Hurricane Ian

The strong wind blew the downpour toward her window, and the screen rumbled in her face. However frightening, Maria didn't mind the commotion outside. It was soothing the current silence in the house. The lights had flickered for an hour before finally going out a few minutes ago, sending darkness and silence to her once noisy room. Even though she was alone, the sounds of the TV and the music playing softly in the background had drowned out her passions and numbed her lonely heart.

Maria shouldn't have been alone. Her boyfriend should have been with her. The pair had broken up a few months ago, but she believed he would return to her life. He had to. The man belonged to her. Glancing at her phone to find another signal bar lost, Maria shivered slightly, wishing she had stayed with her parents at their request.

Her father's voice chimed into her mind, "You don't need to be alone during a hurricane. Anything could happen, and you have no man to help you if the roof falls in."

A conversation they had last week when Hurricane Josh threatened Eastern North Carolina. Now it was Ian threatening to unleash its powerful turmoil on the Tarheel state, and she was still alone. A knock at the door jerked her from her daze at the mighty force of Ian's current wrath. It's the wind, she thought, until the bangs became distinct. Someone was knocking.

The door was difficult to open on a sunny day, but now it took all of her strength to keep it closed. The stupid man standing on her porch in the middle of a hurricane didn't know this, but she condemned him as if he did, "Ugh, It's a goddamn hurricane. What the"

The end of a polished knife ended her judgment, and she became stunned, letting the door go.

"Get back into the house," The man ordered.

Maria's eyes widened as the screen door flew out into the yard, distracting her from his threatening voice, "Oh my God, my fucking screen door."

The man nudged her torso as his harsh voice commanded again, "Get back in there."

"You owe me for that door," Maria barked and backed into her dark living room, "Don't hurt me, just take whatever and leave. Who robs a fucking house in the middle of a storm," she looked toward him in disgust, his body dripping with rainwater.

It took a moment for the man to get his bearings, dressed in a simple brown t-shirt that was soaked. His jeans had once been light blue and now held a darker hue. Glancing around the room, he wiped his eyes, "You got candles?" He shook the excess water off his clothes onto her new carpet.

Looking toward him, disturbed, she shouted, "No!"

Even with the upper hand, the man flinched at her shout and backed up.

"Move from here and stand over there," Maria ordered, pointing toward the spot where she placed her shoes, "And take your shoes off. I just got that carpet last month."

"You don't have candles?"

"You want candles?" Maria stared at him with annoyance, realizing he was nothing to fear.

With uncertainty in his voice, he clarified, "Yeah, I don't have any, and I need some. Um, my lights went out. "

"I have some, but. So, wait, what's the knife for?" Maria's brow arched, and she suddenly found this sad sack amusing.

"Why didn't you light any in here?"

"There in my bedroom," Maria told him, perplexed by this situation and the lack of confidence in this home invader, "That's all you want? Candles? No cookies or bottled water?" Maria knew it was dumb to fool with this man, but something about this criminal was slightly off. She was a strong-minded woman and, like a dog, could smell a pussy from a mile away.

Sensing her suspicion and clenching the knife, he pointed it at her, "Go. Get them, now."

Growing more suspicious, Maria slowly stepped back into the hallway as he dropped more rainwater everywhere. She cringed at her ruined carpet with no choice and a deadly weapon pointed at her. She entered the kitchen to get one of her own. Returning with a knife, she pointed it at him and yelled, "Drop your knife!"

He obeyed, dropping it to the floor, and Maria hurried toward it. When she did, the man caught her by the hair, yanking a handful. She gave a startled scream as he snatched her toward his hard body, pulling the weapon out of her hand and quickly lifting her onto his shoulders. Maria couldn't help but think she was wrong. Maybe he wasn't a pussy, after all.

He entered the bedroom with the lit candles and let her go. Maria landed on her soft mattress and leaped up. To her surprise, she was now looking at the end of a small gun.

"Lay down," he ordered.

Heart pounding, she lay flat on the bed, her legs closed tightly. Glancing at his face, she noticed a mole on his right cheek. Regardless of the blemish, he was ruggedly handsome but filthy as hell, something hanging in his full beard. As he removed his wet shirt, her eyes softened to his hairy muscular chest and tight stomach. The look on his face was fierce. He was going to take her. Good luck, she thought.

"I'm not going to touch you," came his explanation. "And I don't want any money, either."

Maria arched her brows and started to ask what he actually wanted, but now he was taking his pants off, and there hung a massive limp cock on the side of his pale solid thighs. Maybe he's gay, she thought, looking toward his large sluggish apparatus with yearning.

"Well, what do you want?" Maria asked, keeping her eyes on his flaccid cock, awaiting its spurt.

His head dropped in shame, "I'm. I'm homeless. And it's a goddamn hurricane out there. I've seen you before. You work at Oscar's bar, right?"

Nodding, Maria examined his saddened expression as he stood naked in front of her. She couldn't place him. So many men came in and out of that bar every night. But he did look like one of the miserable bastards she had entertained before, out on his luck and desperate to serve.

"Like I said, I don't want anything. Just needed to get dry, okay?" Suddenly realizing he was naked, his hand flew to hide his meat, "I...I can't go back out there. Those winds are...."

Maria nodded and said, "You can stay if you promise not to scare me. What's your name?"

"I know. I'm sorry. I'm Ian," he shivered in response.

Maria laughed and didn't stop as his face grew grim. His jaw clenched in irritation, becoming offended, "What's so fucking funny? I could take your money," Ian warned, feeling insecure in front of the beautiful woman.

"No, it's just that's the name of the Hurricane. Hurricane Ian. You got an anger problem, Hurricane?"

Ian felt foolish, "No, I just, um, I...I forgot the name of the hurricane," Ian shook his head regretfully, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap."

Maria licked her lips, "If you promise not to shoot me, you could sit down and get warm."

Ian clasped his gun and took a seat, bare ass onto her soft made-up bed. Now that he was here and dry, he was losing his tough persona. He had never done anything like this. Ian blamed the weather. The rain had been painful on his skin, and the thin shirt had been no protection against the harsh winds. It was the reason that drove him to do this unpredictable thing. What had his existence come to breaking into this young woman's home and scaring her to death?

Ian sighed deeply as his head dropped in failure, "I apologize again. When this is over, I don't mind you turning me in. I don't mind going to jail. I'll have a place to stay, at least,"

Maria couldn't help but smile, knowing he was a lamb trying to be a wolf, "You said you wouldn't hurt me, right? As long as you behave, I won't call the police."

Maria grabbed a throw from her bed and wrapped it around his trembling shoulders.

"Thanks. I know this is fucked up," Ian chuckled nervously. "I'm sorry. I pulled your hair."

Biting her lip, Maria smiled, "Isn't the first time."

Ian turned around wide-eyed, "Someone has assaulted you before?"

"No, I mean," Maria giggled as his eyes flickered with concern, "Nevermind."

Ian turned back and looked toward the plastic gun, flipping it over and around. Anything to rid him of the awkwardness and the sick feeling floating in his stomach. A loud crashing sound made him leap up, and the throw landed on the bed.

Glancing outside, Maria looked toward the fallen tree in her yard, "It's just a tree. It scared you, huh? A big guy like you is afraid of a loud noise."

Maria glanced at Ian as he looked out the window. His big soft cock bothered her so much she had to ask, "You got a girlfriend or a boyfriend?"

"No." Ian looked toward her before sitting back on the edge of her bed, wrapping the throw back around his shoulders.

"Which one?" Ian flinched as Maria shifted closer to him.

"Neither. I'm not gay, and what woman wants a man with nothing?" Ian looked down at the gun in sorrow.

His expression was pathetic, and Maria patted his shoulder, "You're not a bad-looking guy, Hurricane."

Ian chuckled, "Thanks. What's your name?

"Maria," she said, wishing he was standing to know whether her touch had prompted the cyclone down below to grow.

"Your Spanish?"

"My dad, my mom is black. What about you?"

"I'm pretty sure I am white," Ian chuckled.

Maria could tell he was nervous, but she wanted to know if he was down to play, "How old are you?"

"38, I won't ask you that."

"Why not?"

It's bad manners to ask a woman their age."

His politeness made Maria giggle, "Ian, honey. You barged into my crib with a knife and a gun. I'm 22."

"You're still a baby. I'm sorry."

Maria laughed, "You thought I was older?"

"I mean, yeah, you've got your own home. You must have a lot of sugar daddies or rich parents."

Maria arched her brow, "Nah, I have a job and good credit. What's your excuse?"

Ian looked toward her and frowned, "Sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect."

"I just work hard for what I want." Maria glanced at the muscles etching his back before adding, "And I always get what I want."

Not recognizing her sexual innuendos, Ian sadly nodded, "That's a good way to be. You're a smart girl."

"Woman," Maria corrected.

Ian shook his head, "I'm already intruding on your privacy. I hope you didn't expect me to be a great conversationalist. I don't mind taking a candle in the living room. As soon as this rain stops, I'll be on my way."

With that Ian stood, grabbing his gun and one of the smaller candles. His toned ass moved slightly as he ventured naked into the hallway.

Maria sighed and plopped her head back onto the soft pillows. Did she just get curved by this homeless guy? She chuckled, knowing her three-month dry spell was kicking her ass. She groaned at her phone, her bars were nonexistent, and she was alone again. The sounds of rain and wind no longer calmed her as she marveled about her unwanted house guest. That useless cock laid their limb without any excuse. Maria was 5'4 with sharp curves known to make men break. Her breasts were nearly popping out of the sheer nightie she wore, yet his thick dick didn't even react to the sight of them.

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The morning brought the sun and light, but her home remained dull with no electricity. Maria opened the blinds in her room before blowing out the candle wick. Walking down the hallway, she stopped and peered into the living room. Ian was out like a light on her loveseat, still naked. as his softened cock lay on his thigh, tempting her curiosity, Maria stepped toward him and swallowed her desire before nudging his shoulder to wake.

His eyes drifted open, and he looked up at the beautiful woman and quickly covered his now-rising cock.

"Sorry," Ian said, straightening his slouched posture.

Maria chuckled, "That thing is huge, hurricane. Glad he decided to come out and play. I was starting to wonder."

"What?" His voice was still a bit dizzy. Ian smiled as Maria handed him a bottle of lukewarm water, "Thank you, Maria."

Taking a few substantial gulps, Ian glanced up toward her sweet smile, "I appreciate the hospitality."

"You gave me no choice," Maria smirked and tossed his gun around.

"Don't worry, and It's fake. I was never going to harm you. I just needed a dry place. The shelters were full at noon," Ian explained his bad behavior again.

"It's fine. It belongs to me now."

Ian furrowed his brows but nodded, "You can keep it. Well, I guess if you're not going to turn me in, I need to get going. Hopefully, the Shelter has room today. I'll probably help around the neighborhood if anyone needs it. I can get that tree up. The least I can do."

"You have been more of a gentleman than most guys at my job," She chuckled and sat next to him on the loveseat.

The feeling of her arm on his made him harder. Ian held his hard cock down, wanting to blame the erection on the morning sun, but it was all her. He noticed her eyes on his hands and became more uncomfortable, wishing his nerves would calm his throbbing erection.

"Not sure if my clothes are dry, but I need to put them back on," Ian said, lifting from his seat.

"Sit down," Maria ordered.

Ian fell back into the loveseat and looked at Maria in confusion, "I really should-"

"Move your hand," she sanctioned, pulling his arm away from his crotch.

Obeying her orders, Ian unleashed his hand, and a pulsing ten-inch cock, sprung out of his grasp. Eyes wide, Maria could feel her mouth drooling, "Wow."

"I, um...sorry." Ian felt ashamed to admit the erection was due to her curves in the skimpy night dress.

"So you did come to fuck?" Maria teased, reaching out to touch his long thick dick. As her soft fingers explored, a few drops of precum began to leak out of the small hole in his swollen tip.

"No. Uh, I promise. I've never-"

Maria laughed, "You're a homeless virgin?"

As she twirled her hand around the base of his cock, Ian's face managed to twist in annoyance, "No, I was going to say I've never. Uhm. Been the type to force myself on, uhh, woman."

Her hand movements were excellent, something Ian felt he didn't deserve.

Carefully, he removed her hand from his cock and placed his hands on it to secure the monster, "I'm old enough to be your father, Maria. I appreciate your curiosity, but I'm sure some guy your age would kill at a chance with a beautiful woman like yourself. I have nothing to give you but a thank you for everything, and that tree will be gone before I leave."

"I think you broke into my house to get to my little kitty," Maria folded her arms.

"Well, I assure you that wasn't the case. I may be down on my luck right now. But I am no criminal."

Maria's loud voice made Ian flinch, "You broke into my fucking house. You are a criminal--a filthy one at that."

"Sorry. I understand your upset, and I've explained my situation, I... If you want, we can go to the station, and you can press charges. I deserve it." Ian's shameful expression returned, "I need a warm bed anyway."

This pussy boy's disturbed ramblings invoked Maria to take further liberties. Biting her lip, she ran her hands over his hard stomach, dotted with soft hair. With Ian's stiff chest heaving up and down, he shuddered as she swiped her hand across his soft nipples, bringing them erect.

"Maria, I..."

Ian could remember the last time a woman touched him. It was far from fresh in his mind. Her palm was soft, but she applied pressure he had never felt from a woman her size or larger.

Maria kept her smile as she explored his shaking torso, "I should say you harmed me."

She watched as Ian's face lost color, and a stutter formed, "What? Um, why? Why would you do that?"

Maria returned to his cock and squeezed his swollen head, "Because you scared me." Her fingers became tighter around the shaft and his expression thawed.

"Why shouldn't I scare you back?" Maria smiled.

Ian's face contorted, his hands at his side, "mmm, uh, I was wrong for- oh, fuck. I'm Sorry," Ian looked at the cum now covering his thighs and Maria's hands, "I'm sorry, but I told you to stop." Ian breathed out.

"Get on your knees, pussy."

His thick brows arched, "Excuse me?"

"I said. Get on your fucking knees, you smelly piece of trash."

When Ian didn't move quickly enough, Maria grabbed his shaggy hair and pushed his head down, "Now!"

On all fours, Ian fearfully gazed up as Maria spread her thighs, revealing a smooth mound of flesh. Her fingers crossed between her plump lips to caress her clit. The bead became erect, but he kept his eyes on her face and glanced toward her pussy every so often. He sensed her ragged breath and watched as smooth cream oozed out of her opening. He swallowed his desire as she reached her fingers into her cunt. She held it out for him to try, and he was hesitant to, "Maria, I'm-"

"Taste me, hurricane. I promise it's sweet."

Reluctantly, Ian took her small finger into his mouth, sucking softly at her sticky cream. The taste and act were pleasantly nurturing.

"You belong to me, now," Maria smiled, "You can't leave."

Ian stood to his feet in protest but stopped when he saw the gun, realizing it wasn't his fake one. This gun was real and loaded.

Holding his hands up in surrender, Ian stepped back, "Look, I am sorry. I said I would leave once the rain let up. But I...I was sleeping so well it's been months since-"

"Get back on your knees, pussy," Maria ordered with a giggle.

The end of the gun pointed toward his skull and stayed there until he was back on all fours at her feet. Holding up her foot, Maria laid her petite ankle on his shoulder, "As I said. You belong to me, and You can't leave." A sneaky smile formed on her face, which scared Ian. He had picked the wrong house.

The water heater was out due to the loss of electricity, and the tub of water was ice cold. Ian's body was tense, and he shivered slightly when the water touched his skin. He broke out in a nervous sweat, regardless. It should have been soothing, but it was too cold, and this situation was too fucked up.

Maria rinsed the rag again, dipping it into the cold water before rubbing it roughly across his face. Whatever was caked on his beard before was gone and revealed reddish brown hair on his face. It was a beautiful thick beard that reminded her of her ex-boyfriend.

"You are disgusting," Maria commented, shaking her head and going to his earlobes for extensive cleaning.

Ian remained quiet as she criticized the dirty parts of his body, trying to stay still as his teeth clamped and his jaw clenched.

"Stand up."

Standing to his feet, Ian was pleased his balls were no longer feeling like icicles. The warmth was a short-lived feeling. Maria turned on the cold shower, dotting his skin with more ice water.

"Turn around," Maria ordered.

A slap to his toned ass made him wince and clench his cheeks.

"Stop," he grunted.

Maria chuckled, "Aww, have you never had anything in your ass before?"

Ian's expression turned fierce, "Fuck no."

He jumped as her little hand popped his cheeks again, "Stop!"

Cackling, Maria continued sending smacks around his taut ass before grabbing his dick roughly, "You love it. Just look at how hard you are." She gave several strokes, and Ian groaned out.

"You must be thinking about getting fucked in the ass, huh, Hurricane?" Her other hand popped his ass again.

His expression turned violent, "No, I'm not!"

Ian jerked his cock away from her clasp and pushed her arms around, "I don't think I can play your little power games. I'm a grown-ass man even though I am down on my luck," he verified, stepping out of the shower to avoid the cold spray.

Trying to remove her arm, Maria scowled, "Do you think I give a fuck?" she clapped, her voice loud and full of unauthorized power.

The cold water on her bathroom floor made her angry, "Get back in that fucking tub, pussy."

With bass in his voice, Ian pulled her toward him, "The hell is wrong with you? You can't talk to people like that. I'm leaving."