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Koo lived for the ache. The deep, throbbing emptiness between his legs that begged to be filled. He walked up the concrete staircase of his apartment building, the late evening air cool against his skin. His outfit was of an impatient slυt: tiny denim shorts that strained over the full, round curve of his ass, the frayed edges high on his thighs. The shorts were so short that when he took a step, the plump lower lips of his pυssy peeked out, slick and pink. His top was a thin, white crop top, sheer enough to show the dark circles of his pierced nipples and the heavy swell of his tits beneath.
He’d spent an hour before the mirror, pinching his nipples until they were hard and leaking a little bead of milk, then posting a blurry, teasing picture on his blog. The caption read: I’m so alone, what if someone came and r𝑎ped me? I won’t be able to stop them.
The comments flooded in, a torrent of filth that made his cυnt clench. Threats, promises, graphic descriptions of what they’d do to him. One user, ‘V’, stood out. His words were the vilest, the most creatively cruel. I’ll punch my fist into your little cυnt and fuck the hole until your womb turns inside out, you dumb wh𝑜re. Koo had squirted just reading it.
He was on the third-floor landing, the fluorescent light flickering overhead, when the shadow fell over him. A hand, large and rough, clamped over his mouth from behind, yanking his head back. Another arm snaked around his waist, lifting him clean off his feet.
“Mmmpff!” Koo’s scream was muffled into a leather-gloved palm. His heart hammered, not with fear, but with a fierce, instant rush of heat that soaked his bare pυssy.
“Shhh, slυt.” The voice was a deep, smooth baritone, laced with dark amusement. It vibrated against his ear. “I found you.”
He was fοrced forward, his body bending over the cold metal railing of the stairs. His cheek pressed against the gritty concrete step. The man’s weight settled on top of him, crushing his plump ass and pushing his tits flat against the stair.
“Look at you,” the man, V, purred. His breath was hot on Koo’s neck. “Parading your fat ass and tits in these streets. Writing all those filthy little dreams for the world to see. You think it’s a game?”
Koo whimpered, a real tremor of shock mixing with the molten lust pooling in his gut. He knew that voice from the filthy voice notes V had sent.
“I’m… I’m not…” Koo tried to gasp when the hand over his mouth loosened slightly.
V laughed, a low, wicked sound. “You’re not what? A wh𝑜re? I read your blog, Koo. I know your address. I know you walk this staircase every night at this time, hoping someone would finally be man enough to take what you’re offering.” His free hand slid down, palming the full, jiggling cheek of Koo’s ass through the denim. “And you offer so much.”
“Please, no…” Koo moaned, the protest weak and breathy. He tried to wiggle, but it only made his ass rub against the hard bulge in V’s pants. His own pυssy wept, the wetness seeping through the shorts.
“’Please, no’?” V mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Your blog says ‘please, yes.’ It says ‘r𝑎pe me on the stairs.’ It says ‘fist my virgin cυnt.’ You’re a little liar, aren’t you?” His fingers hooked into the waistband of Koo’s shorts. With a brutal, tearing jerk, he ripped the denim down to Koo’s knees. The cool air hit Koo’s exposed pυssy, making him shudder. He wasn’t wearing panties. He never did.
V’s gloved hand didn’t hesitate. It cupped his entire mound, fingers sliding through the dripping wetness. “Fuck,” V growled, “you’re soaked. You’re fucking dripping for me, you stupid bitсh.”
“I’m a virgin!” Koo cried out, pretending to be innocent.
“A virgin?” V’s laugh was harsh. He pushed two thick fingers inside Koo’s hole without warning. Koo screamed, back arching. It was a tight, burning stretch. “This tight little hole? I’m going to ruin it. I’m going to break your hymen with my c𝑜ck, then shove right through your cervix and paint your womb white. You want that, don’t you? You want your precious little virgin womb fucked full?”
Koo could only sob, nodding frantically against the concrete. V’s fingers scissored inside him, rough and unyielding. They curled, rubbing a spot deep inside that made Koo’s vision blur. A gush of clear fluid squirted from his pυssy, soaking V’s hand and the step below.
“Disgusting,” V said, sounding thrilled. “Look at you, squirting like a common slυt. You can’t even pretend to be innocent.”
As Koo trembled from the aftershocks, V pulled his fingers out. Then he pulled his hand back and slapped Koo’s exposed clit, hard.
“Ah! Fuck!” Koo jolted, pain and pleasure exploding in a white-hot burst.
“Shut up,” V ordered. He made a fist, knuckles prominent under the leather. “You begged for this. You posted pictures of your hole and begged for a fist.”