Meggie was unable to elude the pervert for long.

Meg stood in front of her mirror, carefully applying a layer of mascara to her lashes. Her routine was meticulous, each step designed to enhance her natural beauty without looking overly done. She brushed her chestnut waves until they shimmered under the bathroom light, then secured them with a clip at the nape of her neck. A touch of blush added a healthy glow to her cheeks, and a slick of nude lipstick completed her look. Her outfit for the day was another tailored ensemble: a deep green blouse that accentuated her eyes, paired with a high-waisted pencil skirt that hugged her curves perfectly. A matching blazer hung over the back of her chair, ready to be donned before she left.

As she grabbed her keys and purse, Meg noticed something strange on the outside of her apartment door. There were faint, yellowish stains smeared across the wood, almost like someone had tried to wipe them away but hadn't been very successful. She leaned in closer, examining the marks. They looked disturbingly like cum stains. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought about who might have left them there. With a shake of her head, she **** herself to focus on the day ahead and stepped out into the hallway.

Later that night, Meg returned home exhausted from a long day at work. She fumbled with her keys, trying to fit them into the lock, but they wouldn't turn. Confused, she pulled them out and examined the keyhole. It was slightly bent, as if someone had tried to **** their way in. A notice was glued to the door, informing her that the lock had been changed due to a break-in attempt. The new keys would be delivered tomorrow.

Meg cursed loudly, frustration bubbling up inside her. She tried to call her landlord for clarification, but her phone was dead. Just then, Josh appeared behind her, his presence as unwelcome as ever. He wore the same stained clothes, his face twisted into a fake expression of concern. "What's wrong, Meg?" he asked, his voice dripping with insincerity.

Meg turned to him, her anger barely contained. "Someone broke my lock, and I can't get in. My phone's dead, so I can't even call the landlord."

Josh feigned sympathy. "That's terrible. You could stay at my place tonight. Just until you get your new keys."

Meg was taken aback by his boldness. She glanced down and noticed his huge erection straining against his pants. His eyes were locked onto hers with an intensity that made her uncomfortable. She remembered their conversation from the other night, the way he had leered at her, the crude insinuations.

"Thank you, but no," she said firmly. "I can't stay at your place."

Josh sighed dramatically. "I understand, but you could at least come in to charge your phone. It's the least I can do."

Meg hesitated. She didn't know anyone else in the building, and her options were limited. Reluctantly, she nodded. "Okay, just for a few minutes."

Josh unlocked his door and gestured for her to enter. Inside, the apartment was a mess. Piles of porn magazines littered the floor, along with empty beer cans and takeout containers. The air was thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and sweat. Meg wrinkled her nose as she walked further in, her heels clicking on the dirty linoleum.

She sat down on the couch, careful not to disturb the debris. Josh handed her a charger and turned on the TV, sitting down far too close to her. Meg could feel his leg pressing against hers, and she shifted uncomfortably. His erection was obvious now, pulsing beneath his zipper. She couldn't help but stare, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts.

Josh leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "This is your fault, you know. All this tension between us."

Meg turned to look at him, her heart pounding. His face was flushed with desire, his mouth slightly open as if he was about to drool. She felt frozen as he kissed her neck, his lips rough against her skin. He whispered dirty innuendos, promising to make her feel like a real woman.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Josh's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Say it again."

"Okay," Meg repeated, more firmly this time. "But you need to use a condom."

Josh's expression darkened. "Real men fuck raw."

Meg shook her head. "I always use a condom. If you want this, you'll use one."

With a growl of frustration, Josh agreed. "Fine."

Meg got up and retrieved a condom from her purse. She walked to Josh's room, where he was already naked, sitting on the edge of the bed with his massive erection standing at attention. He made a crude comment she did't even notice as she approached, his eyes raking over her body.

Meg knelt before him, admiring his dick. She carefully rolled the condom over his length, her hands steady despite the nervous energy coursing through her. Once it was secure, she stood up and slowly removed her clothes, revealing her toned body. Her breasts were full and firm, nipples hard with anticipation. Her hips flared outwards, leading down to long, shapely legs.

Josh grabbed her, pulling her down onto the bed. He positioned himself between her thighs, his dick teasing her vaginal lips. He leaned down and sucked on her breasts, his tongue flicking over her nipples. Meg gasped, her body arching towards him.

Josh began to thrust, his dick sliding into her with ease. Meg moaned, the sensation overwhelming her. He pumped harder, his movements rough and urgent. Meg's orgasm built quickly, her body tightening around him. She screamed in pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.

Josh pulled out, panting heavily. "Change positions," he demanded.

Meg turned onto her stomach, presenting her ass to him. She gave him a horny smile. "Sure."

Josh took advantage of the moment, removing the condom and tossing it aside. He touched her vaginal lips with his bare penis, waiting for her reaction. Meg wriggled her butt, teasing him. "Hurry," she urged.

Josh thrust into her, his dick filling her completely. Meg gasped, feeling something different this time. The sensation was more intense, more primal. "Something's different," she moaned.

Josh grinned, relishing the feeling. "What is it?"

Meg's moans grew louder, her body shaking with pleasure. "I don't know, but it's good. So intense."

Josh pounded into her, his rhythm relentless. Meg's screams filled the room as she came again, her body convulsing around him. Josh followed soon after, his own release flooding into her.