The hallway smelled of old stone and faint cooking grease. Rodez apartment block, near the cathedral. June night, warm air thick. I parked after the BBQ, heart thumping already. Margot, that strange BCBG woman from work, accepted my ride home. No bises ever, hand sanitizer queen. Thin, wiry, forties, green eyes piercing. No ring. As we climbed the stairs, her heels clicked sharp on creaky parquet. Neighbors’ doors loomed, lights off. Everyone asleep. She unlocked her door. Paused. Turned. ‘Whisky?’ Flat voice. I nodded, throat dry. Crossed the threshold. Door clicked shut. Soft. Too soft.
Inside, dim glow from streetlamps filtered through blinds. Flickers on walls. She poured whisky, neat. Sat close. Too close. ‘You want to fuck me, right?’ Blunt. Cold. Mouth full, lips plump on her gaunt face. I froze. ‘Like all the others. My mouth for cocks. My skinny ass to wreck.’ Eyes locked. Dominatrix vibe hit hard. Fear spiked. Excitement harder. ‘Yes,’ I whispered. She smirked. ‘Stay put. Do exactly what I say. Tell anyone, I claim rape. Ruin you.’ Chills. But my cock twitched. Obey.
The Contact
She showered first. ‘Disinfect.’ Her word. I followed. Back in towel. Living room sparse. Sofa. Low table. Candles flickered now, shadows dancing. She naked. Skin bronzed, taut over bones. No tits, but sleek. Stood. Pointed to sofa. Lie down. I did. Vigilant. She straddled my face. One foot by head, other on table. Pussy pressed to mouth. Wet already. Tongue on clit. Lips. Hole. She rocked. Slow. Gyrated. Moans muffled. Hiss through teeth. ‘Shh.’ Neighbors above? Below? Walls paper-thin. Basin grinds faster. Juices flood. Squirt hits chin. Not piss. Sweet. She cums. Shudders quiet. Then asshole. Rim it. Tongue in.
She rises. Table towel lifts. Lube. Toys hidden. My towel gone. Cock hard, veiny. She kneels. Swallows deep. Gags soft. Saliva drools. Strings. Spits on shaft. Lubed hands stroke slow. Admires girth. ‘Sit.’ Reverse cowgirl. Hand guides cock to ass. Tight ring grips head. Sinks. Bones hit thighs. Up-down. Empaled full. Grunts low. Creak of sofa springs. Parquet groans under. Blinds rattle faint. Street noise outside. Neighbors stir? She grabs toy. Beaded dildo in pussy. Double stuffed. Uses me like meat toy.
The Indiscretion
Later, she washes me off. Returns. Fixes monster dildo to table. Coke-can thick. Suction holds. Lubed. Bends over it. Asshole again. Slow impale. Face twists. Veins bulge. Pain-pleasure grimace. Fucks it deliberate. Hand on clit. Rubs vulgar. Fast. Squirts arc. Hits my thighs. Splatter. I jerk. Cum ropes on belly. Thick. Hot. Her cries bitten back. Gasps. ‘Quiet.’ Thrill electric. Discovery risk. Door light slit? Footsteps hall?
She stops. Commands wash. I dress. Heart hammers. Slip out. Hall dark. Stairs creak under feet. Cross old lady descending. Eyes narrow. Smile tight. ‘Night.’ Door slams my hotel. Secret locked. Margot’s grip lingers. Ass still throbs phantom. Neighbors oblivious. But close. Too close.