The New Life of a Concierge

A concierge, formerly, but now just a homeless man, who lived in the basement of a building because it was winter, and he took shelter there from the cold. He was relatively clean, for a homeless person. He constantly washed and tried to take care of himself. And the residents were more or less well-disposed towards him. Just a bearded, fat little man who could also help with things, clean the entrance, etc. They called him Beardie, as he had grown a big beard, and his hair was long. He wore a hat so he wouldn't be recognized. Because he had become a celebrity.

It so happened that when Misha was arrested, someone leaked all the photos and videos with the redhead

from Leonidovich's computer onto the internet. And during the search of Misha's place, it turned out there were also undeleted materials with Dasha and Lila. And the world saw it all. The girls became very popular. They were called "Viagra's Rape Victims". All three became bloggers, psychologists, models, etc.

Paradoxically, but the concierge's abuse and the scandalous porn videos gave them a big boost in life. On the internet, this whole story became overgrown with a bunch of memes and legends, even a certain virtual cult of the Witnesses of the Concierge appeared, where anons endlessly dissected these stories, tried to track down the old man, but all in vain. He even got a sort of fan club of young girls who were shocking and trying to attract attention by declaring they wouldn't mind being the concierge's slaves.

Needless to say, our society is afflicted by a sickness, and a very strong one. But this is no secret to anyone, and especially not to those who like to read about how disgusting old men rape young beauties... heheheh.

The concierge had a phone, which he periodically charged and looked through all this news. He was very proud of himself and pleased. And even a little glad that it turned out this way. That the girls didn't suffer for nothing, that they would be alright.

But over the last two years, he had become a predator, and was already choosing a new victim. In the building near which he hung around, lived a beautiful young student. Tall and long-legged, with medium-sized breasts, but with a gorgeous big ass, naturally large, with wide hips and a narrow waist. Even through winter and autumn clothes, it was visible that this brunette with light brown eyes was a fertile sex machine. Being an experienced rapist, the old man already understood she was a potential victim. By her gaze, by the softness of her movements, by her carefulness and facial expressions—everything about her gave away the victim. He often jerked off in his little basement, imagining how he would fuck her.

And he waited, days dragged on, weeks dragged on. Vladislava completely trusted the kind man who also often hung around near the pharmacy where she worked as a pharmacist. Sometimes it seemed to him he could just take her and do the deed. But intuition told him not to, that he should wait. And so the whole winter passed, March and the end of April were upon them. The whole scandal topic had somehow died down, and then he heard that in May, Vladislava's parents were flying to the seaside for a whole two weeks.

How happy he was, because he knew his time was coming. He began preparations, bought all sorts of toys and devices from a sex shop, and food and water for a week. And he waited. A plan quickly and clearly matured in his head. He knew what he would do, and what he would do after.

The day came, the parents left, Vladislava finished her shift and was returning home, in the entrance stood the wet concierge, theatrically shivering.

— What happened? Why are you wet? — asked Vlada. She always felt very sorry for this man.

— Yeah, the basement flooded... All my stuff is wet, can't even dry off. Don't know what to do... — the concierge was playing a comedy.

— Oh, what a misfortune. Listen, you can dry off at our place, maybe I can give you some of my father's old clothes. — said Vladislava. — God forbid you get sick.

— Oh, come on, where would a homeless man like me go to your place. You're too kind... — he began to act coy. This was his Plan A, which he was playing out flawlessly. For Plan B, he had clonidine.

— Oh, come on, you're already like family to everyone in this building. Let's go. — said kind Vlada. She never passed by grandmothers or beggars, was always kind and merciful to everyone.

— Thank you so much, I'll clean up everything after myself, you won't even notice the difference! — he began to theatrically assure her.

— Oh, come on, it's fine, let's go. — said Vladislava and they went to her place. Entering inside, the concierge looked around predatorily. Three rooms, kitchen, toilet with bath.

He went to wash, and Vlada gave him her father's casual clothes to change into. And she herself made sandwiches with tea, for herself and him. He came out washed and neat, pleased.

— Is this for me? — he said. — God, Vladochka, how wonderful you are. I would have died without you.

— Oh, come on, it's fine. You've helped me out so many times. — said Vladislava. — How did you lose your home?

— Well, how... Got divorced from my wife, and the housing went to her. Things just didn't work out for me after that. — he lied right off the bat. He wasn't prepared for this question.

— Wow, do you have children? — asked Vladislava.

— Had a daughter. But she's gone. An accident. — the concierge lied sadly. Vladislava felt so sorry for him that she even teared up a little.

— My God, forgive me. I'm so sorry for you. What did you do for a living? — she said to change the subject.

— I was in the military, though you wouldn't tell now. Served in reconnaissance troops, somehow that service burned me out from the inside. And then I didn't have the strength to do anything, to build a life. Well, alright, why all about me, all about me. I won't burden you, Vladochka. — he concluded.

— Oh, what burden, you've had an interesting life, even if a sad one. Were you in a war? — she asked with interest.

— I was. Afghanistan, Chechnya, South Ossetia. And many other places... — he got into the swing and the role. And saw that Vladislava completely believed him.

— Did you have to kill? — she asked.

— Had to, dear, had to... — he quietly said another piece of nonsense.

— And what's it like? — Vlada listened spellbound, looking at him with her beautiful eyes. And her full lips were pouted in surprise.

— You can see for yourself—what it's like. Look at me, there's your answer. — the concierge brilliantly played the role of a worn-out veteran whose life had led him to a dead end. Vladislava was very moved by him.

— Somehow I want to help you... — she said.

— You can't help me anymore, dear. But thank you, you're already so kind to me. No one has been so kind to me in the last ten years. I'm very grateful to you.

Vlada teared up and turned away, very thin strings, and too masterfully plucked by the old manipulator.

— You stay the night at my place. I'll make a bed for you on the sofa so you can dry off properly. — said Vladislava. — And please, don't argue.

— Yes, ma'am! — said the concierge, relieved he didn't have to strain further.

She made a bed for him on the sofa. And she went to take a shower, and when she came out and went to her room, she saw the concierge sitting there, doing something on her laptop.

— Umm, what are you doing? — asked a surprised Vladislava, standing in a short robe.

— Oh, I just wanted to check the news. Sorry for not asking. — in reality, the old man had turned on video recording from the laptop's camera. He approached Vlada, who wanted to step aside from him, but there was nowhere to go. He came right up close to her:

— What are you doing? — she asked warily.

The concierge, instead of answering, tore the robe off her with both hands, exposing her gorgeous breasts and pussy. She had forgotten to take a change of clothes to the shower and had gone in just the robe.

And, he grabbed her by the neck and mouth with his hands to cover it. He pressed her against the wall and said:

— If you make a single peep, I'll slit your throat, understood bitch?! Nod if you understand. — he said in a hard voice, looking into Vlada's eyes. — If you struggle, I'll scalp you, fuck.

She nodded fearfully.

— Turn around, back to me, hands behind your back. — he turned her around and put handcuffs on her.

— Please, don't do this, I don't want this. — Vlada pleaded, quietly whimpering.

— Need to, sunshine, need to. — said the concierge, fastening the handcuffs behind her back. Then he put a ball gag in her mouth, which he bought at a sex shop. — Excellent, turn around. Vlada turned around, and the concierge began to admire her body. Beautiful ass and breasts. He started kneading them and saying:

— You'll make an excellent whore. Now we'll start the introductory course. — he said and spat on her. And led her to her bed, and everything was being recorded on video.

He put her on all fours, and her head lay on the pillow. He undressed and started jerking off. Her gorgeous ass was so enticing, he touched her buttocks, her pussy, very plump with a little clit. And Vlada prayed to herself to stay alive.

— I hope you like it in the ass... — said the concierge and poured lube on Vlada's anus. She moaned, and felt the concierge's hungry cock penetrating her straight into the large intestine. — That's it, how often I imagined this, you trash.

Vlada groaned from the pain, and the concierge picked up the pace and fucked her in the ass.

— Usually I started with something easier, but for you it's a custom program, sunshine. — he said and fucked her in the ass. He also started recording this with his phone. Her thin waist sharply transitioned into a wide round ass, which was especially pleasant to fuck. The concierge did it without a condom. Then he realized he was about to cum, but didn't want it to end so quickly.

— Want a break? — he asked. Vlada moaned affirmatively.

— Then like this. I take the gag off and you make me feel good with your mouth. If you disobey, I'll fuck you in the ass until your rectum falls out. Understood? — Vlada understood and nodded.

He took the gag off her, and Vlada said:

— I beg you, stop, I pray for you. This is wrong. — she said in a pleading tone.

— Quiet, alright, get up. — said the concierge and put her on her knees. — How beautiful you look in this pose. Say "I'm your whore".

Vlada was silent, and the concierge slapped her. She whimpered and he ordered again.

— I'm your whore... — she said.

— And now lick your master's ass. — he said, recording everything on his phone. He turned his hairy ass towards her and bent over so his buttocks spread slightly.

— Please, no... — Vladislava cried. — Why are you doing this...

— Lick, whore, or it'll be worse. — said the concierge and pulled Vlada's head. She simply buried her beautiful, kind face in his old, hairy, fat ass. And whimpered, repeating "I don't want to".

— Come on, lick, cocksucker, or I'll knock all your teeth out, fuck! — he shouted and punched her in the stomach, hitting himself between the legs.

— Mmm, don't hit me, okay... — said Vlad and began to barely lick his hairy anus.

— Harder! — the concierge barked. And Vlada started licking harder.

— That's it. Your tongue should go all the way in there. — said the concierge, jerking off his already drooping cock. — Yes, yes, yes, polish your master's ass, slave. Polish it!

He turned to her and said: — Open your mouth.

Vlada obeyed and already began to fight off a wave of nausea and suffocation, because without any preparation, the concierge fucked her right in the throat.

— You're my bitch! My whore! — he said and quickly fucked her mouth, pushing into her stomach with one hand, while recording with the other. Vlada vomited tea and sandwiches.

— Please, let me catch my breath. — Vlada pleaded.

— No, suck more. — said the concierge, smearing Vlada's vomit on her face. And continuing to fuck her mouth, now holding her with both hands. He tossed the phone aside. And the recording was only from the webcam.

— Now we'll fuck your throat good! — he shouted, holding her with both hands. He was close to cumming again. But he didn't want it to end quickly. He took the handcuffs off her and laid her on the bed. She smelled of nausea and shit from the concierge's cock after anal sex. And she generally looked disheveled.

— Alright, let's go wash you. — he said. And turned the phone camera on again. — Get on all fours on the floor. Come on! — he snapped and kicked her already red ass, which he had spanked with his hands while fucking her ass.

She got on all fours and he got on top and sat on her back, like on a horse.

— Come on, take me to the bath. — he ordered. — Go!

— It's hard.. — she said, but nevertheless, carried this carcass to the bathroom. The concierge held her by her mane of hair with one hand, and with the other recorded on the front camera, saying:

— My whore. My dog. Say it. — and pulled her hair harder.

— I'm your whore. — Vlada panted. All this seemed like a terrible dream to her, but she couldn't wake up.

They entered the bathroom. And the concierge ordered her to sit in the bathtub.

— Now comes the shower. — he took her by the head, and with the other held his cock. He had sweated a lot. — Now I'll piss all over you, slut.

The phone kept recording, standing on the sink.

— Please, don't. — Vlada pleaded again.

— Open your mouth, slave. Very wide. — Vlada opened her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut. And not in vain, a stream of yellow urine hit her face. And the concierge groaned with pleasure.

— Yeees, how I wanted to piss on your face. — and redirected the stream into her mouth.

— Don't you dare spit it out, bitch. This is your tea, the one you have to drink. — he filled her mouth with urine and pissed on her tits,