My apartment in New York was cute, very bijoux, and the building is mostly filled with other furnished apartments, for visiting executives like me. You can tell because they have keypads on the doors, not locks. And so I have a constant influx and outflow of strange new neighbours.
The most recent is the little Russian girl. I’ve met her in the laundry a couple of times now, I think she’s been here about two weeks. Once in just her PJs, which were skintight and lacy. I wasn’t sure where to look, to be honest; but I did take in her figure – she’s petite, probably only about 5’2″, and tiny. Very firm, as young girls often are. I’d guess she’s about 23, maybe a little younger. Coquettish, plump kissable lips, with long long jet-black hair. Very small breasts, but you could tell through the black lace that they were very pert and firm. I headed back to my room in a state of some arousal, I can tell you.
And then last week, it took an interesting turn. I’ve been out to dinner quite a few times recently, the investors and people they’ve introduced me to, mostly. They’ve generally been quite late, and I’ve been getting home around midnight.
I think it was Tuesday night, and I came home, after easily 5 glasses of wine and a cognac, so a little the worse for wear, but not nearly as bad as the little Russian (I’m sorry, I don’t know her name, I never got it). She was clearly pissed, stood at the front door stabbing at the keypad, clearly having either forgotten or just been unable to get, the keycode. She was wearing a tight red dress, very short, and black stockings with red kitten heels. She had make-up on now, which kinda spoiled her pretty little face, especially as the lipstick was smeared somewhat. She’d obviously had a good night out.
I let her in, and she thanked me, but she stumbled on her way up the stairs. I was behind her, and caught her, and told her I’d help her up to her room. We climbed the stairs, with me supporting her in my arms, and got to her room. Now we were going to have trouble with the keypad again – she said she could remember now, and would be ok, but punched it in wrong a couple of times. I asked her to tell me the code and I’d try for her.
She told me the numbers, and I opened her door. She was slumped against the wall outside the door, so I took her weight again and escorted her inside. She immediately flopped down on the sofa just inside the doorway, legs akimbo. This was an opportunity to be seized, although I still felt bad for her too. I ran her a glass of water and sat down beside her. She had slipped a little down the sofa, and her dress had started to ride up, affording me first a glimpse of her stocking tops, and then, after a moment or so, her transparent black panties. I couldn’t help but look at the beautiful, completely shaven, area that was on display. I smiled at her, as she sipped from the water glass, and put my hand on her thigh, asking her if that felt a little better now.
She smiled again and pushed her face towards me drunkenly, kissing me. I kissed her hard back, and she broke away, saying “no, I cannot”. I stroked her thigh a little and said “that’s ok, I think we’re both too drunk anyway”. And she turned and kissed me again. I kissed her back, and we clinched like that for several seconds, she turned her body towards me, pushing one leg beneath me a little, so that if I moved just right, I would be between her thighs. I couldn’t resist it. I threw off my coat and pushed myself on top of her, kissing her passionately as I did so. She kept breaking off, saying “no”, and then kissing me again. I wanted to be inside those panties so badly it was starting to hurt. I pressed my fingers down to her, and found the edge of the fabric, and pushed them inside. She was wet. Incredibly wet. And tight, I slid one finger just a little way inside her, but it was so very tight that I could barely get inside her, despite the lubrication.
I continued kissing her as I released my cock from my suit trousers. I was very hard now, the feeling of her wetness had made me incredibly hot. On top of her, I kept kissing her to distract her from the fact that my hand was both holding my cock against her and trying to pull the fabric of her panties far enough to one side to allow me to rub against her. She started to squirm a little as she realised what was happening. She kept saying “no” and then kissing me again. She was too hot, too far gone, this was my chance.
She broke off again, and said “condoms. Must use condoms”, I nodded and said “uh-huh” under my breath as I pressed my face against hers some more, and held her shoulder back against the sofa with my one free hand.
The tip of my cock was brushing just against her wet lips now, her panties pulled across to the side, and I knew that this was time. I pushed myself inside her as hard as I could, forcing her to take my full length as I rode up against her. She squealed in pain. I groaned in ecstasy as she was indeed incredibly tight. She was biting her bottom lip and whispering ‘no, no, no’, and ‘condoms’, but she couldn’t stop me, and didn’t really want to. This felt good. I was filling her, and she was overcome with the feeling of my cock, harder than ever, pushing deep inside her. I ground her, and I pushed deep thrusts inside her, and she continued to struggle just a little, and kept saying “condom”. I said “it’s ok, I promise not to come”. And with that, she relaxed just a little, and looked at me, she was pulsating her hips against me now, enjoying the ride, and loving her tight, tight little hole being filled.
I rode her for what seemed hours, and she enjoyed it more and more with every stroke, and I was starting to speed up, I could feel the excitement building inside me now, the knowledge that I was going to fill this tight little drunk girl full of my come. I withdrew, and flipped her over onto her front, and slid myself inside her once again, grabbing her hips to pump her hard. She loved it. She took the full length, and squealed as I hit her cervix. I was going to ravage this tiny little body and finish inside her. She turned over her shoulder and said to me “no come. come on my ass”. I nodded and kept thrusting. Just a few seconds more…
And with my last few strokes, I pummelled her hard, bruising her ass as my body banged hard against hers, and then I exploded inside her tight little cunt. She gasped, as she realised what had happened, feeling my warm come inside her. She turned to look at me with a fearful look on her face. I withdrew, and watched as my come dribbled from her tight lips onto her thigh. She turned to sit on the sofa, her legs open, and her fingers went down to her pussy – she took some of the come and looked at me, as I stood there and said “you said you wouldn’t come”.
“I lied”.
I pushed my cock in her face for her to lick clean, and then did up my trousers, picked up my coat and closed the door behind me.
