Breaking her in! (Jack Stalker and Canary)

[Jack Stalker]

BREAKING HER IN!​

Jason Mendoza had moved into the detached suburban house to house sit for a couple with more money, and desire to get away on holiday fast, than they had sense. He had agreed in a second and moved in with his bike the next day. He used their garage to operate out of, servicing not only his bike, but those of a few friends with bikes. They had a big road trip planned in about a week, which gave him ample opportunity to fix up a few bikes, then sort out a going away party. He figured this neighbourhood would have the cops down on him, eventually, even though he was technically here legally, so he intended to go out with a big noisy raucous party that had them all peeing in their homes and peeking through curtains as he and the gang tore up a storm in the house he was sitting.

He had been expecting a problem to pop up, but instead it was an opportunity. The girl next door, literally, was smoking hot. Chloe Morgan was a tight bodied, barely legal little blonde with a body that looked like it had been put on earth for one reason, one reason only.

To fuck.

He got a few cold stares from who he assumed to be her mother. A few stern glances from her father. However she seemed less scared or annoyed, when he managed to catch her glancing over her shoulder at him as she vanished into her home, or looking his way as he worked shirtless and sweating as he worked on a bike. He had no shame, eye fucking her at every opportunity, keeping is eyes on her whenever he saw her until whenever she disappeared from sight, occasionally nodding, or waving a wrenching a faux salute.

God she was hot.

He'd caught sight of her through the curtains in her room a few times, seen her in all manner of skirts and heels... and he was rock hard from it. It wasn't often he found himself consumed with lust, but she had managed it even causing him to paint he bathroom walls with ropes of hot cum after the last time he'd seen her in some 'fuck me' pumps and a 'rape me' skirt. He had to make a move on her, she was driving him insane with lust... driving him to the point where he just wanted to grab her, stick her on the back of his bike and ride off with her.

Hell, maybe he would still do that? Maybe she was the sort just looking for an excuse to get away from mummy and daddy... or maybe she was little princess who wouldn't be able to stand one second on the back of a hog. He had to find out, but finding an opportunity to talk to her, with her parents around, was nigh impossible. All he knew was her name, as her parents yelled it out loud enough and often enough.

Then one day, after he'd determined that she wasn't around, not in her yard, her pool, her upstairs bedroom (her shadow playing against the curtains as he noticed occasionally) or anywhere else, he headed out his drive, opening up the garage to get to work on some repairs. A couple of the gang had dropped off their bikes and, as the day was sweltering hot, he had stripped his overalls to the waist while he worked on the greasy contraptions.

He'd noticed that her parents had left early, with some hugging and goodbyes... but he had no idea when they would be back. He did note that Chloe was driving the car when it returned, with no sign of them in it. That prompted him to stand up, still partially concealed by the bike, his broad powerfully muscular torso smeared with grease and tattoo's as he wiped his hands on a rag and gave her a friendly smile... as he raped her with his eyes, fucking her hard in so many was with his imagination. He thought about what it would be like to get his hands on a young girl like that, and blow her mind with how well a man could fuck the living daylights out of her.

One chance to get her alone, then some hard fucking until she liked it... was that even a plan that would work? He just needed an excuse to get her alone, but what could entice such a situation?

Today, fate would decide.

 

[Canary]

Chloe didn’t understand it, but it seemed from the very moment he rode into the street on his motorbike he became the neighbourhood pariah, everyone scrutinised him, judged him and seemed to disdain his very presence. It was like they decided because he had a bike, a beard, tattoos and didn’t wear a suit that it meant he was some sort of heinous criminal. Even her own father had gone about the house locking everything and checking it twice. The young blonde found it laughable that they pointed their fingers at him when none of them were really that innocent themselves, the revolving door that was the local church confessional was a prime example, she hardly believed that they were only there to confess to using the lords name in vain or telling some white lie.

Still, she couldn’t have cared less about the mysterious stranger that was staying next door that had her parents and the rest of neighbourhood in a spin, that was until she met his lust filled gaze for the first time. It should have made her mad, disgusted, violated even, but it only seemed to turn her on, an intense desire bubbling up inside her that she couldn’t ignore.

Chloe didn’t know how she did it, but somehow, she managed to put on a good act like it didn’t bother her, as if her legs didn’t feel like jelly, as if he hadn’t sent her heart racing with a single look. She acted like she couldn’t feel how intensely his eyes were fucking every inch of her body and that she wasn’t loving every single second of it. From that moment on she knew he was dangerous alright, dangerously sexy and oh how she was tempted to let him do what he pleased but her head told her to stay away, that he was nothing but trouble.

It hadn’t stopped her from fantasising about it though. Each day as soon as she got back and into the privacy of her own bedroom, her body still aching from the intensity of his gaze, she’d let her fingers delve between her legs and never before, had she cum so hard.

So even though she knew it was wrong, that she was being a tease, the short walk from the front door to the driveway and back became her runway as each day she picked out what she was going to wear thinking of him and how his eyes would darken with lust whenever she wore a skirt, short, long, tight, pleated and some with slits that ranged from being modest to dangerously high, paired with a pair of heels. It was wrong that she knew what it did to him and still did it anyway, but she just couldn’t stop herself, she’d become addicted to his gaze.



Pulling up in the driveway Chloe’s eyes glanced at the open garage, searching out for the ruggedly handsome man that had recently been occupying her mind. Just a glimpse of him sent her heart racing in anticipation, but she still took a little time checking her hair and makeup, touching up her lip gloss, making sure her soft blonde waves were in place and normally that was where it ended but with her parents away she decided to be a bit more bold, pulling at the waist of her tight, grey, plaid mini skirt up further so it only just covered her tight little ass and pulling at the neckline of her black singlet, showing off as much of her silky, smooth skin as possible.

Stepping out of the car in a pair of eye-catching aquamarine six-inch heels, she almost instantly felt the heat of his gaze invading her body. Conflicting emotions flooded her body, she both wanted to quickly rush inside so she could release the heat building in her body, but also an insatiable desire to have his eyes on her for as long as possible. Regardless of the turmoil going on inside, the bombshell blonde managed to keep her composure as she confidently strode to her front door, acknowledging his presence with a smile and wave, seemingly oblivious to the intentions behind his gaze.

It was only when she was standing at the front door, digging through her purse that she realised she’d forgotten her keys and locked herself out, which wouldn’t have been a problem if it wasn’t for the fact her parents thought leaving the spare key under the mat was too dangerous with ‘him’ being ‘just next door’. Her luck didn’t get any better as she reached for her phone only to realise the battery was dead. At this point she realised she had to ask for help from one of the neighbours and she couldn’t help but be drawn to him, especially not now when she finally had a reasonable excuse to approach him. Chloe fooled herself into believing nothing would happen, that she just wanted to find out his name, that she’d just borrow a ladder and that would be it.

She made it look easy but walking towards him was nerve wracking, she was only used to being stared at by him from a distance, the closer she got, the more she realised how sensitive she was to his gaze. She thought it was hot before, but now as she stood before him it felt like she was burning up. She regretted it, she didn’t realise how much of a struggle it’d be to keep herself collected when he was finally in touching distance, but she couldn’t turn back now.

She thought it best to start with properly introducing herself, she didn’t want to be rude but she couldn’t help but hesitate to stretch out her hand for a handshake, she was already struggling to keep her composure, she couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to cope with actual physical contact. “Hi, I know I haven’t been the friendliest neighbour, but I’m Chloe, I live just next door”, she smiled, stretching out her hand even though she knew it was risky. “I seem to have locked myself out, and I was wondering if you had a ladder I could borrow so I can reach my bedroom window”, she asked, trying not to let the mixture of anxiety and excitement building within her win.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Jason felt his cock stiffen and harden almost immediately, stretching out and swelling inside his overalls as he watched Chloe fidget in the car, then hop out to show off a 'rape me' style short pleated skirt, along with heels which only served to make men want to fuck her even more, if that was even possible. His gaze was unashamedly fixed on her hot little body, stroking up and down her as he placed a friendly smile on his face, while his eyes told a different story of what he was thinking. No parents. No curfew. No one to warn her or tell her to stay away from him. If he was ever going to get a chance to fuck that hot, sexed up, little cock tease of a blonde, it was going to be now. Today. It needed to be before her parents got back and everything spiralled back to normality and boredom, with him confined to simply fucking her with his mind, or in his dreams. No, that wasn't going to do! He wanted her and she had to at least be thinking about him, his ego wouldn't accept any other possibility and he had never recalled seeing her with a boyfriend or a girlfriend.

When she turned to walk towards him, he moved out from behind the bike he was working on, naked from the waist up in his overalls. His body sported a combination of grease and tattoos, as he flipped a wrench into a tool box and wiped off his hands on a rag. He made absolutely no concessions to decency as she approached, starting his gaze at those heels and giving her an admiring look as he let his gaze run up her hot legs, over her belly, past her tits to her face. The heat of the day justified both of their appearances, but it didn't justify the massive erection barely concealed within his overalls, that was all her doing.

He stared at her unapologetically as she reached him, offering her hand. He took it. "You look amazing today Chloe, great outfit." he said simply, eye fucking her again. "You must get a lot of admiring glances, especially around here, although the average age of the people here looks to be sixty. Must be rough finding someone young enough, or with a young enough mindset, to have fun with." he commented. "I'm Jason by the way, Jason Mendoza. I'm looking after this place. Won't be here much longer... planning to throw a party this weekend as well." he shrugged. "I hope it doesn't bother you too much, though if your parents are still away at that time I guess it won't be too disruptive... I was going to come over and mention it." he finished. Realising he was doing all the talking.

He sat leaning back against the bike seat, releasing her dainty hand. "I understand your caution...again, your parents didn't look the sociable sort. Me on the other hand..." he turned and pulled out two beers from a cooler, popping off the caps and offering her one. "I like to get along with everyone that I can." he grinned, taking a sip, then shaking his head. "I don't have a ladder." although it would have been handy, to get a good look up that skirt of hers as she climbed up it, "But I do have some tools that might be useful for lock picking. It's often best to go in the back way, leave the front entrance intact, yeah?" he suggested with a grim. Those were rules he lived by years ago back in college. He tapped the bottle against his lips. "Been a while since I broke someone in." he nodded, eyeing her up again, fuck... her legs were incredible up close. "It could be fun. if you're up for it. You are up for that, aren't you?"

He stood up, pausing as he went to get his tool box. "Ever been on a bike? It'd only be good manners to offer you a ride at some point. After all, you've been a sight for sore eyes in these parts." he finished, somewhat brazen and openly flirtatious in his attitude.