Down To The Basement With Mr. K

Mr. K was my neighbor. I knew him well enough to wave at him when I drove by. When I would take a walks, sometimes he would be outside working on his car or doing yard work and we would exchange words for a bit. I know he liked to look at me. I’m used to it and, hey, if looking at me makes him horny and he jerks off to me later…..well, that kinda turns me on. He’s a tall good-looking man in his mid-40’s. He’s a private contractor and it keeps him in great shape. He’s a bit of a loner, though. I would think a guy like him would have a lady, but I never saw him with anyone.

I looked out the window and saw Mr. K outside, wandering around his front yard, picking a weed or two if he saw one. I was extra horny and I had already came once with a phone call. My client had me all horned up, and I decided to flirt with Mr. K. I put on my short-shorts (no panties), a white tank (no bra), my socks and sneakers. I thought Mr. K could use a little excitement, and so could I.

I started stretching my legs on my steps. I want to give Mr. K a chance to see me before he thinks I saw him. I want him to notice my long legs that go up and up and…. I want him to get hard. I want him to be hard as a rock by the time I get over to his front yard. I loved teasing him.

As I walked passed Mr. K’s house, I waved as he looked up. I tilted my head, smiled and waved back. He then motioned for me to come over. Hmm, I thought. This is a first.

I opened the gate and walked through the pathway of shrubs and trees to meet him at the entrance to the breezeway.

He smiled, and opened the door, motioning me in. “After you, Miss Marina. I say we’re due for a cup of tea.”

“A cup of something…” I said with a grin, walking inside.

He shut the door behind him. It took me a bit to get used to the dimly lit room. I knew his father had passed a few years ago. It looked like he hadn’t had any ambition to get rid of the old furniture. It looked somewhere between the mod 60’s and the ugly 70’s. Large lamps with yellow light were all that lit the living area.

“The entertainment room is down in the basement. I haven’t gotten to updating the upstairs yet,” he chuckled. “Let’s go down here. I promise I won’t bite.”

“Oh? Not even a nibble?” I teased. I hope he has a big cock, I thought, as I glanced down at the crotch of his jeans.

Once my feet , I saw a sweet set-up. It was a total man cave, with surround-sound, a thick rug, a huge sectional couch, a bar and even a stripper pole. A stripper pole? I thought. I never see this guy with a girl.

He went directly to the bar, put two glasses on the bar and scooped some ice in them.

The walls were bare and black. There were four doors on one wall, each with a star of a different color: red, gold, white, and purple.

We sat on the couch, and he handed me my drink. I could hear Led Zeppelin in the background. I took a sip of my drink. Ah, rum and coke, I thought. I took another good sip.

Mr. K smiles and pushes my hair out of my eyes. He looks at me with longing, a little too much for my preference, but sometimes I have that effect on men. I disregard his hungry eyes and I start to unzip my top, but I suddenly can’t seem to move my hands right… And I’m seeing things a little blurry…

Mr. K gets up and I see him open one of those star doors…but I feel like I’m fading… Like I’m waiting for the dentist to tell me to count down. “10, 9, 8….7….6……..”

OH, the PAIN! I suddenly wake up with my arms in pain. I don’t understand… Oh, that’s right. Mr. K’s house. I remember being in his basement, but it’s pitch black. My wrists are tied to the top of the stripper pole, my feet are bare and I think they are fucking shackles on my ankles. I’m naked and the pole is cold.

I hear footsteps above and a door opens. A little light sheds enough for me to get my bearings. I close my eyes, hang my head, and pretend I’m still out. I feel him walk over to me. He is wearing gloves and he takes his fingers and glides them over my pussy, up my navel, between my breasts… And goes back in reverse. I try not to move. I can smell the alcohol on his breath as he leans in close to sniff my hair.

He walks away and I hear him opening doors. I hear metal on metal, maybe chains, a table or chair was being moved… I was trying to use my senses to remember every single sound. And then the Led Zeppelin came on again, muffling the background noise.

I hear him walking my way. I try not to tense up. I don’t think he can see very well, but I’m not sure. I’m cold, my nipples are hard, I can feel the goosebumps… And I involuntarily shudder.

“Thought so, bitch! Wanna tease me? Wanna flaunt your fucking body for me? Laughing at me? You’re mine now!”

And with that, it went black.
Are you into the criminal mind? Kidnapping? The bad stuff? Call me. Can you finish this with me?