THE MASTER KEY

Pete had first seen her lying by the apartment complex 
pool, a couple weeks back. The petite Asian goddess sat 
on the beach chair with one leg out and one leg 
slightly bent wearing a sheer white robe over a bikini. 
Under her big straw hat, he could see the face of an 
angel, as she sat reading her magazine with Japanese 
print on the cover. 

He was walking back to his car from Melinda's 
apartment. Even though he was in a hurry, he took pause 
to soak up the smooth skin of her legs and tiny waist. 
Damn! what I would give to fuck her, he thought. Then 
he looked at his watch. 12:55, Shit! only five minutes 
left on his lunch break. 

Pete wasn't worried about being late back to work. No, 
the bigger concern was running into his supervisor 
Mike, who came home for his lunch between 1 to 2. See, 
Mike liked to eat lunch at home with his wife, Melinda, 
who was presently back in the apartment throwing her 
clothes back on and running to the kitchen. Somewhere 
in that time, she would also have to brush her teeth. 
Pete had just fucked her from behind, and then pumped 
his load in her mouth as she kneeled before him, with 
one hand on the back of her head and another around her 
throat. 

Oh well, he thought, can't fuck 'em all. With that 
thought, he turned the corner and almost ran into a man 
walking the other direction. For an instant, he thought 
it was Mike. But no, it was just the maintenance man, 
carrying a load of paint buckets. The man rounded the 
corner and disappeared, and Pete noticed an empty 
apartment, smelling of fresh paint, with a ring of keys 
hanging from the doorknob. Pete didn't miss a stride as 
he grabbed it and slipped it into his pocket, thinking 
hmmm, these may prove useful one day... 

*** 

Mike was out of town for two days for some training 
somewhere. The morning of day two, Pete let himself 
into Melinda and Mike's apartment with his new master 
key at 5:45 and waited in the dark. At 6, Melinda came 
home from the night shift. She flicked on the light, 
but nothing happened. Shit, she thought, not the fuse 
again. 

As she went for the circuit breaker, hands reached out 
of the dark and threw her onto the couch. She spun 
around, just in time for her assailant to land on top 
of her. In the half light she could barely make out his 
silhouette as he pulled her coat open. His hands 
reached into her coat and grabbed the front of her 
white nurse's uniform. Buttons flew as he ripped it 
open, exposing her white lace bra. 

"No!" she shouted. He slapped hard across the face, and 
whispered, "shut up bitch." She gasped as clap of the 
blow echoed off the walls, shocked by the blow as well 
as the recognition of the voice. Stunned, she didn't 
resist as Pete pushed her bra up and mauled her round 
breasts. 

Melinda realized what was going on and whispered 
hoarsely, "No, stop. 
Pete, no!" He let go of her nipples and grabbed her 
throat. His other hand grabbed her hair. "I said, shut 
the fuck up, you little whore." He stood up, pulling 
her by the hair and throat. The pain tore through her 
and she grabbed his hands, trying to take the pressure 
off her hair. They got off the couch, and he shoved her 
against the side. 

As she gasped for air, he spun her around away from him 
and pinned her against the armrest. His arms encircled 
her, one grabbing her tit, twisting the nipple. Then he 
let go and slid his hand up her loose disheveled bra, 
and went up to her throat, lightly pinching her voice 
box. She froze in fear. 

His other hand went down the front of her torn uniform, 
under her nylons and into her panties. He grabbed her 
crotch, working his middle finger into her dry hole. 

"No, no," she whimpered, until he lightly added 
pressure to her neck. She stopped, as he felt for her 
dry clit, ripping out pubes as his fingers rubbed her 
raw, inside and out. 

Pete released her neck and shoved her down, bending her 
over the armrest. He roughly pulled down hose and 
panties around her ankles and stepped on the crotch, 
pulling one leg out. Then he kicked her legs apart. She 
was naked waist down, legs spread, completely 
vulnerable to him as he pinned her against the armrest. 

"Stop, Pete!" she whispered and cried, as she tried to 
straighten. He pushed her head back down and shoved his 
hips against her legs, ramming her into the couch. 
"Shut up!" he spat, as the winced, with the air knocked 
out of her lungs. 

He reached into his pocked and got the jar of cold 
cream. He opened it, with her pinned against the couch, 
and took out a big gob with three fingers. Then he 
reached under her, and slathered it into her cunt. She 
gasped at the shock of the cold, with his fingers 
following them up. Her pussy sloshed, with the cream 
deep inside her, as well as running down her inner 
thigh. He then pulled out his sopping fingers and ran 
them up her crack, moistening her tight virgin ass. 

"No!" she cried. Pete just shoved her even harder, 
knocking her air out once again. As she fought to catch 
her breath, he dropped his pants rammed his rock hard 
cock into her snatch. Her legs tightened around his, 
but she couldn't force him out. 

He pumped her wildly, ripping into her, as she grunted 
at the sudden entry. He fucked and fucked, as she sat 
their helplessly, taking it deeply from behind. 

She thought it would never stop, until he suddenly 
pulled out. 
She knew he hadn't come, but didn't know what was going 
on. Then he pulled her ass checks apart and put the 
head of his engorged cock against the small hole. "N--" 
she begged, as he rammed it into her tight ass. "Ughh," 
she whimpered, as he pulled out a little, and the 
thrust even deeper. 

Her entire body tensed as he ripped into her. "Ohhh, 
unnngh!" she gasped in pain, feeling his cock worked 
itself in all the way. His hips finally slapped up 
against her ass, his buried cock deep in her bowels. 

He moved his legs out from hers, and she quickly drew 
her legs together. This squeezed her ass tighter around 
his dick. Then he pulled her head up, and moved his 
hand back around her throat, his other hand grabbing 
her nipple again. Pete moved his mouth next to her ear 
and whispered "take it you little slut" as he slowly 
worked his cock around, deep in her asshole. "take it, 
take it up the ass!" 

"Uhhhh, ohhh, no, stop, oohhhh!" she cried. But he kept 
fucking and fucking. Faster and faster, he pumped as 
she whimpered and moaned in pain. From his rhythm, she 
knew he was close. 

But again, he abruptly stopped and pulled out. Her 
asshole was still burning, but free from the immense 
pressure of his hard cock, that she didn't notice when 
he pushed her down onto the floor. He rolled her onto 
his back and got on top of her, pinning her arms above 
her head. 

His cock found its way back into her pussy, and she 
gasped again at the intrusion. He fucked in and out 
roughly, his face right against hers. The pain and 
hatred in her eyes meant nothing, as he thrust a few 
more times before unloading his come into her. "yeah, 
bitch, here comes my juice. Right where you like it, 
cunt." His balls pumped every last drop into her, and 
he rolled off, catching his breath. 

Free at least, she rolled onto her side and started 
sobbing. Then she turned on him, "Get out of here, you 
son of a bitch. If I ever see you again, you're a dead 
man!" 

"Relax, you little minx. You loved it." he coolly 
replied, as he slowly got up. She started to sob. Time 
to bail, he said. "Look, if you didn't like it, that's 
your tough shit. But, you say anything or try to do 
anything, you're in as deep shit as I am, so you better 
keep quiet." 

She just sobbed more, as he pulled up his pants, and 
left. 

*** 

'Shit, what a cry baby,' he thought, as he walked out. 

The cool predawn air felt good on his sweaty body. Time 
for a nice relaxing day at work, without the supervisor 
around. Good to get his strength back. 

As he turned the corner again, he saw a taxi waiting. 
Instinctively, he stopped, and stepped into the bushes 
next to the path. Then he saw the apartment facing the 
parking lot open. A man wearing a suit, carrying a 
briefcase and large suitcase stepped out of the bright 
apartment into the twilight. Then, the unmistakable 
figure of his goddess in a silk robe came out to give 
him a goodbye kiss. A semi sloppy kiss, right before 
the man hurriedly got into the taxi. "Airport!" he 
said, as the door slammed, and the engine revved. 

'Hmmm,' thought Pete. 'What a fuckin' lucky day.'

*** 

At 11:00 that night, Pete sat in his car, watching the 
lights of the apartment. He knew the layout of the 
units, and knew that the living room lights were being 
switched off and the bedroom lights were being switched 
on. Then the bathroom lights switched on, with a dark 
shadow moving behind the frosted glass in front of the 
shower. 

Silently, he got out of the car and walked up the 
steps. With the master key, he opened the door, stopped 
by a chain. Quietly, he leaned against the door, and 
the screws slowly ripped out of the soft wood of the 
door frame. Inside, he closed the door and dead bolted 
it again, with the sound of the shower coming from the 
bedroom. 

From the kitchen, he lifted the receiver off the phone 
and placed it in a drawer, closing it softly on the 
cord. Then he made his way into the bedroom, stepping 
into the closet, and sliding the door closed to a 
slight crack. And he waited. 

When the shower stopped, he heard her shuffle about. 
Pete shifted about in anticipation, impatient as he 
heard the hairdryer startup. Finally the door opened, 
and she came out, wearing a short lace robe that went 
just above her knees. 

Pete was spell bound by her smooth white skin and 
beautiful face, as she puttered around the room. He was 
going to savor this one. With all that he had planned, 
he wanted it all to last as long as possible. 

She sat on the futon, and took a bottle of lotion from 
the night table. 
As she stretched her legs out, Pete saw she had little 
white panties on. Slowly, she smoothed the lotion up 
and down her long legs, caressing them from her calves 
up to her thighs. 

Pete could feel himself salivating. Now was as good a 
time as any. He burst out of the closet and was 
straddling her before she knew what was happening. With 
his weight on her chest, his hand went over her mouth 
before she could scream. His other hand produced a long 
knife, which he held in front her face. 

She stopped squirming and became fixated on the blade, 
as he moved it slowly before her. The glistening metal 
came to rest softly against; you guessed it, her 
throat. "shhhhhh," he said, and removed his hand from 
her mouth. 

She barely breathed, much less made a sound, as he got 
off her and sat next to her, with the cold steel still 
against her neck. He helped her sit up, without moving 
the weapon from her soft skin. His other hand reached 
into his pocket, silently unscrewing the lid of the 
flask hidden there. 

As he moved behind her, he put the knife down. She 
still sat silently, terrified. His free hand quickly 
brought the flask to her mouth, his other holding her 
head steady. She flinched, but didn't struggle until 
the neck of the flask was between her lips. Then she 
thrashed, but it was too late. His free hand held her 
head, his fingers pinching her nose shut. As she 
struggled, fighting for air, she sucked in a couple 
long swallows from the tilted flask, half chocking and 
half swallowing the potent drink. 

He pulled it away, allowing her to gulp in air, 
spilling some of the fluid. He noticed that not much 
spilled, meaning she had drunk enough of the strong 
stuff, but as soon as she exhaled, he quickly put the 
flask back to her mouth. It never hurts to be sure, he 
thought, as she struggled and took in another sip. 

She broke free and squirmed to the other side of the 
bed, pulling her short robe tightly around herself. He 
grabbed the knife, looking menacing, keeping her from 
leaving the room. He recapped the flask, and waited, as 
she coughed the remaining drops of burning liquid from 
her mouth. 

He waved the knife in front of her face, and she again 
became fixated. She backed away from him into the 
corner, but stumbled off the edge of the futon onto the 
floor. She lost her balance and fell back, her robe 
partly opening and her legs spreading slightly. His 
cock stirred as he saw the thin strip of white between 
her legs. 

Clumsily, she pulled her robe together and bunched her 
legs under her. Damn, what a lightweight! Pete knew it 
wouldn't be long till she was at his mercy. 

Within a couple of minutes, she was fighting to keep 
her eyes open. 
Close enough, he though. He scabbard the knife and 
moved toward her. She cowered in the corner, but 
couldn't get away. Very gently, he moved her back onto 
the futon, as she half struggled. Then he pushed her 
flat onto her back. 

He moved away, and placed his hands on her bare legs. 
Slowly, he moved his hands up her legs, over her 
thighs, as she squirmed. Her hands tried to stop him, 
but he easily pushed them out of the way, as they got 
to the waistband of her panties. He pushed them up her 
hips, bunching them around her waist, pulling at her 
crotch and stretching across her mound. 

His hands kept going up, releasing her panties, over 
the lace of her with robe. She tried to push him away, 
but he kept moving, till he got to the soft swell of 
her breasts. Gently, he felt the soft underside, ever 
so slowly moving up, pushing against her weak hands. 
When his finger tips got to her nipples, she gasped, 
and her hands were barely offering any resistance. 

Slowly and gently, he rubbed her breasts through the 
lacey fabric, the texture rubbing against her nipples 
until the stood hard. Each change of direction brought 
a little gasp, as she closed her eyes, and her hands 
fell to her sides. 

His hands went down the ties of her robe and undid 
them. When he started to peel the garment open, her 
hands weakly moved to his to stop him. He let go of the 
robe and gently held her wrists, pushing them above her 
head. Slowly, with his lips, he kissed the swell of her 
cleavage through the top opening, pushing the lace 
aside. When his lips reached the nipple, he sucked in, 
whirling his tongue around the warm areoles. She gasped 
and arched her back under him, jutting her breasts into 
his face. 

He moved to the other nipple, pushing the robe wide 
open, licking and caressing her warmth. She moaned 
softly, moving her head side to side, pushing her hands 
against his. 

Pete then moved his legs between hers and slowly pushed 
them apart. He was surprised when they started opening 
on their own! She spread her legs wide, as he pushed 
his pelvis against hers. His stiff cock rubbed her 
mound through their clothes, and she tried to grind him 
back under him. 

He moved her wrists to one hand, freeing the other to 
go down to her nipple, lightly twisting and rubbing it. 
She moaned loader, bucking her hips. His hand continued 
down, between them, between her legs. The crotch of her 
soft panties were getting warm, as he gently caressed 
her lips through the thin fabric. 

His finger slipped under the waistband and travelled 
down the front, tickling her pubes, going further 
south, until it went over the cliff of her mound. It 
gently rubbed her swelling clit as he stroked up and 
down her moist opening. Her lips parted as she gasped, 
bucking and writhing under him. 

Pete could barely stand it anymore. He let go of her 
arms and brought both hands to her panties, getting a 
firm grip, and deftly ripping one of the legs off. He 
moved his body down hers, as he pushed her tattered 
panties down her leg. She felt his hot breath on her 
sex. When the tip of his tongue tasted her, a bolt of 
electricity went through her body, driving her nuts. 
Her hands went down to his head, surprising him. 

He drove his tongue into her twat, licking in and out, 
sucking on her clit, as she fucked his face. Her eyes 
were closed, and her hands moved around clumsily. She 
lacked all coordination, and with it, all control and 
restraint of her own lust. 

He backed away from her, moving her own hand down to 
her clit, as he continued to tease her cunt with the 
tip of his tongue. She found the nub and began to rub 
herself. He backed away from her completely, and she 
moved her hand to cover her entire slit, rubbing and 
finger. Her other hand went up to her neglected 
nipples, rubbing. 

Pete was astonished. She rubbed and fingered herself, 
as if he wasn't even there. Silently, he pulled a 
camera out of his pocket and snapped a few shots of 
her. She continued to writhe, as he completely 
undressed and climbed back on top of her. 

He planted his mouth on hers, and was surprised to find 
her tongue in his mouth. His hard cock pressed between 
her legs, getting slick with the moisture from her 
pussy. As they kissed, her hands moved to his ass, 
trying to pull him into her. He held her off, teasing 
her with the tip of his hardness, kissing deeper into 
her mouth and sucking her tongue. 

She grabbed his ass harder and bucked her hips up. The 
tip of his cock sank into her cunt, and he felt her 
wetness. He pulled out and broke off the kiss. She 
pulled in protest, but he quickly moved up her body and 
put the tip of his cock on her lips. Without 
hesitation, she licked her juices off the tip and then 
opened her mouth wide, lifting her head to take as much 
as she could. He fucked her face, watching his cock 
plunge in and out of her sweet mouth. 

His cock was now rock hard and throbbing, ready for the 
main event. He pulled out of her mouth and moved back 
down. She was ready, and she held her breath as he 
slowly slid his entire length into her sopping wet 
cunt. She was tight, but she was wet, and he slid 
easily through the tight opening. 

With each thrust, he could feel his cockhead rub 
against her cervix, at the limit of her canal. She 
gasped and gritted her teeth on each downstroke. He 
knew he must be hurting her, but she continued to fuck 
him back. 

Time to go for it, he thought. He pushed his hands 
under her ass, giving him more leverage with each 
thrust. He could feel his balls slap against her ass on 
each stroke, as they both got hotter and hotter. She 
pulled his ass into her as they fucked with abandon, 
closer and closer. 

Finally, his balls exploded, shooting his hot come into 
her. His spasms set her off, as she shuddered and 
clenched her cunt around his member. He moved his hands 
up to her head, and covering her mouth with his, 
driving his tongue into her mouth with his final 
thrusts, as she moaned loudly into his mouth. He pumped 
and pumped until he felt like his balled were drained 
to the core and were leaking out of her tight pussy. 

Spent, he collapsed onto her and lied still. He could 
still feel her cunt spasming, as they both caught their 
breath. After a couple minutes, he noticed her 
breathing became steady and deep, as he realized that 
she was out. 

Gently, he pulled out and took a long look at the angel 
fuck monster before him. Then he gathered his stuff and 
slipped out into the night.