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Erotic Short: “Don’t punish my ass!”

Mr. Goldberg was not attractive. Like, not at all. He was a typical dad in the suburbs sporting the small belly from a little too many beers and more stress at work instead of exercising. It wasn’t that he was ugly, but his lined face and slouching posture didn’t do it for me at all.
That must be why I hated it so much when he crammed his dick up my ass after he caught me stealing beer from his garage refrigerator.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” He roared from the door connected to the inside of his house. He slammed the garage door button and it started clanking down with the light going on. “Celeste? Is that you? FUCK! I knew someone was stealing my beer.”
“Mr. Goldberg! I’m uh, I’m sorry. I was just trying to see if you had some coke or something like diet Pepsi,” I said trying to lie.
“Bullshit,” he said stepping into the garage and around his Ford Focus. It was shimmered in immaculate shape which seemed odd for such a cheap car. “I can see the fucking beer can in your bag,” he gestured to the shopping sac at my feet filled with four beers. “I knew someone was stealing my shit so I put in the alarm and video system. I’ve got you fucking on camera.”
He pointed to the corner of his garage where a black half circle had been installed. A red light blinked on the dark sphere. The garage door was closed and he had me caught. I was trapped. Fuck.
“Mr. Goldberg! Please, don’t tell my parents. They’d kill me if they knew I was stealing.”
“I don’t know, Celeste. You can’t fucking steal my shit and get away with it.”
“Please!” I said again, imploring him with eyes crunched and concerned. I remember thinking if I cried he’d show mercy. “I can’t get in trouble again!” I started tearing up and sobbing.
He laughed in my face.
“Oh stop being ridiculous. Crying isn’t going to work on me.”
“But, waaaah, please,” I started sobbing, breathing hard and fast to add effect to my crying. “I’m, so sorry!” I sniffled, I let tears flood my mascara to my lips. “I’m so sorry, please don’t tell my parents!”
“Seriously, cut the fucking tears, they’re not going to work.” Mr. Goldberg said. He closed the door behind him and put his hand on my face. I flinched at first but he wiped some of my tears away. “What are we going to do with you?” he said all sweet kindness.
I did some exaggerated sniffling making sure my tits heaved under my blouse, and that he could tell I was really sorry.
“You are sexy,” he whispered and slid his hand over my ear. “Come here,” he said with a casual tone so different from his actions.
“AHH!” I screamed as his fist clenched in my hair behind my neck and he dragged me to the hood of his Ford Focus. I braced my fall with both hands on the hood and he held my face down. “What are you-!”
“Shut the fuck up,” he said with violence to match the way he’d slammed my cheek against his car. At least the hood was clean, I thought. “Mmm, but you have a sexy body.”
Mr. Goldberg held my head down while stroking my shoulders and back with his other hand. When he got to my waist I danced my feet to try and find some purchase to stand up.
“Stop! Mr. Goldberg! I’m sorry, no, please!”
I couldn’t get up and he had me pinned to the front of his car bent at the waist and tits smashed against the car along with my face. I braced my hands against the hood and tried to shove myself upright but his arm was like trying to move a wall.
Mr. Goldberg rounded my hips and fondled my ass over my black leggings.
“Damn your ass is nice. I bet you’re a good little slut, aren’t you?”
“What?!” I said confused and enraged at his sexual touch. He was assaulting me.
“You need to be punished.”
He slapped my ass, but let up on my face. He got one good spank in before I sprang off the car’s hood and backed away from his as fast as I could covering my tits with both arms. All thoughts of getting out with the beer fled and I hoped to escape without getting fucked.
“What are you doing, you fucking sicko?” I yelled.
“I fucking caught you stealing my beer, Celeste. How about instead of telling your parents or calling the cops you let me fuck you?”
“Wha- How- errr, um,” I was sputtering in confusion and shock at his blatant offering. “What did you say?”
He tilted his head eying my ass and legs with obvious intent. All I could focus on was how his dad-belly bulged forward and how he might have been attractive at one time when he was younger.
“Let me nail your tight little body and I won’t tell your parents what you’ve been doing.” He licked his lips and folded his arms. “I’ll have a lot of fun fucking your young pussy.”
“Eewww, gross,” I said pressing my back against a wall. I was cornered in his garage.
“God, you have a hot ass. I mean I’ve seen you prancing about in those pants and shorts and all, but fuck. Your ass is tight.”
He stared at my tits then waited. I stayed silent too confused and surprised to make any choices or form thoughts.
“Well, what is it going to be? Get fucked by your parents when I tell them what you’ve been doing, or fuck me?”
“You’re fucking disgusting!” I shouted choosing bravery over debasement.
Mr. Goldberg moved with a speed that seemed out of character for his age and pudginess. I’d underestimated him like how I thought I could resist his strength when he held my face against the top of his car. Instead his grip on my wrist was like a steel manacle.
“Your choice,” he said with growling intensity. “Your fucking parents are not going to be happy, and don’t think I’m going to be kind.”
He started dragging me to the garage door where I assumed another button was to open it. He had me by the wrist and pulled and pushed me along while I struggled. I couldn’t let him tell my parents. They’d ruin me. They’d ground me, and would probably make me come over to this pervert’s house and clean or some shit for him. They’d cut off my allowance and ruin my life. Under no circumstance could they find out. With a good deal of struggling, kicking and twisting I freed myself from Mr. Goldberg’s grip.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he said watching me scurry around the Focus.
I found the door to the house and with hope tried to twist the knob and open it. Maybe I could go through his house and escape without him telling my parents. If I got there fast maybe I could lie or something.
“It’s fucking locked, dumbass.”
“Why are you doing this?!” I wailed this time the tears and frustration real.
“You’re the one who was stealing my beer, slut.” Mr. Goldberg said.
“No one is going to believe you! I’ll lie and say you tried to rape me or something.”
“I have it all on video,” he said gesturing to the black half sphere in the corner.”
I had forgotten he had me on the recording.
“Well, they’ll see you touching my ass,” I said puffing my chest out and building confidence.
That would show him.
“I turned it off.” He looked at the sphere. “See, no red light.”
He was right and my hope, my only chance at escaping this nightmare was gone.
“So are you ready to spread those sexy long legs for me?” he said.
“Gross!”
“You can let me bend you over the car and fuck you from behind if it’ll make you feel better about getting it over with,” he said moving slowly in my direction. I backed away from him doing my best to keep distance between us in the small space. “Or you can let me lay you back, free those nice big teenage tits and fuck you while they jiggle against my face.” He laughed. “I bet you like getting your nipples sucked on.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” I shouted. “You’re so disgusting!”
“Oh, come on. A top like that, a pushup bra or something to show off that sweet cleavage and those pants. Come on. You can’t tell me you haven’t had some guy pull those things down and slap his dick against your shaved pussy?”
“How would you know? Ugh! Help!”
“Just a guess,” he said laughing. We were circling his car with me frantically backing up and staying opposite him while he moved around in slow circles like he was out for a night stroll. “Come on, let’s get this over with. We both know you chose to fuck me the minute I started taking you to see your parents.”
He sat on the step next to the door leading into his house.
“You might enjoy it.”
I panted leaning against his other car; some sort of sedan or something. I couldn’t tell or care. My thoughts were flying faster than pencil shavings when you grind a fresh one down to the nub on one of those old grinders. I’d already chosen? What the fuck did he think? Did he expect me to drop my pants at the snap of his fingers? Did he think I was some slut ready to fuck any man around?
“I’m not a fucking slut!” I shouted.
“Okay, so you’re not a whore. I get it. You’re still young.” He shrugged and I wanted to strangle him. “We can still tell your parents about this.”
“NO!” I took a deep breath and looked around. There were no windows. I checked the corner camera. The red light was off. “Fine. Let’s just get it over with.” I said.
“Finally,” Mr. Goldberg said using both hands on his knees to stand up and approach.
I trembled while waiting for him to get to me letting my hands tense and relax. My palms were so sweaty, slick and clammy from dread. I was terrified and my heart beat faster than it had when I was running away from Mr. Goldberg. It was moving faster than when the light went on and I got caught red handed.
Maybe I could distract him or something and kick him in the balls or escape somehow and lock him in here while I found the video. I planned on letting him get his dick out before I moved. Men were vulnerable when they were naked. I just had to endure until then. I could do that.
I trembled with breath wheezing through me like wind threatening to knock icicles off the roof while you’re standing under them.
“There, there, relax, I’ll be gentle, mostly,” Mr. Goldberg said. “I’m glad you saw sense and decided to let this happen.”
His voice was the slippery oil that coats cute little birds and animals after a spill in the ocean.
Mr. Goldberg’s hand on my shoulders were like the first taming touches of a predator toying with its food.
“Relax,” he whispered. “I’m really going to enjoy this.”
He pulled my blouse apart at the tip where my cleavage was shoving through the “v” neck. I didn’t know what he was doing. It was like he didn’t know how to undress a girl. Then he pushed his face between my tits and smashed my breasts against his face. I could feel the sharp poke of his stubble against my tender boobs.
“Uhhh,” I moaned, but not from pleasure. His beard hurt, it scratched against my softness.
“Mmm, yeah I like that too,” Mr. Goldberg muttered smiling like he’d found a pot of gold while lifting my blouse over my head. “Slip yourself out of this shirt,” he said.
My top was off in seconds and I shivered thinking this disgusting neighbor man was getting all hard thinking about fucking me. Shit. He was going to fuck me. I felt like a whore, like a disgusting slut, and I was doing it all to cover up the fact I was trying to steal a few beers.
Why didn’t I get Daniel to buy them for me? He was 21. I could have asked and he would have done it, but no. I had been too proud and bold thinking “what was the worst that could happen?” Like a true 19-year-old idiot I’d believed nothing would happen at all and here I was stripping down for my lecherous old man neighbor who clearly had a boner for me for like years just waiting for a chance at my body.
And to keep my parents from knowing I was going to let him fuck me. Fuck.
“Your bra too, sweet thing.”
His voice was the grating pain of slicing off finger skin trying to get the last bit of cheese.
I didn’t want to uncross my arms from my breasts, but he started pulling my straps off and unlacing my wrists with slow inevitability.
With a whimper, I began undoing the clasps.
“Ahhh, there we are,” Mr. Goldber said. “My god your tits are spectacular.”
He kissed my nipples with his greedy mouth, latching on and almost biting.
“Umm!” I moaned against my wishes feeling the sensitive nips scream in traitorous pleasure, in sickening lust.
“Fuck!” He said finding his fill on my squishy chest.
Mr. Goldberg shoved my shoulder and I slammed into the car’s hood. He pressed with a rigid arm against my shoulders and I bent at the waist against his car hood once more, this time my tits pressing cold against the metal. It was still clean. At least there was that.
“Push those pants down to your knees honey. I want to get inside you.”
“Unngh,” I moaned in protest, moving slowly like I’d been stabbed with a sedative.
But my hands moved behind my butt rolling the fabric over my ass cheeks and exposing my thong to the creeping pervert that lived next door.
“Fuuuck, your ass is fucking fine,” Mr. Goldberg said. I could feel the passion and disgusting perversion on his tongue like it was dripping onto my skin. “Shit, you’re so fucking sexy. I knew you were wearing a thong. Take it off too.”
It was degrading and disgusting. Every word out of his mouth was another screw of vomit lacing up my throat. At least he didn’t have me sucking him off.
I just had to wait until he whipped it out and I could nail him in the balls and destroy the evidence.
“I can’t wait to cram my dick inside your young pussy.” He sighed like a man knowing he was right. “I knew you shave your coochie. I knew you were bald between your legs.” He laughed. “I bet you’ve never had a real man’s cock shoved up to the balls inside you.” His voice slithered up my back like the nightmare when you can’t run but need to.
“I haven’t…” I said hoping to throw him off balance before I struck.
“I knew it,” he said and dropped his girth on my ass. I felt it smack my skin with a heavy weight like a dull sausage spilling out of the grinder.

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