Marissa was your average girl. The only thing that differed between her and many of her friends was the fact that she had no father in her life. In fact, she couldn't recall a single memory about him: what he looked like, what his name was, what he sounded like, where he lived, or even if he was still alive. The only pieces of her father that she had were the traits and looks she must have inherited from him since she looked extraordinarily different from her mother. Her mother had dark features: chestnut brown hair with caramel eyes that went together very nicely. Marissa, on the other hand, had light features: blonde hair with different tones of honey blonde (she was a natural blonde even under the hair dye) and dark brown undertones and long brown tips. Her eyes were a sweet and light shade of crystal blue and when you looked very close, barely noticeable streaks of darker blue were swirled around in her eyes. Her natural tan skin contrasted beautifully with her blonde hair and blue eyes. Besides her entrancing eyes, her lips had to be one of the best features. A pale shade of pink, maybe even a nude shade, had all the guys in school going crazy. When she licked her pouty lips they all went insane. And her activity in soccer and volleyball kept her fit and kept the guys coming.
She never thought she needed love from a father, especially one who just walks out on her and her family (She got all the love she needed from boys at her school). Her mother never told her about her father even though she asked about him as a child. But Marissa was completely fine with that. Living with her mother and her little brother was all she needed, until one day, a certain someone wanted to change that for her.
Marissa relaxed on the couch, taking advantage of having the house to her self for the weekend while her mom and brother drove to another city for one of his hockey tournaments. She would be enjoying the peace and quiet that she rarely had when her family was home. As she flipped from channel to channel on the television, the doorbell rang.
"Of course, right when I'm relaxing, someone in this neighborhood has to ruin it" she thought to herself as she made her way down the hallway towards the front door. As she opened the door, the subtle scent of cologne swept in from the wind.
"Hi, can I help you?" Marissa asked the man standing in the doorway. He was fairly tall; maybe 5'10/5'11. And looked like he was in his late 30's or early 40's. He had a good body, fit and muscular and a head with strands of blonde hair perfectly swept into place.
"Yeah, my name is mitchell..." he paused, clearly thinking. " I'm one of your mom's coworkers. Is she home?" he asks looking over Marissa's shoulder, down the hallway.
"No, I'm sorry, she's actually gone for the weekend with my brother," at that point she slightly regrets telling this stranger that the house is empty. "but I'll tell her you stopped by." Marissa begins to shut the door when it stops halfway through. Mitchell shoved his foot into the crack between the door and the frame before it could shut.
"Are you sure I can't come in? Just for a little while, I mean, it's pretty cold out here." he coaxed as he casually pushed himself through the doorway. Marissa's stomach was overcome with a dark feeling, but she played it off and tried to maintain a look of a cool and collected attitude as she let him into the house, and closed the door behind him.
"So, what exactly can I do for you.." Marissa began as she turned around towards the stranger, but she was interrupted before she could even take a look at the man. He was instantly on her, pinning her against the door. His face was dangerously close to hers, his warm breath hit her face as she attempted to struggle away from the grip. She couldn't form sentences, just occasional grunts of confusion and frustration as fear overcame her thoughts. He held her still, making sure she couldn't move. He pinned her hands against the wall on both sides of her with his hands.
"Shh, shh, shh. Just calm down sweetie.." he breathed seductively into her ear and down her neck as he gently ground his pelvis into her. At last, Marissa could let out a blood-curling scream that temporarily distracted mitchell long enough for her to break free and bound towards the stairs. However, he was quick to recover and sprinted after her. Marissa was half way up the stairs when she felt a hand grip her ankle, causing her to land on her stomach. She quickly shook off his hand and scrambled up the rest of the stairs and down the hallway into her mother's room. She choose this room, because the window was conveniently placed above the garage, a great way to escape through the window. She burst through the door and to the window. She quickly attempted to hoist it up with all her strength, but it wouldn't budge. As she fumbled with the lock she was grabbed from behind and torn away from her escape, landing on her mother's bed. The light in the room was shut out as mitchell moved the curtains in front of the glass. Marissa barely had time to sit up when a large body pressed her into the mattress. She couldn't help from letting the tears run down her face as she struggled from underneath the heavy body. Her protests didn't matter to mitchel, he just held her hands down against the bed as he quietly, yet lustfully admired the young face shimmering with tears. He gazed at her delicious lips that were begging to be kissed and made to be wrapped around a cock. His eyes continued down her neck to her tits that were showing from underneath his chest which was pressing against her. His cock began to get hard as he rested his pelvis against her.
After examining his stunning and helpless victim, he gently placed his index finger to her lips to quiet her down. As the tears slowed and the sobs turned into small sniffles, he moved his finger and took a taste of the delicious pink lips. Mitchel tenderly pressed his lips to hers, despite her groans of unsastifaction. Without tearing his lips off of her, he reached down and forced her jeans off her legs without any struggle, for he was so much stronger than her. He then proceeded to lift her blouse over her head which took a little longer due to her violent movement to stop him. He straddled her waist and his eyes roamed over her perky chest covered by the sexiest black lace bra that he had ever seen. If he hadn't had better control over himself he would have lost it and came right on the spot. He pinned her hands above her head as he leaned and and nibbled on her ear lobe, then kissed and licked his way down her neck and collar bone. Marissa bit her lip, keeping any noises inside of her mouth. She wouldn't let this man think she was going to enjoy this.
