fillmyholes18
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hit me up, I'm lonely and could use some dirty talk 
Need some company ;)
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dr_mabeuse
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I've been watching you.
Standing across the street in the park, I've watched you through your apartment windows as you come home from work, shower, then spend your evenings parked in front of the TV until the lights go off and you go to bed.
I saw you those nights you were watching porn, when you thought no one could see. I saw you get up and get something from your bedroom and then disappear onto the couch, but I knew what you were doing. One the TV five men were assaulting a girl, fucking her in every hole she had, using her as a piece of meat. You had the sound down and I was close enough to your windows to hear your own shuddering moans and little gasps. Close enough to even feel your loneliness and frustration like a taste in my mouth. Like your flesh in my hands.
I started taking things with me when I went to your place: ropes, scarves, condoms, lubes; clever little chains I bought on the internet, even vibrators. My big coat was weighed down like a circus clown's.
I didn't know what I intended to do. At first I had no plan. All I had was this ache in my chest and my belly and my cock and my hands as i watched you. This ache for you. Because I knew who you were. Everyone else saw you as the prim and proper little office worker in her businesslike skirts and blouses, but I knew who you were. I saw the cock-hungry cum-slut you turned into in the privacy of your apartment every night. I knew who you were.
Eventually it came to me. I took the things out of my coat and put them in a tool box. I dressed in old jeans and a worker's shirt from the thrift store that said "Carl" on the pocket. I printed up some dummy ID. Looked up who managed your building. Strapped a tool belt around my hips.
I slipped the downstairs lock and knocked on your door.
Silence. The soft moaning on the TV stopped. I knocked again.
"Who is it?" you asked. You sounded nervous, startled.
"I'm the gas man from APG. Your super called us, Mr. Jacoby? Said he thought there was a leank in the building. Got to do a routine check, Miss. Only take a second."
"Now??"
"Yes, ma'am. These things can be fatal. Whole building could go up."
I heard you unlock the door. Three locks. The door opened 4 inches, stopped by the safety chain. I held up my phony ID and watched your eyes as you scanned it. The first time Id seen them up close. Brown, intelligent, worried.
The door closed and I heard the chain side through the track. The door opened and you stepped back. I smiled politely.
Oh I was good. Went into the kitchen and ran some bullshit meter along the baseboards, around the stove, under the cabinets, all very earnest, making small talk, griping about my hours till you relaxed your guard.
"Seems okay in here, Miss. Just need your signature on this form..."
As you went to sign it the rope came out. I had it around your wrist before you even knew what was happening, your wrist behind your back. I grabbed the other one and brought it back too. You were so shocked that you were still holding the pen as I bound your wrists behind you, and by the time you thought to scream, the gag was in your mouth.
There was a little struggle there in the kitchen. I felt your panic. I even sympathized. But even the strength of your fear was no match for me, and i'd tied you good. Your thin white robe came untied and slid off one shoulder. We scuffled on the floor with you mmmphing behind the gag till I grabbed your hair and pulled your ear to my lips.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Jessica. I'm not. I'm here to help you, baby. I'm here to help. Come on..."
I walked you back to the living room where the TV was still on. A woman was getting DP'd on a weight-lifting bench by two guys wearing ski masks. One guy was on his back with his dick in her pussy, the other was standing and sunk up her ass. I dropped you gently on the sofa and smiled as I saw the vibe on the end table with its tube of KY.
"Well! We're having a little party here? That's nice."
Your eyes were still wild as I knelt and tied your ankles together, but you'd stopped struggling. I dropped down next to you on the sofa.
I nodded to the TV. "Mmm. Looks kind of like you and me, doesn't it? Let's just watch for a while."
I picked up the remote and brought the sound up a little. The woman was moaning. The men were groaning. You could here that obscene wet sound of cock in wet cunt, the slap of flesh on flesh.
That's when I told you what I'd been doing: how I'd been watching you and wanting you, how I'd seen everything, and how I knew what you were and what you needed.
"It's a shame for a girl like you to have to masturbate all alone, Jessica. Just a waste. Don't you agree?"
Your eyes were still panicked. You were rigid with fear.
"Got anything to drink?" I asked. "Any beer?"
But of course you couldn't answer, so I went into the kitchen and looked in the fridg. No beer, but some wine. I poured myself a glass and brought it back to the sofa. The TV was showing a close-up of the DP.
"I don't like those meat shots," I said. "I like to see their faces."
I took a sip and then lie back on the sofa, almost touching you. I slid your rove open and started idly caressing you naked thigh. Soft and smooth and warm.
"Does that excite you, Jessica? You like to watch rough sex? From what I've seen you do. From what I've seen you seem to love it when the guy just uses the girl as a little fuck toy, especially when he's a stranger. Is that right, baby?"
You shook your head wildly, but I paid that no mind.
"Tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to slip my finger between your legs and see if you're wet, Jessica. Because I think that even as frightened as you are, you're still getting kind of turned on. That's what I think. Shall we see?"
Sweet little panties: sheer and snow white lace. You dressed well for these little sessions. I guess that's part of the fun.
I slid my finger between your legs, right against the crotch of your panties and I watched your eyes...
Standing across the street in the park, I've watched you through your apartment windows as you come home from work, shower, then spend your evenings parked in front of the TV until the lights go off and you go to bed.
I saw you those nights you were watching porn, when you thought no one could see. I saw you get up and get something from your bedroom and then disappear onto the couch, but I knew what you were doing. One the TV five men were assaulting a girl, fucking her in every hole she had, using her as a piece of meat. You had the sound down and I was close enough to your windows to hear your own shuddering moans and little gasps. Close enough to even feel your loneliness and frustration like a taste in my mouth. Like your flesh in my hands.
I started taking things with me when I went to your place: ropes, scarves, condoms, lubes; clever little chains I bought on the internet, even vibrators. My big coat was weighed down like a circus clown's.
I didn't know what I intended to do. At first I had no plan. All I had was this ache in my chest and my belly and my cock and my hands as i watched you. This ache for you. Because I knew who you were. Everyone else saw you as the prim and proper little office worker in her businesslike skirts and blouses, but I knew who you were. I saw the cock-hungry cum-slut you turned into in the privacy of your apartment every night. I knew who you were.
Eventually it came to me. I took the things out of my coat and put them in a tool box. I dressed in old jeans and a worker's shirt from the thrift store that said "Carl" on the pocket. I printed up some dummy ID. Looked up who managed your building. Strapped a tool belt around my hips.
I slipped the downstairs lock and knocked on your door.
Silence. The soft moaning on the TV stopped. I knocked again.
"Who is it?" you asked. You sounded nervous, startled.
"I'm the gas man from APG. Your super called us, Mr. Jacoby? Said he thought there was a leank in the building. Got to do a routine check, Miss. Only take a second."
"Now??"
"Yes, ma'am. These things can be fatal. Whole building could go up."
I heard you unlock the door. Three locks. The door opened 4 inches, stopped by the safety chain. I held up my phony ID and watched your eyes as you scanned it. The first time Id seen them up close. Brown, intelligent, worried.
The door closed and I heard the chain side through the track. The door opened and you stepped back. I smiled politely.
Oh I was good. Went into the kitchen and ran some bullshit meter along the baseboards, around the stove, under the cabinets, all very earnest, making small talk, griping about my hours till you relaxed your guard.
"Seems okay in here, Miss. Just need your signature on this form..."
As you went to sign it the rope came out. I had it around your wrist before you even knew what was happening, your wrist behind your back. I grabbed the other one and brought it back too. You were so shocked that you were still holding the pen as I bound your wrists behind you, and by the time you thought to scream, the gag was in your mouth.
There was a little struggle there in the kitchen. I felt your panic. I even sympathized. But even the strength of your fear was no match for me, and i'd tied you good. Your thin white robe came untied and slid off one shoulder. We scuffled on the floor with you mmmphing behind the gag till I grabbed your hair and pulled your ear to my lips.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Jessica. I'm not. I'm here to help you, baby. I'm here to help. Come on..."
I walked you back to the living room where the TV was still on. A woman was getting DP'd on a weight-lifting bench by two guys wearing ski masks. One guy was on his back with his dick in her pussy, the other was standing and sunk up her ass. I dropped you gently on the sofa and smiled as I saw the vibe on the end table with its tube of KY.
"Well! We're having a little party here? That's nice."
Your eyes were still wild as I knelt and tied your ankles together, but you'd stopped struggling. I dropped down next to you on the sofa.
I nodded to the TV. "Mmm. Looks kind of like you and me, doesn't it? Let's just watch for a while."
I picked up the remote and brought the sound up a little. The woman was moaning. The men were groaning. You could here that obscene wet sound of cock in wet cunt, the slap of flesh on flesh.
That's when I told you what I'd been doing: how I'd been watching you and wanting you, how I'd seen everything, and how I knew what you were and what you needed.
"It's a shame for a girl like you to have to masturbate all alone, Jessica. Just a waste. Don't you agree?"
Your eyes were still panicked. You were rigid with fear.
"Got anything to drink?" I asked. "Any beer?"
But of course you couldn't answer, so I went into the kitchen and looked in the fridg. No beer, but some wine. I poured myself a glass and brought it back to the sofa. The TV was showing a close-up of the DP.
"I don't like those meat shots," I said. "I like to see their faces."
I took a sip and then lie back on the sofa, almost touching you. I slid your rove open and started idly caressing you naked thigh. Soft and smooth and warm.
"Does that excite you, Jessica? You like to watch rough sex? From what I've seen you do. From what I've seen you seem to love it when the guy just uses the girl as a little fuck toy, especially when he's a stranger. Is that right, baby?"
You shook your head wildly, but I paid that no mind.
"Tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to slip my finger between your legs and see if you're wet, Jessica. Because I think that even as frightened as you are, you're still getting kind of turned on. That's what I think. Shall we see?"
Sweet little panties: sheer and snow white lace. You dressed well for these little sessions. I guess that's part of the fun.
I slid my finger between your legs, right against the crotch of your panties and I watched your eyes...
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