Philophobia, noun
The fear of falling or being in love.
I had something special planned for my sweet little toy.
I’d promised her a show, and by the time 10 p.m. rolled around, I was ready to give her one.
The blinds opened slowly, showing me her illuminated silhouette in her own window, waiting, ready for me. She was wearing a sexy little nightie that sent my pulse racing, complete with black lacy stockings and a killer pair of heels. I’d told her to dress up. Maybe if she was dressed to fuck, I could imagine it was her cunt hugging my dick.
I didn’t acknowledge her, not giving her so much as a wave. I barely glanced at her, and the next second, the doorbell rang.
I felt Bebe’s eyes on me as I walked to the door, opening it wide and regarding the couple before me.
The girl was nervous, her hands twisted in front of her. She wore a little black dress that left nothing to the imagination and sexy heels that matched her daring outfit. Her lips were painted a dark shade of red and her long blonde hair was styled perfectly. She wore thick false lashes, fluttering open for me and revealing her pretty brown eyes.
It was really a shame because all her efforts were in fucking vain. She was going to be a perfect little mess in no time.
Her man stood to the side, regarding me with something between hatred and admiration.
He wasn’t as tall as me. His hair was light brown and cropped close to his head, his eyes a murky shade of blue. He didn’t like me, I could tell.
But why would he? I was about to fuck his little girlfriend into pieces, and he was going to watch.
No man in his right mind would like that. Not until they saw me in action. Not until I handed them their woman back, fucked so well she’d worship their cock for the rest of their time together.
I wanted to tell him he should be grateful, but I knew I shouldn’t.
Instead, I just smiled wide and moved aside to let them in.
As soon as they stepped inside, my brow furrowed with worry.
“Shoes off, please,” I said roughly, and they gave me incredulous looks, but slipped their footwear off.
The girl was much shorter now, and I towered over her. Her discarded Louboutins were the last remnants of her confidence. Now, she was shaking and scared, holding on to her boyfriend’s hand for support.
What a sweet little whore. I loved them scared.
“It’s okay, babe,” he told her in a strained voice.
Of course, it wasn’t okay. It was never going to be okay again. It was going to be so much better they’d beg me to come back and make me fuck her again. But of course, I would say no.
I knew my rules, and I never broke them.
I never wanted to, either.
Not until Bebe.
“It is okay,” I repeated after him, giving them both glowing smiles. “Let’s get you both something to drink. Relax your nerves, okay?”
The girl nodded timidly and her man stared me down as I led them into the living room where the bar was.
“What’s your drink?” I asked him first, trying to make him more comfortable with the whole arrangement.
“I’ll take a whisky,” he said, looking at my collection of bottles.
“On the rocks?” I asked easily, and he shook his head.
He walked around my living room, his filthy hands touching every surface they passed. My fingers tightened around the glass as I poured his drink. I wanted to fucking kill him. I’d have to clean the whole place after they left.
The girl stood in the middle of the room, frozen to the spot. She looked like she was on the verge of tears and it turned me on so much I had to readjust my jeans.
I handed the guy his drink and sat down on my pristine white sofa, making myself comfortable.
“Don’t you want to know our names?” the girl asked softly, and I gave her a curious look.
“No, not particularly,” I said in a low voice, my eyes drinking in her sexy little body.
She had big tits, barely covered by the dress she wore. But where the decolletage was daring, the dress reached her knees in a modest length that suggested she wasn’t as comfortable with the whole scenario as she wanted me to believe. I wondered whether her legs were in tights or stockings. It didn’t really make a difference to me. I liked tearing things apart, be it fabric or people.
She shivered at my words and her boyfriend walked up behind her. I was curious as to what his next move might be.
He locked eyes with me and I saw it, the emotion I’d come to know so well.
Desperation.
It was what drove them to my apartment, I was fucking sure of it.
She was more beautiful than him, but he was confident where she was shy. She could probably have any man she wanted with the dose of self-confidence I was going to give her. A small, sentimental part of me hoped she wouldn’t leave her guy. He seemed to genuinely care about her. I could tell from the way his hand holding the whisky shook with nerves.
He pushed her forward slightly, and she stumbled towards me. I opened my legs and stared right into her eyes.
“Go on,” her boyfriend urged her, and I saw goosebumps erupt all over her skin in anticipation.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked her, and she shook her head, her gaze glued to mine.
She needed direction. She needed encouragement.
But because I was a sick fucking bastard, I wasn’t going to help her, I was only going to make things worse for her.
“Walk to the window,” I told her simply, and she nearly tripped over her own feet in her effort to obey. “See if you can see my friend on the other side of the street.”
“I-I see her,” she stuttered, and my blood pumped all the way down into my cock.
“Why don’t you give her a little wave,” I growled, watching the blonde wave timidly at Bebe silhouetted in the window.
I smiled to myself, motioning to her boyfriend to sit down, and getting up myself. I walked to the record player in the corner of the room and put on some music, watching their nerves loosen ever so slightly.
I winked at the guy as I walked over to the window, gently placing a palm against the spotless glass. The girl flinched when I approached her, but I didn’t give it a second thought. My eyes were on Bebe as I leaned closer to the blonde, my voice a caress against her skin.
“Undress,” I whispered, my fingers finding the zipper on her back, gently tugging it down until it revealed her toned, sexy body.
She shivered under my touch, and the tension in the room grew until it was almost palpable.
She reached up, peeling her dress off her body and exposing herself to my watchful eyes. The dress pooled around her feet.
I glanced at her before looking at Bebe.
I’d never thought of how ridiculously close our apartments were. I could see every little movement she made.
I lowered my head against the girl’s skin, my lips brushing against her shoulder ever so slightly. She flinched at the touch.
“Shh,” I told her softly. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”
She relaxed, her shoulders sagging submissively and her whole body leaning against mine. I reached up, my fingers tangling in her light mane of hair until I had them wrapped around her silky strands. It was so light compared to Bebe’s. Barely a shade above white.
I pulled, hard, and her head snapped back, her lips parting in a surprised O and her eyes fearfully finding mine.
“Open your mouth wide,” I said, just as gently as earlier, and she did. “Good little girl.”
My thumb hooked in the corner of her mouth and I opened her up, looking at her pearly white teeth and her little tongue, her mouth gathering spit as she looked up at me with a mix of fear and adoration.
“What a pretty little mouth,” I muttered. “It’s going to look so good once it’s full.”
I pushed her down to her knees unceremoniously, and she tumbled down the rabbit hole.
Her boyfriend was long forgotten, and I didn’t give a shit what he thought of me manhandling her. He might as well learn something from me—if he didn’t storm out in a fit of rage, that is.
“What hole is your favorite, darling?” I asked the girl, holding her chin gently between my fingers. “What’s your favorite hole to have filled to the brim?”
“P-Pussy,” she muttered.
“Pussy?” I repeated, my voice sweet like I was talking to a child.
She nodded.
“You want that tight, hot little cunt full of my cum?” I asked her, rougher now. “You want a stranger to fuck you full of his steaming hot jizz while your boyfriend watches? What a nasty little slut you are.”
She blanched at the realization of what she’d said, assuming I was going to fuck her raw.
I always fucked with a condom on.
I couldn’t remember a time when I hadn’t used one.
“Would you like to have your wish come true?” I asked her softly, even though my heart was pounding with panic at the mere thought of it.
“Y-yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, sir,” she moaned.
I was fine with ‘sir’. Or Daddy. Or my name. Anything to get them wet for me. There was nothing like the feeling of a tight, hot pussy dripping with need for me as I pushed myself inside it.
“Beg,” I told her sweetly, and she looked away, tightly shutting her eyes. “Aww, are you shy, little girl?”
She nodded.
“Don’t be shy,” I said, my voice gentle again. “Don’t be shy now. Because in an hour you’re going to be begging for much worse things than having your pretty pussy filled.”
“Please,” she whispered. “Please fuck my pussy, sir. Please fuck it full.”
“Go on,” I urged her, my eyes going up and locking on Bebe as I unbuckled my belt.
I fucking loved the metallic sound of the buckle as I undid it, pushing my jeans off but keeping hold of the leather belt just to scare the little slut in front of me.
Bebe was staring. She looked angry. Actually, she looked fucking pissed as hell, and I loved it. I loved getting a rise out of her. What I was doing with her felt like insanely long, drawn-out foreplay that could result in the best sex I’d ever had.
That is if I was ever brave enough to let her get close.
“Please, sir, please fuck me, please make me come, let me get you off, I’ll do anything,” the girl said desperately.
Her eyes kept going to her boyfriend, and it made me chuckle. So self-conscious. She didn’t need to be. She’d have us both, and soon.
“I asked you to come here so my friend across the street could watch,” I said simply. “I want her fucking marinating in her lust until she’s ready to pop like an overblown balloon. Wouldn’t that be fun, little girl?”
She nodded, desperate eyes wanting to do desperate things to have my dick inside her.
I palmed my balls through the fabric of my boxers, right in front of her needy face, and she mewled like the helpless little whore she was.
“Why don’t we put on a little show for her, then?” I asked, and she nodded again, her eyes glazed over with lust. “What a good girl you are. Now come here.”
She crawled closer on her knees and I wrapped my black leather belt around her neck, but not before snapping it threateningly in front of her eyes. Her face was ghostly pale as I wrapped the belt around her slender neck, twisting it in the front and bringing her lips closer to my crotch.
With my free hand, I tugged my boxers down, and the girl breathed in deeply at the sight of my cock. I didn’t give her a chance to change her mind, instead squeezing the belt tighter and entering her mouth as savagely as I dared.
“Open wider,” I barked at her, her teeth grazing my shaft.
She looked up at me, blinking fast, her little face so pretty and desperate.
“Don’t be scared,” I said, more of a warning than it was a consolation. “Come on, wide as you can. Take me in. I know you can fit me in that whore throat of yours. Just open up for me, slut.”
She did, and I groaned as my cock slid deeper down her throat, all the way down. I pushed her back, the heat of her skin fogging up the window. I held the belt in my hands and ordered her to suck without saying a word, my eyes going back to Bebe.
Her hands lingered above her tits, obviously wanting to touch.
“Get me my phone,” I barked at the guy sitting on the couch.
He got up as if in a trance and brought my phone to me. He didn’t say a word.
“Hold the belt,” I told him, handing him the thick leather, his fingers shaking as he took it from me. “Make her suck.”
My fingers moved across the screen of my phone, and I typed a message to Bebe, then looked back at her, waiting for a reaction.
Don’t fucking touch yourself. Don’t you fucking dare.
I groaned at the feeling of the girl trying to swallow me, her boyfriend breathing heavily as she sucked me down.
Bebe’s reply came back in seconds.
Come and stop me.
I wanted to fucking kill her, but instead, I sent off another text.
If you touch that whore body of yours, I’m going to make you regret it.
I looked back up in time to see her smirk at her phone and toss it on the bed behind her, her hands roaming down her tanned skin.
“Fucking get out of the way,” I barked at the guy, and he stepped aside as I pulled out of his girlfriend’s mouth. She let out a shocked little gasp when I pulled her to her feet and turned her around, that dripping cunt right next to the tip of my dick. I got a condom from my discarded jeans and hurriedly put it on, my cock covered in her spit and latex.
I pushed her against the window and sank my cock balls deep inside her and she howled at the sensation. But before she could come, I pulled right out of her, my coated dick dripping.
“I’m sorry, darling, but this is going to hurt,” I told her gently, not giving her a chance to respond and plunging my whole length inside her asshole.
She cried out and I looked to stare at Bebe while I fucked her virgin hole. Her boyfriend had told me she hadn’t had anything but a plug inside her, and I’d promised not to take it myself. But what the hell, it wasn’t the first promise I’d broken, and that tight little ass felt too good to stop now.
“I can’t believe you fucking did that,” her boyfriend muttered next to me, holding his head with one hand and his dick with the other. “Fuck, I can’t believe it, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
I didn’t even glance at him, just fucked the girl until her mewls and moans turned into sexy little sobs, my eyes always on Bebe, taunting her. She was touching herself, even though I’d told her not to, and I badly wanted to fucking hurt her.
“Don’t come,” the girl begged me. “Please don’t come, I want it in my pussy, please, I’m on the pill, I promise…”
“Shut the fuck up,” I growled at her, tightening my grip on the belt around her neck and making her gargle on her own spit. “Be a good whore. Good whores just moan, they don’t want.”
I felt myself getting close with her tight ass around me, her sobs edging me. But my eyes were always on Bebe, on her furious expression and her fingers toying with what should have been mine.
“Come for me,” I ordered the girl, and she let go, coming apart on my dick like it was the only thing she could do.
I’d made her boyfriend teach her how to come on command, how to be a perfect whore, before I let them come see me. And she played her role perfectly, like a good little slut.
When she came with a cry, I pulled out of her. My dick was hard as hell as I palmed it, the girl’s boyfriend rushing to her help just as my phone started to ring.
“Hello, Bebe,” I muttered, picking it up.
“Miles,” she breathed.
“Yes, sweetie?” I asked, watching her desperate fingers fucking my pussy while my own palmed my dick. “Is there something you wanted?”
“Come fuck me,” she begged. “Come here, I want you, come see me, or let me come over there, anything, just let me…”
I grinned at her before giving her my answer.
“No,” I said firmly.
She seemed surprised, glaring at me through the window and being stubbornly quiet.
“Then let him,” she spoke up. “It’s not fair. Let him come over. Let him fuck me.”
I pondered her idea.
“Please, Miles,” she begged desperately. “Please, let him! I’ll do anything, I’ll film it for you, if you want.”
“No,” I finally decided. “I told you not to play. If you want treats, you better learn to fucking follow orders.”
“Miles!” she cried out, her little fist banging against the window.
“I think,” I went on, “what you really want is to watch us both fucking her.”
“No,” she begged.
“And wishing it was you,” I added.
“NO!” she hissed.
“Learn to fucking follow orders, sweetheart,” I told her. “Because I only fuck good girls who do.”
I cut the call and turned to look at the boyfriend.
“Right,” I said pleasantly. “Wipe her tears off and get her sweet cunt ready for me.”