Brandie

Brandie was knocking on the door, looking up and down the hallway impatiently.

“Sorry for the wait.” Gruffed a voice from the nearby Stairwell door as an old man with a solid head of gray hair emerged, pushing up his glasses and stroking his full beard before tugging his shirt down over his generous belly and stepping up to unlock the door the red haired teen had just knocked on.

“So you want to fill out an application.” He remarked gesturing for Brandie to follow and stepping into the unit to turn a corner and pull a drawer open on his desk. “Most people just do them online now a days.”

“No. I’m looking for a place for tonight.” Brandie awkwardly stated looking around and listening for anyone else.

She paused and tilted her head, as if listening intently to someone talking. Bill the Super just looked at her curiously, the sudden shift in her body language immediately making him wonder if the scantily clad teen was all there.

Lydia felt her body tremble in pleasure, her perspective her insight, it made it clear. This teen wasn't alone with her buolding Super.

The rooms shadows seemed to shift, the air had a strange enticing seeming buzz reverberate through it. Billy somehow seemed unaware of it all

Billy’s eyes however couldn’t help but roam her body, her slender teen body reminding him alot of his wife back when they met.

With a tilt of her head towards Billy and a playful smirk Brandie's voice was flat and matter of fact. "Uh yeah, I need a place here for tonight."

Billy responded with a hearty laugh. “Oh, that’s rich dear. But its not how it works. Not only are there no vacancies. But the company, vets, and calls the people waiting for a place. Then there's the monies.” Turning to look at Brandie he leaned on the desk, papers in hand as he crossed his arms.

Billy didn't even want to hand her the forms now, he had to legally, but he was **** to even chance her sending an application to be accepted in future.

Yet something tugged at him, dark and forbidden.

“No, you don’t understand.” Brandie replied stepping up to Billy and fidgeting her hands in the narrow space between them. “I’m not looking for an apartment. I NEED SOME place, HERE. Tonight.” Brandie's eyes were wide with insistence, before growing half lidded, and glossy. As if someone half dazed or drunk on some substance as her body lost and obvious stiffness in her movements.

Slinking to her knees, Brandie brushed her hands down Billy’s legs. She gazed up at him, palm pressing on the sudden bulge in Billy's pants her eyes looking wide, glossy and **** for a fix. Her face nearing, then nuzzling his crotch. “Haven’t you ever thought about fucking a tenant?” With a shallow gasp of pleasure Brandie lowered her tone, worked to utter her words more enticingly. “I can stay somewhere I’m not even supposed to, at your mercy to use, and easily disavowed. All too happy to please."

Billy looked away, shaking his head know, mentally struggling to rally the will to resist. Flashes from the strangely realistic feeling inexplicable dream from the night before haunting him.

Brandie’s hands hooked his pants, and slowly began undoing them. “I’m just a lowly runaway. No one knowing where I came from, where I’ve gone. All ****, and..”

Fishing Billy’s hard cock finally free Brandie eagerly took it into her mouth with a moan of delight. Brandie stroked, and gently bobbed up and down the top half of his shaft as if relishing a rare delicious treat. Delighting in the receptive groan and lack of resistance. "****.." Brandie gasped passionately as if having just finished a delectable treat.

Moaning long and hard, Brandie provoked a gasp of pleasure from Billy as she sucked more assertively, confidently, and professionally. Her eyes shifted to Billy’s shifting hands, posed to grab her.

Push her free...

Or pull her deeper...

With a gasp she released the cock from her mouth. “You have no idea all the lewd things you could do to me. I'm just a wanton slut.”

“Strip.” Billy’s words quaked from his lips, he couldn’t believe he dared to utter them but here he was facing down something worse than the dark fantasy he was thinking last night as he fucked his wife.

Thinking about the Stripper and her roommate not being half this lewd. All those people from the building just acting, carnally, wordlessly.

This was somehow worse, it was real. He was faltering resisting. This could cost him his job. His home.

Little did he know it was a deposit for his soul.

Brandie quickly discarded the scant top and skirt she had acquired from Lydia’s work.

Cocking her hips out to one side, Brandie swayed her body slightly, slowly shifting her hands up and down her body as if unable to sit still, purring in pleasure, her small flat chest pointed with hard nipples, pussy lips swollen and glistening beneath her hairless mons.

Billy directed Brandie to step back with a nod away from himself, he wasn't sure he was even really considering here offer. Who was he kidding, each second this carried on he was more certain of the mistake he was going to make.

Was feeling eager to release himself to commit.

While keenly gazing as Brandie slowly stood, sauntered a few steps away, and turned shifting her body generously flaunting into different poses she’d seen many a centerfold take.

Bending over forward, as she'd dangle being fucked while standing.

Standing, pivoting, she ran her hands down her legs, putting her ass on offer in the stripper like pose.

“Not much to look at.” Billy remarked of the relatively flat slender body the Brandie had displayed and made clear was on full offer.

“Maybe you can fuck a set of tits into me.” Brandie responded stepping towards Billy. “Or ram my ass so hard it swells into a nice cushion." Brandie could smell his arousal, and feel the ambient push of the Idol's will for them to fuck lingering in the air. "Doesn’t matter.” Brandie followed up, pressing her nude form against Billy.With a bratty smirk and confident gaze Brandie made her demand clear. “Just fuck me and decide what to do with me after."

Chuckling slightly Brandie glanced around before smiling and locking a mischievous gaze with Billy. "I'm cock hungry." The red head declared brushing a hand along his cock.

Billy couldn’t explain the why, or any thought as he just sort of responded on instinct to the insolent tone demanding he act. All he knew was he had quickly spun the young woman around, bending her over on his desk and with a quick smack of an ass cheek he was grinding his cock against the red headed teens ass as she chuckled, gasped and pressed back against him moaning with need.

“Are you just going to gawk, or pick a hole already…” Brandie’s next taunt ended with a gasp of heavy breath as Billy grabbed her hair and tugged her face away from looking over her shoulder at him.

"There's better ways to shut me up." Brandie taunted.

Billy tried to hesitate, sought to resist, to hold the line against his temptation. His cock nestled in the shallow groove of Brandie’s ass, feeling the the stroke of her expert grind, just a feel, then he would stop.

Or so Billy told himself, breathing heavy and deep as he took hold of his cock, stroked it down through her ass cheeks, underneath to her warm, moist folds, where she already had fingers waiting. Teasing at her clit, waiting to nudge his rod in the right direction.

As Billy felt his swollen cock press, and slip in, he just couldn’t stop.

Slowly pressing further in, feeling the pressure, the resistance, the embrace and hold of his cock. He groaned as he felt Brandie's pussy get molded by his penetration, and hold firmly to his manhood as it pressed in. When he felt it seem to stop with any give he slowly withdrew with a quivering breath, before resisting as best he could to only slowly saw back in. Just to feel how much deeper he might be able to get.

“Mmm… yeah. Use me…” Brandie moaned cooing with the gentle sawing of his cock. Relishing the feel of Billy’s slow, **** testing of the boundaries before him slowly recede.

USE ME, Brandie begged in her thoughts, slowly matching rhythm and pace of Billy exploring her pussy, helping grow the pace, easing him into letting go of his restraint, his inhibition, and finally fucking her with the rabid need she knew he did his wife the night before.

That pleading thought wasn’t to Billy though, it was to the entity she had thoroughly embraced the night before.

“Fuck that slutty pussy.” Brandie pleaded, “Pull my hair.” She encouraged, “Smack my ass.” Brandie groaned, “Cum in me, cum on me, cum for me…” She invited, knowing that his doing so would commit a small part of hisnsould t0 her new demonic deity.

By the time Brandie finished slowly panting through all those words there was no need for any more. The applause of the flesh impacting, the animalistic grunts, moans, and gasps of pleasure resounding obviously through the apartment.

Brandie delighted as Billy fucked her with enough vigor to keep her words incoherent.

Lydia fingered herself, moaning oblivious to the goings on in the store. She could feel it. The Idol being fed, growing more powerful, more awoken, growing in potency and awareness.

She could feel its growing hold on Brandie, and envied how easily the teen had embraced their service to the Idol.

Lydia suddenly was more aware of what had transpired. The Idol had spiritual hold over the slender red head. But had lacked the same physical contact it had with Lydia.

The teen had come to Brandie to physically be tainted, to nourish her worldly self upon its corruption, then set out to share it with others.

To eagerly share, and spread it to others.

Lydia felt herself squirm at the revelation, an on going need to play with herself more as she continued to experience the young woman’s deliberate act to fulfill a married man’s fantasy for infidelity fueling the push to a further sexual climax.

Alongside a wonder at just how Serena would respond to the corruption already flowing within her.

Billy took firm hold of Brandie’s hips, halting the thrust of his cock into the teen. Brandie’s tongue lolled out, her head hanging and rocking akin to her small breasts as he pulled. Hammering his pelvis into the pale ass slow, deliberate, and with ****.

“Oh fuuuckk…” Billy grunted, on the fourth hammer, feeling the pressure spill forth into her pussy, enjoying her skyward arching back, and howling head uttering her pleasure.

Unaware of how his unrelenting desire, and decision to just cum while fucking her darkened his soul, and fed the Idol even more through her.

As their staggered heavy breathing steadied, and their flesh parted. Brandie slid to the floor, elegantly, and joyously tasting her pussy, and its taint on his cock.

“That’s just one reason to keep me in the building.” Brandie lewdly remarked.

“Do… you… have… another.” Billy panted stepping away and dropping into a nearby recliner.

“I’ll just as easily fuck anyone who finds me, enabling you to accuse them of taking advantage.” Brandie remarked stroking her fingers across her pussy and mouthing any fluids leaking off of them.

Billy shook his head as his memory flashed through the dream from last night. Fucking that one tenant’s daughter as this very girl joined them.

With a nod to the service keys hanging on the wall he watched as Brandie got dressed, grabbed a set and left.

Billy stroked his cock, feeling it strangely willing to harden again so quickly, before struggling it away, and closing his pants.

Deciding to see where this teen would go. Then fuck her again.

Lydia orgasmed feeling herself seem to spray for an eternity before her post coital daze left her to come back to her senses.

She had left the store unattended…