Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Pervert -- Smita "Make sure you finish your lunch." "Yes, Aai." "And this is the last time I am dropping you off to school. The next time you miss the bus, you walk." "Yes, Aai." Meghana sighed. The seven year old grinned at her, knowing her threat to be empty. She laughed and waved to him as he ran off with his friends. Then the smile faded to be replaced by a wistful look. "What else do I have to do apart from dropping him off to school?" she thought. For the past seven years her life had been just about him. When she got married, just after graduation, her husband Suresh had assured her that he would not mind if she went back to college and then worked. But just within a year her parents-in-law started dropping hints about wanting a grandchild. And when the grandchild came, all her dreams disappeared. "I could get a job now," she thought to herself. But then she shook her head - Suresh would find a way to talk her out of it. ***** He was there again, in the balcony, as she walked into the building. He smiled down at her as she walked through the gate and she politely smiled back. Prakash Joshi lived in the apartment next door and he always smiled at her a lot. He worked from home a lot and so it was not surprising that he was at home at that time. What was surprising was that he always seemed to be looking down from the balcony every time she returned home, almost as if he were waiting for her. And there it was again - when she got to the door, she could see the edge of an envelope sticking out under the door. She sighed and picked it up - it was the third such envelope this week. It was addressed to her but was unsealed. She opened it and pulled out the note it contained. It had a single sentence printed on it: "I want to slide my cock between your tits until I spray your face." She sighed. It had to be him - the way he stared at her from the balcony, the way he seemed to be aware of her movements, the way he smiled at her. Who else could it be? The regularity with which the notes seemed to appear these days suggested that it had to be someone within the building. His front door was right behind her and she suppressed the urge to turn around and look at it. She wondered if he was staring at her through the peephole. She fumbled with her keys as she struggled to open her door. "I should tell Suresh... or the police," she thought. She put the envelope away in a drawer with the rest of the obscene notes she had received. Some day he was going to cross the line and she was going to hand in those notes to the police as evidence. ***** And then one day there was the photograph in the envelope- a photograph of a large, erect penis. Her heart was beating like a drum and she could feel herself burning up with the anger. She wondered if she should go to the police now. After all, it would not be very difficult to prove that he was doing it, particularly now that he had himself handed her something that could be used as evidence. She decided to think about it for another day. After all, it the consequences were going to be a bit embarrassing for her as well. ***** When she came back from the the hairdresser, he was not in the balcony. That was a bit surprising. But then when she went up to her apartment, she saw that his door was a little ajar. She could hear his voice from another room. She felt her blood heating up at the sound of his voice. Without another thought, she pushed the door open and walked into his apartment. She walked straight into the bedroom where he seemed to be speaking with someone. That was just as well - she was going to humiliate him in front of whoever was there. But he was alone. It took her a few moments to take in the sight and she felt her legs weaken as it registered in her brain. He was naked from the waist down, sitting in front of his computer. His web camera was trained on his erect cock and he was masturbating furiously. On the screen, in a little window, there was another man... or rather a man's penis, also being vigorously masturbated. "Yes, she is a beauty," he said. "The things I could do to her..." To her horror, Meghana realized what he was talking about. In other window on the screen was the picture of a naked woman, her legs apart, her hands spreading her slit. And the worst part was that the woman's face... was hers. It took her just a moment to realize that the picture was a fake. But it did nothing to diminish her anger or the horror she felt. She angrily banged a fist on the door to make her presence known. He jolted up from his chair and turned around. His eyes widened with surprise and terror, but without wasting any time, he swiftly closed the offending windows on his screen. Then, becoming aware of his nakedness, he looked around for his pants. But they were lying on a chair across the room. He tried to rush for them but tripped over something and fell down to his knees. As he recovered and stood up, the urgency in his movements was gone as he realized that nothing he could do could improve the situation at this stage. "How did you get in?" he finally asked in a low voice. "The door was open," she said. "The stupid maid..." He sat back down in the chair which he turned around to face her. She looked at him in disbelief as he now made no effort to cover himself. "What are you going to do?" he asked. "What do you think?" she shouted suddenly. He raised his hands in a calming gesture. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." "All those notes!" "Yes... but I did not mean to hurt you." The stupidity of his argument left her speechless. She stared at him, trying to keep her gaze from drifting towards his naked crotch. "Didn't mean to hurt me? Is that your explanation? What do you think the police will think of that?" He gave her a miserable look. "You are going to the police?" "What else is there to do?" "So I will end up in jail." "You should, considering what you are doing. Now I understand why your wife left you." He sighed and stared at the floor but said nothing. The seconds ticked by and she tried to think of something more incisive to say. "Ah fuck it," he said suddenly. "You want an explanation? I will give you an explanation." She involuntarily took a step back. "I am horny," he said. "I love to fuck and I did those things because I was horny. A good and proper housewife like you is such a turn on. What I would like to do is fuck you till you scream. That is how it is supposed to be... because I am a man and you are a woman. Everyone feels this way so I am not ashamed. Now if you want to go to the police and destroy me because of a few dirty notes and a picture, I don't care. Do what you want." She stared at him in revulsion. "Disgusting, is it?" he asked angrily. "You know what, you might as well watch this then." He grasped his softening cock and began to stroke it vigorously. "Stop it!" she shouted at him. But he paid no attention to her. She watched in horror as his organ began to swell to its full size. His hand was a blur and he was grunting loudly and obscenely. His face was a picture of desperation and anger. "Stop! Stop!" she wailed. And he did. A long white spurt flew across the room and landed on the floor in front of her. She fainted. ***** When she woke up, she was on the couch. She sat up with a start as she realized it was not her couch. As the memories flooded back into her consciousness, she looked around anxiously. Her sari, though a little disheveled was still in place. She stumbled to her feet and straightened it. And then she saw him. He was standing at the door leading into his kitchen. She thankfully noted that he was dressed. He came over and gave her a glass of water. She reluctantly took it with trembling hands, took a sip and then put it down on the coffee table. He had put her purse there. She picked it up. Then she realized that she still was feeling a little faint, so she sat down again. "Amazing," he said. "You fainted from seeing me come. What a decent woman you must be..." She struggled to her feet. "I hate you, you know," he said. "You and your proper life. And I know you find me disgusting. And maybe I am disgusting but you could never hate me as much as I hate you and your good and proper life." "I am not going to hurt you," he said quietly. "If I had wanted to, I would have already done it. Go to the police if you like. Fucking cunt. Destroy me. There is nothing that you can do to me that life has not done already." She could hear him talking as she rushed out, as she fumbled through her purse for the keys and as she struggled to open the door. But she had no idea what he was saying. ***** She rang his doorbell. When he opened, he just gave her a blank look. She did not know what to say either. Finally, he moved aside to let her in. She sat down on the couch and he sat in the chair across the room. "You did not go to the police?" he asked. "No." "Thank you." "I did not go because it would cause too much publicity for my family as well." She gave him a sharp look. "What are you here for then? You want an apology?" "I don't suppose you are going to give me one." He laughed. "No, I meant every single thing I said yesterday. I know you can get me arrested any time you like. But I am not going to beg for forgiveness. Because I am not sorry." She looked at the forty year old man sitting across the room. A disgusting, lonely pervert. He probably spent countless hours in front of the computer, masturbating to pictures of women... sometimes innocent women like her. He hated her. And she had to admit, that while she did not hate him, he filled her with disgust. She got up and walked over to him. He stared at her defiantly. He knew she was going to slap him, but he was going to look her in the eyes as she did that. But she didn't. She reached down and pulled down his zipper. Without a word, she kneeled in front of him. His mind went blank as he felt her pull out his cock. The warmth of her body as she rested it on his thighs, her scent, the feel of her soft hands on his cock... and then the warmth and softness of her mouth as she engulfed him. Meghana sucked like a woman possessed. What she was doing was mad and she embraced the madness. She tried to swallow his cock completely and failed. She spat it out, choking and coughing. Then with a whimper, she began to suck on it again, this time stroking it vigorously with her hands as her saliva oozed down from her mouth, coating the shaft. As he came in her mouth, he had no idea what had just happened. And she did not care. She swallowed some of it while some dribbled out of her mouth. She stumbled to her feet and rushed to the door. She heard him call out to her, but she had no idea what he was saying. She rushed into her apartment, slammed the front door behind her and sank to the floor. A few moments later, she heard his front door slam shut. There was a gob of semen on the back of her hand. She closed her eyes and licked it off. THE END Note: I initially intended this to be a longer story (it was initially titled "Meghana") with multiple chapters. But I am giving up on that idea for now. So this will remain as a short story that leaves things hanging... much like some of the other stuff I have written. Not everyone enjoys that, but... oh well.