. My mind refused to think—standing before me was an unstable person who, moreover, knew the most intimate details of my private life.
Opposite the front door, through the hallway, was my mom's room. The door to it was closed, mom was surely already asleep, but Denis was speaking quite loudly, and I, afraid that mom might hear our conversation, closed the apartment door and stepped out onto the landing with Denis.
"You're not bad," Denis commented on my appearance with the same smile, looking me up and down.
I had nothing on except a rather short (mid-thigh) robe. I had just taken a shower, and my body was still damp from it.
"What do you want from me?" I finally dared to ask the uninvited guest.
"I want to fuck you," he said with a smirk, sliding his lecherous eyes over my figure again. "Right now you're going to take me in your mouth, and then I'll bend you over your favorite windowsill," he nodded towards the stairwell, there where Kirill loved to fuck me.
I couldn't help but notice his arousal—Denis's sweatpants were bulging noticeably, his eyes gleaming lustfully.
"Like what you see?" he asked, catching my glance, and unexpectedly shoved his hand into his pants and pulled out his erect cock.
It wasn't as big as my Kirill's, but still a decent size. The smell was indescribable—I almost threw up when I caught a whiff. Apparently, Denis washed it extremely rarely.
"Go upstairs, sucker, if you don't want to suck right by your own door," he grabbed my arm quite roughly and shoved me towards the stairwell.
"Nice legs," the compliment from the drunken Denis following me up the stairs only made me more tense. On the move, he slipped his hand under my robe and started groping my thighs.
"Suck, what are you looking at," he ordered me, as I continued standing before him doing nothing.
There was nowhere to go, and reluctantly I squatted down in front of him. Wrapping my fingers around his cock at the very base, I freed the huge red glans from the thin foreskin. A thick, acrid smell of an unwashed male member hit my nose. Around the glans were some white smegma deposits, and I was horrified imagining having to take all that into my mouth.
"Take it in your mouth, come on," he slapped my cheek quite sharply with his palm.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I, barely holding back the urge to vomit, touched my lips to the glans of his erect cock.
"Yeeesss," Denis groaned blissfully, leaning his back against the window behind him and spreading his legs wider.
Holding my breath and trying not to think about the white deposits on his cock, I began sucking off my neighbor—the psycho. At that moment, I thought only one thing: let this all end quickly, and he would let me go home. Gradually, I was able to breathe, and the smell wasn't as strong as at the very beginning. Maybe I got used to it or, more likely, while giving him a blowjob, I licked his cock clean. I rhythmically sucked Denis's erect cock, helping with my hands and tongue, but the tipsy neighbor didn't want to cum at all. He was breathing heavily with pleasure and, grabbing my hair with one hand, began fucking my mouth with his cock, trying to shove it as deep as possible into my throat. Thanks to my more than a year of experience, I already knew many little tricks which I actively used to please Kirill. All of that came in handy now.
Finally, Denis growled loudly and forcefully impaled my mouth on his cock, his tense member shuddered deep in my throat and hot, thick streams of semen gushed into me, most of which I swallowed. Denis's grip weakened, and I was able to slide off his still twitching cock. The remnants of semen splashed onto my face.
"Good girl, sucker," he praised me, dragging his limp cock over my lips.
I didn't resist and patiently waited for him to calm down and let me go. I didn't feel arousal, just as I didn't feel disgust. A kind of indifference took hold of me. Licking his shaft and his heavy, large balls, I didn't even tense up when I heard the elevator ascending—I was already indifferent. I was waiting for him to finally let me go.
However, Denis still had plans for me. His cock hardened again from my caresses and stood like a rock. He lifted me from my knees and, turning me with my back to him, bent me over the windowsill. Shoving his hand under my robe, Denis pulled it up and, forcing his palm between my legs, spreading them, threw my right leg onto the windowsill. As a result, my hole opened up, and his cock, though tightly, entered my ass without difficulty when he, with a swing, sharply thrust his hips, plunging into me.
"Your ass is super, like a girl's," he paid me a compliment, fucking me greedily.
His hands closed on my waist. He held me firmly and strongly, impaling me on his cock. His balls slapped heavily against my rear every time his cock plunged into me completely. Denis breathed heavily and excitedly over me, enjoying the hot tightness of my ass.
Denis couldn't cum for a long time and before it finally happened, he changed positions a couple of times. First, he threw my other leg onto the windowsill too, but that turned out not very comfortable and my tender knees on the hard windowsill immediately started to hurt. Then he turned me to face him and, sitting me on the windowsill by my ass, picked me up with both hands by the thighs and continued fucking me greedily, ordering me to look him in the eyes. I did everything he told me, as I was terribly afraid of him. Denis saw this, and apparently my fear terribly aroused him. Finally, he came violently into my ass, entering me as deeply as possible. Having filled me with his semen, he pulled his cock out of me and again ordered me to clean him up. I obeyed. Sliding off the windowsill, I squatted in front of him and began licking his cock and balls, cleaning off the remnants of semen and my moisture.
"What does your fucker call you?" asked Denis, pulling up his pants.
"Katya," I answered shyly.
He smiled and, saying nothing, began going up the stairs. I, after standing a little longer, went down to my apartment. With every step, my fucked-out hole leaked. My thighs and ass were wet with Denis's semen, and on my cheeks and lips it had already dried. Closing the door behind me, I quietly headed to the bathroom. Mom, apparently, was asleep and hadn't heard anything. The shower brought me to my senses a bit: hot streams of water pleasantly caressed my tired body, washing away the traces of sexual assault. My head was empty, I was even afraid to think about what might await me ahead...
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