Dan was in for a lousy weekend. He sat in the living room on the second story of a house his friends and he rented half of. On the lower floor was a fairly large hispanic family that rarely, if ever, spoke with them. The house had been modified... the single door connecting the lower floor to the staircase to the upper floor had been sealed, making each floor a seperate apartment. The only real connection remaining between the two floors was the common basement, to which both floors had access.

Dan struggled with his calculus homework, frustrated and angry His friends had gone off to the city, for the weekend, for a huge party that Dan would have killed to have gone to, but here he was, with a test on monday. Even the familiar noises of the family downstairs were gone, as they had gone off on a camping trip. Bright summer saturday, perfect weather, and Dan was trapped in the living room, studying calculus and getting horny, for no other reason than the fact that he was male, 19, and full of hormones.

He had been studying for quite some time when he heard a noise from the bedroom - someone poking around! Dan rose in fear, and hid behind the door into the living room. He and his friends had noticed some of their tapes and CDs missing over the past few weeks, but they'd assumed that the stuff had just gotten lost in all the mess of the apartment. Was this the burglar, coming back for more? Dan hefted a nearby beer bottle by the neck, checking its weight. If the burglar came in here, he'd never know what hit him!

Dan was somewhat shocked when the burglar did indeed enter the living room. It was the downstair neighbor's fifteen year old daughter! Dan figured she must have come in through the basement. She was dressed in cut-off jeans and a t-shirt, and she had a handfull of Dan's casette tapes. She looked around the living room, no doubt for more tapes or CDs to steal. Anger filled Dan even more, and he slammed the door shut behind her.

She turned around, shocked. "What... you..."

Dan gestured menacingly with the beer bottle. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Those are my tapes! What are you doing up here?"

The girl dropped the tapes, and looked around for some way to escape... Dan stood in front of the only door into the room, and both windows were blocked with bulky air-conditioners. "I... I just came up to... to..."

Dan stepped towards her. "You've been coming up here and stealing our shit, haven't you?"

The girl made one more stammered attempt to deny any wrongdoing, then bit her lip and nodded, eyes towards the ground, tears starting to form.

"Well, you're in one hell of a lot of trouble," he said. "I want all of our stuff back, and I want it now!"

The girl looked up at him, fear in her eyes. "I... I sold it. It's gone."

Dan's anger mounted. He calculated the average cost of the stolen CDs and tapes, and came up with a figure larger than he liked. "That was about two hundred dollars worth of our stuff, you little bitch. Where are your parents?"

The fear in her eyes intensified. "Oh, no, please, don't tell them! They'll lock me up forever! I'll never go out again!"

Dan sneered at her. "Oh, it's worse than that. After I tell your parents, I'm going to call the police, and have you arrested."

"Oh, NO!" she said, beginning to shake. "I'm sorry! Please, don't tell anyone! I'll do whatever you want, just please, don't tell!"

Dan's sneer locked in place as his mind raced. He looked the girl up and down... kind of young, but a nice slim body. The T-shirt was sheer enough to show her bra, and the swell of goodly sized breasts it held. He'd seen her nice, round, firm ass as she walked in, and she did have a hell of a set of legs. Plus, he was horny, and the house was completely empty. She must have been the only one left behind when the rest of her family went on its camping trip.

"Nope," he said, walking to the phone. "Since your parents are gone, I'll have to call the cops first, and have you arrested. Then, when your folks get back, I'll have to tell them where you are, and why you're there." He lifted the phone, and began to dial.

"NO! Oh, please, please, no! I swear, I'll never do it again! I'll do anything, just please, don't!"

Dan turned towards her. "Anything?" he asked, smiling.

The girl, not totally naive but too frightened to think, nodded, sniffling. Dan put the phone back down.

"All right. I won't call, IF you do everything I tell you to. But if you don't, I'll be on the phone to the cops so fast that your head will spin. Got me?"

The girl nodded, sniffling, relief starting to show on her face. Dan sat down in the armchair next to the phone table, and looked her over. "Go to the kitchen, and bring me a beer," he said. He watched her young ass sway back and forth as she left the room, watched her young tits jiggle under the t-shirt as she came back in. She had even opened the beer for him. He took a long pull on it, and looked at her again.

"What's your name?" he asked, his hardon growing.

"Melissa," she said, looking nervous.

"Are you a virgin, Melissa?" he asked, smiling. She looked confused for a moment.

"Yes, but..."

"That's nice. You're very pretty, Melissa."

Melissa smiled at the compliment, even blushing a little. Dan liked that. It made him hotter.

"Take off your t-shirt, Melissa," Dan said. Melissa backed up a half step.

"Take off my..." she started, uncomprehending. Dan frowned for a second, and lifted the receiver off the phone.

Melissa yanked her T-shirt off in fear, tossing it aside. She closed her eyes, and tears started to flow. She began to understand what was going to happen to her.

Dan smiled, and put the phone back down. "That's better, Melissa. That's real good. Now take off the bra. I want to see your pretty titties."

Openly crying, Melissa unfastened and removed her bra, her eyes on the phone the whole time. As she dropped it, Dan leaned forward, examining her brown nipples and smooth, flat stomach. Melissa moved to cover her breasts with her hands, and Dan allowed her, leaning back and smiling. Seeing her fear and shame was as exciting as seeing her tits.

"Now come over here, and stand between my legs."

Dan dropped a throw pillow onto the ground in front of himself as she stepped over. Dan looked up at her sweet little body within reach, and grinned widely. "Get down on your knees, Melissa."

Crying and covering her breasts, Melissa knelt in front of him, between his legs, on the pillow. Dan reached out and stroked her pretty face and her short black hair. Melissa simply held herself very still... she knew if she acted badly at all, he would just pick up the receiver and call the police, and her life would end as she knew it. She had to keep her promise to do everything as he asked, no matter what!

Dan settled back, his grin becoming more wolf-like by the second. "All right, little thief. Have you ever seen a man's dick before?"

Melissa shuddered. "I... I help my mom give my little brothers their baths..."

"That's good of you, Melissa. Unzip my pants."

Melissa slowly covered both her breasts with her left arm while her right hand, trembling, moved to the front of his pants. Her fingers brushed against the hardness there, sending delicious tingles up Dan's spine. She slowly drew down the zipper, then pulled her hand back. She only had to do what he told her to. If he didn't tell her to...

"Now, reach into my pants, and take out my dick," he said, his voice becoming tight with lust. Melissa swallowed hard, and reached back. She put her little hand into his fly, and felt the soft cotton of the briefs, and the hardness underneath. She'd seen her little brother's underwear, so she reached for the side of the fly, and pushed it aside, all the time her hand was pressed down hard on him by his pants, and every movement of her fingers brought him pleasure.

Soon, she had the monster in her hand, and she gently pulled it up out of the fly. She gasped when she saw it... it wasn't anything like her brohter's! It was eight inches long, and very thick, and long and hard, with a purple head! She pulled her hand back, becoming more afraid.

"Please, mister... please don't make me..."

Dan's hand grabbed a handful of her hair. "I'll make you do whatever I want to you, you little bitch thief. And if you tell anyone, I'll tell them how you stole from us, and no one will believe you, and you'll go to jail. Understand!"

Melissa just nodded, tears in her eyes. Dan pulled harder on her hair, and grabbed the other side of her head.

"Now, Melissa, I want you to open your mouth nice and wide."

Closing her eyes, Melissa stretched her mouth out into a round "O." Dan tightened his grip on the hair on the sides of her head, and pulled her mouth down onto his rampant cock.