The day had been long and exhausting for John, as he trudged home from work, his mind a whirl of plans and obligations that he wished he could forget for just a little while longer. His apartment was just a few blocks away, and all he could think about was collapsing into bed, pulling the covers over his head, and dreaming of a peaceful night's sleep. But fate had other plans for him.
As he rounded the corner to his building, John found himselfmissing a step, stumbling forward, and colliding with the wall. His head spun with dizziness, and he realized he was in the wrong apartment complex. With a groan, he pulled out his phone to check the address, but before he could read it, a voice called out from inside one of the apartments.
"Who's there?"
Startled, John nearly fell again as he peeked inside the open door to see a woman standing in the darkness. He mumbled out an apology, trying to recover his footing, and glanced down at the number on the door. It wasn't his apartment. Shit. He tried to back away, but his legs were like jelly, and he collapsed onto the floor in a heap of confusion and embarrassment.
"Are you alright?" The woman asked, her voice soft and concerned. She knelt down beside him, and before he knew what was happening, she had undone his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled down his pants. His thoroughly confused state must have shown on his face because she laughed softly and dragged him into another room by his shirt collar.
There, she tossed him onto the cold tile floor and pulled off the rest of his clothes, leaving him naked and vulnerable. Tears of shame stung his eyes as his dick twitched pathetically, but the woman didn't seem to care. She climbed onto his chest, her perfect ass hovering inches from his face. Suddenly, she lowered herself onto him, grinding her pussy against his mouth, and covering his nose in the scent of her arousal. She moaned softly, encouraging him to take her, and he opened his mouth hesitantly.
Her taste was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before - sweet and tangy, with a musky undertone that sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body. She pumped her hips faster, grinding herself against his face, and he felt her wetness drizzle down his chin. He tried to pull away, but she held him in place with a vice-like grip, her nails digging into his shoulders.
She let out a long, satisfied moan, and her hips slowed. "Now it's your turn," she purred, straddling his face. He knew what she meant, but he couldn't help but whimper in fear. He was going to taste her ass, and there was nothing he could do about it.
She pulled off her panties, revealing the most perfect behind he'd ever seen, and sat down hard on his face. The stench of unwashed sex filled the air, and his gag reflex kicked in. But she held his head in place and rubbed her pussy against his face, coaxing his tongue out to lick and taste her. She was exquisite - salty and musky, with a hint of sweetness that sent his senses reeling.
Suddenly, he felt her pussy clench around his face, and she let out a loud moan as she started urinating on him. The burning sensation mixed with the taste of her ass and pussy, and he whimpered, trying to escape. But she was relentless, holding him down as she emptied her bladder onto his face and chest. When she was finally done, she leaned down and whispered in his ear.
"Now, clean me up."
He did as he was told, licking her clean of her piss, his tongue darting between her ass cheeks and her pussy lips. The taste was still there, but it was muted now, and he could breathe again. She sat up, her body glistening with sweat, and looked down at him. Her eyes were cold, devoid of emotion.
"That's better," she said, standing up and walking away. He looked up at her, confused, but she just laughed and shook her head. "Next time, you'll know better than to wander into a stranger's apartment uninvited."
She turned away from him, completely naked, and left him there to gather his torn clothes and slink back out into the night, his pride shattered and his body aching from the assault. But as he walked home, he knew he wouldn't forget this encounter anytime soon, and a part of him wondered if he really wanted to.
