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Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 01

By: LaceAndHumiliation



{Part one of "Natalie and the Neighbor." This will be a multi-part story}

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Every time I'm on my computer and see the abbreviation, "BTW" now I have to chuckle. For most people, the BTW means, "by the way." For me it has another meaning. Thanks to my neighbor, between us, it means "Big tittied whore." That's what he calls me. his "big tittied whore." I actually think, "Big tittied slut" would be more appropriate. I don't charge for sex, I just have a lot of it. However, since I'm the one who basically begged him for this kind of treatment, I have to allow him his preferences.

My name is actually Natalie. Most of my friends and family call me Nat, thanks to my brother who likened me to the insect pest when I was little and it stuck. I was only called Natalie when I was in trouble, usually with my step father. He was a strict disciplinarian and I still shudder when I hear my name called out in its full form. Natalie. Usually soon after, it was followed by a spanking. My step dad loved to spank us. Well, come to think about it, he really only spanked me. I don't recall my brother ever getting spanked. For me it was always bare assed, which added to the humiliation, and often included a hair brush or in the rare instance a belt. He spanked me well into my late teens. He always said, "as long as you are under my roof..." I don't want to give you the wrong idea. He was firm, but fair. I never got a spanking I didn't deserve. He passed away when I was 18. I'm 24 now. He never knew but, I actually kind of got off on it. At the time I didn't understand the connection between the pain, the humiliation, and the excitement. Now, whenever I hear my name called out like that, Natalie, I get a familiar tingle between my legs. Now, I recognize it for what it was. It was and is a sexual trigger for me. I enjoyed it. I enjoy being spanked, humiliated and as I later came to realize, being used sexually. Being a child of the internet I learned quickly enough that my particular fantasies were shared by many others. I quickly learned about BDSM, S & M, Dominance and submission. I learned that others also felt like I did.

This brings me to my neighbor, Chet. He's an ex military guy. He still keeps his hair tightly trimmed like a buzz cut. He's got to be in his early to mid fifties. He's in excellent physical shape, though. I saw him all the time out in the backyard trimming trees, cutting grass, often shirtless. He's very nicely muscled, a fact that I now have first hand knowledge of. His wife died before he moved in the neighborhood with his kids. Chet has two kids who are very nearly my age. His son, Don, is 21 and his daughter Jill is 19. They are both most often away at college. The thing I noticed about Chet right away was, he had a certain air about him. He was the strict, firm disciplinarian to his kids that I remembered about my step father. Chet's kids adored and admired their father. 

I recognized since my step father passed that I had a particularly strong desire to be with a man with a firm hand. I now understand that to be a dominant man. I clearly now see myself as submissive, sexually. I have been more than a little promiscuous with guys since high school. I knew what I liked. I loved giving head. I loved getting fucked hard. There wasn't much about sex I didn't enjoy. I had experimented with aspects of dominance and submission with a number of guys up to now but in nearly every case the guys my age had no idea what they were doing. Oh sure, they enjoyed it when I was tied up and they could touch me and fuck me all they want. What usually happened though, is they'd either beg me to be the dominant one or worse, when they had the opportunity to use me for their pleasure, in any way they chose, they'd treat me like a china doll. It was as if they were afraid to hurt me. No amount of explaining what I needed helped. They simply were at a different sexual maturity level than me. 

I saw something different in Chet. He was so self assured, almost to the point of cocky. Not the college boy kind of cocky, his was more of a attitude of total belief in himself, where he didn't care what anyone else said, as though he always knew where he stood. To me, it was just damned sexy. I resolved that I'd do whatever it took to get him to use that self assuredness on me. I had no idea how to go about it. He wasn't some dumb 20 something jock who I could just wrap around my little finger to get what I want. In fact, I tried to flirt often, usually from across our yards whenever we were both out. He occasionally had parties with, who I would guess, were former army buddies. They'd have barbecues in the backyard. I never failed to flirt with him, and the others, when I could. Those nights I'd often masturbate to thoughts of them all overpowering me. He was always very respectful, polite, though. I'd wear some very revealing bikini tops and short shorts but I could never catch him ogling me, even if some of his friends did. Now, I think I have a killer body. I have what my exes have called a "killer ass". My tits are firm, large and I often use my cleavage to my best advantage. I'm told by many guys that I'm beautiful, though of course, that's all subjective. My point being, I think I'm hot, at least I did up until I couldn't get Chet to ogle me. I even wondered if he might be gay.

His kids were away at school during a very hot weather period in June. I used every opportunity to flaunt what I had available to Chet, and for that matter, other neighbors who happened to get a glimpse. I was feeling particularly horny of late. It was months since I'd had a good fucking (that is, if I'd really had one at all). Chet was cutting the hedges along our wooden privacy fence. It wasn't all that private, since it only was about 5 feet tall. I could see his face glistening with sweat as he worked the hedge shears furiously. I took the opportunity to engage him in conversation. I'd already kind of planned it since I saw him outside. I'd made lemonade. I offered him some. He accepted with delight. I saw him smile. I realized I didn't see him smile that often but when he did, he beamed. I made small talk as he drank. Only my head was above the fence line but he was quite a bit taller than me so I could see him from his shoulders on up. He was shirtless again. His muscled arms just looked so damned good.

Since he was looking down at me I stepped back a bit from the fence. I was again wearing one of my ridiculously tiny and revealing bikini tops which I normally only use for tanning. I wanted him to see what he might have, if he should so endeavor to try. I kept having flashes of him holding me down, his beautiful body sweating with exertion as he fucked me raw. I found myself embarrassed by those thoughts every time he'd catch my gaze. 

Then I heard it, "Natalie, is something wrong?" He asked.

I felt an electric jolt surge through me. I felt my knees grow weak. Just the way he said it, firmly, confidently. I felt like that little girl in trouble again. "Oh god," I thought. "He has no idea."

I instinctively answered, "No, sir."

He smiled at that. "Sir, I like that. Most younger people use that so infrequently these days."

I shot him back an embarrassed smile, "not me, sir. I know when someone deserves respect." I could see a wry smile cross his lips. Finally, I felt like there was an opening. "It is also very rare these days to find someone worth calling, "Sir, um, sir."

"Are you trying to make me blush, Natalie?" he grinned.

Oh god, there it was again. My pussy was electric. I found myself dancing from foot to foot slightly. Damn, I needed it. I needed it badly. I was thinking, "how can I get him to just take it?" I just wanted him to take what he wanted, what he no doubt needed. I never saw women coming or going from his house. Surely he needed this as much as I did.

I didn't want to lose this chance. "I'm sure nothing I could do to you could embarrass a worldly guy such as yourself, sir." I said before I realized how the what "I could do to you," might sound. This time, I was blushing for sure.

He just laughed. "Probably true," he said as he wiped his brow of the sweat that was running down his forehead. Suddenly I envisioned us showing together and me soaping him down as the water cascaded over us. Again, he caught me blushing.

"Natalie," he said, this time more forceful and focused.

"Yes, sir?" I asked as our eyes met.

"Are you sure you are ok? I seem to keep losing you now and again."

"I'm fine. I just have some things on my mind, sir," I said. I wasn't lying. I just wondered if he knew exactly what those things on my mind were. I wanted him to know, though. I wanted him to know everything.

We continued to talk for nearly an hour. I asked about his dating habits and he asked about mine. I more than hinted at my likes and dislikes. I found him to be unfailingly truthful and honest, as was I. He knew about my promiscuity, I'm sure he did. He could see I had been with more than a few different men since he'd been my neighbor. He didn't seem to be fazed by it, though. Finally, I asked him about sex and whether or not he missed it. He didn't answer. He just looked at me with a serious face.

"Are you sure you want to hear about an old man telling you about his sex life?" He asked.

"You are not old, sir," I gushed. "Any woman would be glad to have you."

"Any woman, Natalie?" he asked.

I swear he was doing it on purpose, sounding out the syllables of my name just to drive me crazy.

"I said, any, sir." I said with embarrassed lust. I avoided his knowing glance.

"What is it you want, Natalie?" He asked me straight out.

I wanted to tell him I wanted him to jump the fence, rip my top and my shorts off me and fuck me until I couldn't walk. But really, how do you tell someone your really don't know something like that? Still, I needed it, I wanted it. I had to let him know he could have it. He could have me. I knew I had to tell him, too. He was asking me. I just had to find a way to say it.

"I just think that..." I stammered. "You seem to be such a guy in control..." I was hemming and hawing without a real plan. 

"And?" He asked sternly. He seemed to be enjoying seeing me in this predicament.

"I...uh...have always had this...thing about a guy in control..." I managed to squeak out.

"Uh huh," he said. "What about it?"

"It's just exciting to me....that is....sexually, when a guy takes the control," I said, nearly mumbling.

"I see," he said thoughtfully. "Is that it?"

"No," I said. I noticed I was shivering. It was still warm, it was from the anxiety of it all. "There's more, lots more," I said, my face now red with the shame. Through all of it though, I never lost the feeling of my pussy being on fire, tingling with the wonderful shame and excitement of it all.

"I'd urge you to be careful with that," he said with concern. "People armed with that kind of information about you could very well take advantage..."

My heart was in my throat. I shot back quickly. "Maybe that's what I need."

Well, this is hardly the place to discuss all of that," he smiled softly. "I have to admit, I'm intrigued. I certainly didn't see you in that light before..." he said. "I guess I'd have to ask why you are telling me all this, and not one of your many "boyfriends," he said, using his fingers in air quotes.

"They wouldn't know what to do with it, sir. Believe me, I've tried."

"So you are telling me all this because, what, you think I'm the safest person to reveal it to?"

"Safest, in a way, and the most dangerous in another," I tried to explain, albeit weakly.

He laughed, "you see me as dangerous?"

"Oh god, yes, sir. You just have that...thing about you. It's hard to explain," I said as I found myself again shifting from foot to foot nervously and excitedly. "I just have a hard time telling you, like this." 

'I understand," he said thoughtfully. "It can't be easy. But, you say there's more?"

I nodded. "Much more," I said as I swear I felt my pussy gush.

"Interesting," he said, smiling. "You don't mind sharing this with me?"

"No, sir," I said firmly, not wanting to lose him now. 

"People say a lot of things," he mused. "Most people don't mean half the things they say, especially when faced with it." He was scanning my face intently. 

"Not me, sir. I've known this about me for a long time." I finally could see him looking at me. Finally, he was looking at me with lust. I caught him staring at my now hardened nipples. He didn't look away when I caught him either. He was just smiling confidently. I was the one who blushed.

"Tell you what. We can't really discuss this out here all night," he laughed knowingly. I know this is somewhat embarrassing to you....though that may be part of the excitement....?" He asked rhetorically, while hitting the nail on the head. "I have to go shower. If you want, why don't you write down your thoughts. Be specific. It's one thing to say, "Oh, I like when a guy uses me." "That could mean that you like a guy to hold your hands down lightly when he has sex with you, or, it could mean you want him to spank your ass hard, pull your hair, while he fucks you until you can't stand. It's all subjective. Be specific. What is it you want? What is it you like? What things do you actually want to do? If they are vague, then I'm not sure how you expect them to happen. If they are specific then....who knows what we could accomplish," he grinned knowingly. He seemed to enjoy my embarrassed wilting in response to his request. "Can you do that?"

"Yes, sir," I choked out. "I'll get right on it. Should I email it to you when I'm done?"

"I'd like that," he said. He gave me his email address and then walked off, whistling. 

I couldn't help but stare at his finely muscles back and shoulders and his tight ass as he walked away. He was going to have me. Now, there was no doubt of it. "How much should I tell him?" I wondered, before deciding to throw caution to the wind. 

I sat in front of my computer. Specifics. He was right. Even in my own mind a lot of it was vague. I'd never done anything like this before, how could I even know everything I might desire. Then, I thought about all the images and scenarios I've masturbated to for years. I figured that maybe if I put him in those scenes in my head that it might be easier for me. Then, I decided I should just write down everything, no holding back. Then, after it was all down in black and white I could just decide which parts to send him, which ones I should admit to. First, I thought about control, what that meant to me. I wrote:

"Chet, for so long now I've wanted a man to control me sexually. By control, I mean I want him to feel free to take me, whenever, however he chooses." I remembered him repeating the word "specific." This control means using me. Fucking me. Making me suck him...you. Whenever, however you want. My pussy, mouth and ass are to be yours. It's not a "relationship" where we discuss what we want and then make a decision, the decision is yours. You take me, you use me, as you wish, when you wish." 

I realized that perhaps that wasn't specific enough though I think a major part of the excitement in it for me is not actually knowing how he wants to use me. I hoped that it would suffice for now. Then, I thought about how and in what ways I like being used. I thought about force, about roughness. I can't say that I'd ever had it as I fantasized about, I tried to find the right words. I shuddered when I started the next line, as it reaches a deep, dark part of me. 

"Further, this use can be forceful, even rough, when you decide it to be. I know you want specifics so, rough means....spankings, hard, thorough. It means when you judge it necessary that you can redden my ass so much that I have trouble sitting for days. That can mean with your hand, a brush, a belt, whatever you deem appropriate. It means hair pulling. It means pulling and biting on my nipples so hard that I gasp." 

I had to stop and touch my pussy after writing that. I thought surely I'd never be able to send that to him. Force, roughness, that was at the heart of it, but there's more. There's humiliation. As I wrote I wondered if I'd even get the courage to reveal it to him. I forged ahead.

"I also desire to be humiliated. This is a new facet for me. I've always got off on when men have called me a slut, or a whore. I want you to explore that with me. I am what you call me. I want to be it, to live it. If I'm a slut, make me be that slut. Call me any and every name you wish then make me deliver on it. Part of my desire for humiliation comes in being exhibited publicly. Dress me any way you wish. Show me to whoever you wish, how you wish. I want to never be able to say no, no matter how humiliating."

The writing itself was driving me insane with lust. It was all coming out of me. I let it flow. I didn't worry about the depths of the depravity since I still had the option of erasing any, or all of it. Some of my deeper and darker thoughts were starting to emerge.

"I realize that part of my humiliation of being a controlled slut is being humiliated in front of, and with, other people of your choosing. I have long desired to be made to have to admit my submissiveness in public. I need you to make it obvious to whoever you choose to reveal it to who I am, what I am to you. I want to not be able to say no to any of your desires."

Now it was just flowing through me. All the desires, all the frustrations, all the pent up lust, I just let it out.

"Feel free to use bondage on me at any time. Tie me up, use me, leave me, then come back and use me again. I love being a tied slut, forced to please, for hours on end."

"To sum up, my body is yours for the taking, sir. Tie it, spank it, fuck it, use it, give it away, take pictures of it, whatever you want. Also, whenever you refer to me as Natalie, instead of Nat, it drives me crazy with lust, it's like I'm in trouble with my parents, it's a surefire libido enhancer."

I sat back in my chair as I reread what I wrote. I fingered myself to a crashing orgasm as I read it. "Oh god," I thought. "Can I possibly reveal this to any other human being?" I looked out my window. I could see into Chet's house, which I had found myself doing a lot lately. I could see him sitting on his sofa. He had a glass of wine in his hand. It looked like he had just showered. He had on just some sexy pajama bottoms. I gulped. He was just so fucking hot. I clicked "Send" on the email before I could change my mind.

I went to take a shower myself. Before I could wash the guilt off of me I already regretted sending it. I rushed back to the computer frantically as I dripped water everywhere. I had an email, it was from Chet.

"Natalie," he wrote, as I felt my pussy throb involuntarily. "While the ideas you laid out are indeed interesting, exciting, and certainly revealing. I think there is still much to talk about. It's one thing in the hypothetical, it's a whole 'nother in reality. I think we both could explore this. I'd like you to come over, tonight. I've got some wine. Let's discuss this further. However, to show your good faith, I'd like you to do something for me."

I could feel my pussy juice starting to boil and trickle slightly down my upper thigh at his forward response.

"I want you to wear that small yellow sundress that I've seen you wear frequently. It's very sexy. Also, wear some nice high heels. I know you have some, I've seen you wear them when you have gone out with your men. That's all I want you to wear. I want you to walk to my house on the sidewalk in front. I want you to ring my doorbell and while you wait, I want you to slip out of your dress and be ready for inspection in just your heels."

I blushed and my mouth fell open. "Oh my goodness," I squeaked.


Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 01



"If you are true to your word, as well as your desires, then this should be a good opening step to prove that you are who you say you are. I'll be expecting you shortly. Chet."

It was all happening so fast. I'd wanted it for so long. Now, I was about to strip naked on my neighbor's front porch and wait for him to "inspect me."

I was scared out of my mind but I had no intention of backing out. My pussy was leading my brain. So, in less than fifteen minutes from when I'd sent the fateful email I was in my sundress, closing my front door behind me as I walked with a click click click in my heels, towards his house. The houses in the neighborhood weren't particularly close to each other, it wasn't as if I'd be on display with certainty to anyone, however, just the thought that anyone driving or walking by just might get a glimpse....well, that thought put me on edge as I walked up his steps. I took a deep breath and rang his doorbell. I looked around quickly and lifted the dress up and over my head. I left it in a pile on his welcome mat. "Fitting," I thought. He took his time opening the door, which, I'm sure, was his plan. His face was stern and serious. He ushered me in. He had put on sweat pants and a T-shirt.

He gruffly pushed me face up against the wall. He made me spread my legs and had me place my hands on the wall like police do to suspects. I felt totally vulnerable. No doubt it was just as he wanted it (I know, just as I'm sure I wanted it as well!). He ran his hands over my sides at first softly. 

"Nice," he murmured. His hands lightly brushed across the sides of my tits which made me sigh. His hands continued down the outsides of my legs, firmer now. He then began to trace them back up the insides of my thighs. He stopped short of my pussy which made me wince in anticipation. Finally, his hands found my tits and he firmly and expertly fondled and massaged them. I was on fire. Here, the man I'd lusted after for so long now had me naked, in just heels, in his house. I was ready for anything. He was a master, though, no clumsy immature college boy wanting to get off and get away as soon as possible.

"Go fix us some glasses of wine, Natalie," he smiled.

I could feel his eyes burning into my "killer ass" as I walked away from him towards the kitchen. I could feel myself hoping beyond hope that he'd attack me like an animal before I even got to the kitchen. He was counting on that, I'm sure. He wanted to build me up first. By making me serve him wine while I was naked was just the first part of that. Humiliation. That's what I asked for. That's what he was giving me. Every part of me showing while he still was clothed. An hour or so ago this was an idea in my head and now I was already naked, submissive to his will, in his home. That thought was delightfully wicked to me.

I brought the wine and the glasses in with me. I could feel him ogling me freely as I poured the wine for both of us. He had me sit in a chair across from him. I felt as though I was being interviewed. It felt wonderfully embarrassing.

"So, slut," he said without reservation, "your email was quite illuminating. But, I have some questions."

"Anything, sir." I said as I sipped at the wine. I felt I could really use a good buzz to settle my nerves at that point.

"Control, force, humiliation, bondage..." he said, reciting my key points. "I like how you had some specifics in there, however, again, in the real world, what does it all mean?" He wasn't really looking for my answer at this point. He continued. "I get the spanking, hair pulling, name calling thing..." he said thoughtfully. "and rest assured you'll get that, in spades," he said coolly.

I shifted nervously in my chair, I felt as if the excitement in my pussy would be too embarrassingly evident. 

"I do wonder though, specifically, how this would all work, in the real world."

"What is it you don't understand, sir?" I asked meekly. He could just have ordered me to the floor at any point and have his way with me. I knew he was enjoying the power over me, though. I also understood that it was part of what I enjoyed as well. 

"Use me anytime, anywhere I wish?" He asked.

"Yes, sir," I gulped, my face lowered shamefully.

"Well, I certainly see you have some commitment to it, since you followed my orders for your arrival."

I nodded. "I mean it, sir. I don't want to disappoint you."

"I see that. So, from this moment on...you are willing to serve me sexually. You don't want to say no to me in any way? Are you saying that you have no limits?"

My head was down, my eyes were scanning the floor, my lips were trembling. "I don't want to be hurt," I said as I sniffed back a tear. "Nothing permanent. I don't want to do anything with bathroom stuff, like peeing or that," I said in scarlet shame. "Otherwise, don't hurt me but use me up and I think we'll be ok." I'd said it. I could feel the blood nearly draining from my head as I saw him eyeing me with intensity.

"Did you want it to be like dating? Are you looking for some kind of relationship or love?" He wondered.

"No sir, I'm only talking about sex. This only needs to be between you and me....well, or others you choose to involve..." I said nervously.

He smiled at that. "Yes, others. I noticed that. That could get very....interesting for you, to say the least," he said as he gauged my reaction to all of it. "Well, that's good because I don't know that a relationship in the traditional sense would work for us, we're from two different worlds. This type of relationship, however, has some promise," He chuckled.

I sipped the last drops from the wine goblet. He spoke again. "Ok, I'm willing to try. Why don't we start by trying it for a week. Then, you and I can decide if it's for us."

"One month!" I blurted out without thinking. I knew immediately one week wouldn't give him a chance to even come up with some things to test our commitments to it.

He started chuckling. "One month?" Ok, a month from today I'll call you here just as today and we'll decide where we go from there. So for the next month I own your body and I do with it what I see fit? Why a month, though, why not a day, a week, just to see if you'd like it?"

"It's just that...sir..."I said haltingly, "there's just so much of it. There's so much I'm asking for. I don't want it to be rushed, or miss any of it, you know? Some of it may take time, planning, plus, a month is way more humiliating to me. It forces me to commit, as I have fantasized about it.

"Put the wine glass down, Natalie, my big tittied whore. I want you to crawl across the room to me."

"Yes, sir," I said as tears pooled in my eyes. I'd committed to it. I'm not sure whether the tears were more from fear or from joy.

My heart raced as I got on my knees. I slowly crawled to him, naked. I knew he was admiring my ass as it swished from side to side. I wanted him to take me, take my pussy, take my ass, take all of me. I could feel my pussy dripping on the insides of my thighs as it hit the coolness of the air. I reached him, I nuzzled between his legs. I parted his legs and I crawled in between. I knew what he wanted. I pulled his sweat pants off of him. His cock sprung out. It was already firm. I looked up at him hopefully.

"Suck it, Natalie," he urged while his voice sent shivers straight from my brain to my pussy. "Show me how big tittied whores suck cock."

I engulfed his cock like I hadn't had one in years. I wanted him to feel it all, to enjoy it all. I didn't want him to be disappointed in me in any way and change his mind about any of it. I'd come too far. I gave him everything I had. He had his hands entwined in my hair the whole time, pulling, urging me on. I think I surprised him with what I could do. The deeper I went on him, the more he moaned. Finally, I let him pull me all the way down on his cock. It was as if I'd learned to deep throat just for this moment in time. His eyes were ablaze as my chin and his balls slapped together. I heard him groan loudly as he began to spurt deep down my throat. I didn't even have to swallow most of it, it was already past the back of my throat. He just kept slamming my lips forcibly down on his cock as his cock spasmed over and over. Finally, I'd gotten this beautiful man's cum inside me. I couldn't have been happier.

He popped his cock out of my mouth and sat back with a loud sigh.

"Not bad, big tittied whore," he growled. "I can see you've had some practice at that."

I giggled. "Just a bit."

His eyes flashed at me with purpose. "Just a bit? What is a bit? Be honest. If you are my big tittied whore I need to know the truth. How many?"

I was startled. "How many...what? Guys have I sucked off?"

"Yes," he said, his eyes locked on mine.

I thought about it for a few seconds. "That's a tough one," I said.

"Can't be honest with me?" He said with disappointment.

"No, no, that's not it, sir. I want you to know everything. It's just that...how many guys have I sucked off? Or, how many times have I sucked someone off. You know, obviously, some guys I've sucked off more than once..." I said with embarrassment, though I really wanted to be honest with him.

"Ah, I see," he chuckled as his eyes softened. "Ok, let's say, how many blowjobs have you given, I guess that's what I'm asking. I want to know how many times you've gotten guys off with your mouth."

"Ok, sir, in that case, I'd have to guess....jeez, at least....maybe....250?"

His eyes widened. I blushed. "Well, that sounds like a lot, I'm sure," I said uneasily. "But, you have to remember, if I suck off the same guy, say, 50 times a year, which, isn't very much if you are in a relationship....then I'd have to guess 250 is a very conservative number." In hindsight, I can't be sure that it was more like 500 times. I had no idea. It was a lot.

"I guess you are correct," he grinned. "Besides, who am I to complain when I'm the one reaping the benefit of that experience."

"Thank you, sir, I hope you enjoyed it."

"I did. I expect that you'll be on your knees with me often. In fact, I want you to count on that with me. You'll be doing a lot of cock sucking," he said sternly, as if judging my seriousness. You seem to enjoy it. Do you? Do you enjoy sucking cock?"

"Yes, sir. It drives me crazy, to be on my knees, having to please someone that way. I want it, I need it. Don't ever worry about it being too much, I've never reached that point where I've done it too much. Make me do it, whenever you want. I fully expect that. It's what I asked for."

"Yes, this is all what you asked for, remember that."

"Yes, sir. You promise to give it all to me?" I asked hopefully.

He laughed out loud. It was a gentle but firm laugh, he was totally in control of himself.

"My my, you youngsters sure are impatient and rash. Something like this really needs to build, it has ebb and flow."

I was still between his legs, I was needy. My pussy was soaked.

"I can smell your excitement," he said. "Crawl back over to your chair," he ordered.

I could feel his eyes on my ass as I crawled away from him. I knew he was enjoying the sight. I reached the chair and I sat again.

"Spread your legs," he bade me gruffly.

I did so with joyful shame. I knew he could see I was practically glistening from lust. 

"Show me what you do when you fantasize about these things," he said firmly. "Show me how you get off to these thoughts, my big tittied whore."

"Oh god," I thought, it hadn't occurred to me how embarrassing masturbating in front of him would be. All the other things I'd dreamed about for so long, I was sure about those, but this, in front of him? Like I said, he was a genius about these things. He knew how embarrassing it would be, he no doubt enjoyed that.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my pussy for him. I kept my eyes closed while I worked myself into a frenzy. I could hear my pussy sloshing from the juices between my fingers. I was mad with lust. I was about to cum, he knew it.

"Cum for me, Natalie," he urged in a low voice. That did it for me....the Nat a lie reverberated through my body. I started to cum.

"Look at me Natalie," he urged. "Look at me when cum." 

I opened my eyes and saw his strong, demanding, beautiful face filled with lust. I exploded. He made me keep his gaze the whole time. It was humiliating, it was wonderful, it was incredible. I came so hard I was nearly sobbing when it was over. He just sat there with a wry smile. He was just so confident, so sure of himself. He sat and sipped his wine leisurely as I collapsed into a puddle of my own excitement. 

"Fuck," I thought, "If I cum this hard just from this what's it going to be like when he takes me in other ways?" I found another electric surge shooting through my pussy at that thought.

He must have been able to stare straight into my soul because he knew all the buttons to push so far. As I panted in a naked shivering blob on his chair, he stood up slowly. He walked over to me. I was expecting some soft words. That wasn't what I got.

"Look at you!" He snarled. "Look at that mess you made on my chair," he said, pointing to my wetness on its leather.

He grabbed me roughly by the back of the neck and forced me to my knees, facing the chair.

"Clean that off!" He barked. I was frightened but deep inside I knew why he was doing it. I began to lick myself off of his chair. His face was inches from mine as I did it.

"Yes, that's a good big tittied whore. Get that off my chair," he growled. "You'll get to know punishment for being such a nasty slut."

By the time I was finished my face was coated with my own juices. He made me go get a towel and finish the job while he watched. Finally, he let me sit next to him on the couch. I didn't know what to expect. 

"Has it been somewhat like you envisioned so far?" He asked.

"Yes, sir. Probably more so than I could really fantasize about. The humiliation....well....you seem to be quite good at that. I think it's far more exciting when you come up with those things to get in my head.

"Yes, I enjoy that as well. It's more about the brain. Humiliation is all a mental fuck. I'm going to enjoy that part as well."

"Me too, sir," I gushed.

"There's one more thing I want to be sure about," he said, eyeing me with purpose. You mentioned spanking." I nodded. "I enjoy that as well," he continued. "I wonder, however, if your level matches mine."

He was toying with me. My pussy started responding again. I knew what we both wanted. I got on my knees in front of him. I looked up at him. 

I said, "try me out. I wrote to you that I want to feel it for days after, when I sit. Spank me as you wish, don't worry about me, afterwards, I'll let you know if we match."

I crawled across his lap and exposed my quivering ass to him.

"Ok, if you are sure about this. I can be quite...firm in my dealings with naughty little sluts," he said, his voice becoming ragged with lust.

"I know, sir, punish this naughty slut. Show me how you are going to treat your big tittied whore from now on," I urged.

"We'll do this my way," he said sternly. "I want you to put your hands on the arm of the sofa. Hang on, this won't go easy for you. Do not let go. Do not lower your hands to try and cover your ass. If you do, I'll start over. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I whimpered. He knew that little twist would be even more humiliating to me. It'd be easier if my hands were bound, that way I couldn't stop it if I wanted to. This way, it would be me in control of my hands. By not moving them I'd be admitting to him how much I wanted it, needed it.

I assumed the position. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! came the blows in rapid succession. I moaned. This wasn't a play acting spanking for once, this was real. I could feel my cheeks start to burn. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! They were firm, hard spanks I was writhing in his grasp, while still firmly holding onto the arm of the couch.

He was degrading me the whole time. " Is this what you want, Natalie? Is this how you want to be treated, like a naughty whore that needs firm punishment?"

"Yes, sir, yes!" I groaned. Tears were flowing as he continued his assault.

This was a test. He was testing my tolerance. Over and over and over the blows came. It was excruciating, especially when he'd repeat blows on the same reddened, abused spots. He knew it, he was seeing if I'd quit. I was bawling now, I knew my ass would be bruised and sore for days. Finally, I just relaxed, sobbing softly as he finished his wonderful abuse of my ass. He stopped, then he caressed and lightly stroked my burning flesh.

"You have such a beautiful derriere," he said in appreciation. "Delightfully ripe for such spankings, too."

"Thank you, sir," I wept appreciatively. I'd never had such a thorough spanking. I'd only dreamed about it but now it was real. I was sore but totally satisfied by it. My pussy was on fire. I must've looked like I'd been through a hurricane. My face was coated in sweat, tears and my own juices. My ass was all sorts of shades of red, my body was flushed, sweaty, spent.

He pulled me close to him and kissed me. I think I trusted him at that moment more than any other. It was the point where I knew this was going to be a beautiful thing. He was willing to kiss me passionately, even looking like I was.

"Now, get out!" He urged gruffly, though with a playful twinkle in his eye. "I want you to pick up your sundress from the porch on the way out and I want you to walk home with it in your hand. On the way I want you to think about everything that happened here, everything we talked about. Be sure to always read your emails and texts. I'll be keeping up with you that way, for instructions and the like. You've awakened a tiger, here, Natalie, you'd best be prepared to back up your lustful promises. 

"I will, sir," I sniffled. "If you promise to force me to do all of them."

He nodded and watched as I made my public march of shame down the sidewalk back to my house. I read a text from him just before I went to bed.

It read: "BTW (Big tittied whore), I expect you at 8 O'clock sharp on my doorstep. Wear a robe only. Deposit it on the porch as before. You'll be serving my breakfast. Don't worry, I know you are a terrible cook. It'll already be made, you are here to serve and to do what you do best, suck cock. This is your new life, Natalie, hope you are as committed as you say. Also, my camera will be ready for some work tomorrow. I have some people who might like seeing the aftermath of that spanking in their email. Tomorrow you really do begin living your dream, hope you understand that."

I smiled to myself. "You have no idea, sir." I began to realize he just might be perfect for this. I fell asleep and had the most intense and wonderful dream.

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{End of part one of Natalie and the Neighbor- stay tuned for new chapters} 



Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 02



{Part two of "Natalie and the Neighbor." In part one I'd just begun a relationship of submission to my next door neighbor. He has taken to calling me his Big tittied whore (BTW)} 

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I awoke the next morning without having to shut off my alarm clock. That was unheard of for me. I usually could sleep through a hurricane. I knew it had to be the anticipation of a new day and new possibilities with Chet. When I sat up on the edge of the bed I was reminded of the thorough spanking he'd given me. I winced, even as I smiled. He'd bruised me quite nicely. I could see some very nice prints when I examined myself in the mirror. If that was just a first spanking I knew I had the right man for the job. He sure knew how to punish naughty sluts. Lucky me! He'd left the text with me last night saying I was to meet him at his house and serve him breakfast. Ok, it probably was more about me having to give him head but I was to be there promptly at 8 O'clock, nonetheless.

I showered excitedly and quickly. I wondered what today might bring. My pussy was glowing in anticipation. Even as complete as yesterday was with me sucking his magnificent cock, the spanking and the mental fuck of exquisite humiliation I realized he hadn't even touched my pussy. I looked forward to what might lie ahead. I found a very revealing robe, as he'd requested. I knew that per his instructions, I wouldn't have it on very long. I even enjoyed the idea that wearing one so revealing on the walk on the sidewalk to his house that other people may watch me out in public this way, walking over to a man's house to let him have his way with such a slut. There were a number of men in the houses on our street that I knew would be dying to fuck a young slut like me. I wondered if Chet was the kind of man that would make that happen. I was practically dripping by the time I reached his door. I slipped out of the robe as Chet had requested and stood there naked at his door and waited for him to allow me in.

He met me at the door with a calm, almost disinterested face as if it was the most normal thing in the world for him. I knew again that it was just part of his wonderful plan to make me feel humiliated by my own desires. He handed me a frilly apron and urged me to put it on. It did nothing to hide my bare tits and left my ass and pussy hanging out.

He saw my eyebrow raise. "It's just so you don't get grease all over you, slut, it's not supposed to cover much of your assets."

I didn't want to act like I enjoyed what he was doing to me so I shrugged and put it on like I didn't care one way or the other. However, as I was serving him the bacon and eggs he'd so expertly cooked I secretly enjoyed being basically naked for him. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, me, naked, serving him, fully clothed. It was the kind of humiliation I'd desired yet hadn't even fully imagined. It seemed for him, it was totally natural for him to find ways like this to tap into that deepest part of me. As he ate he motioned me under the table. 

I sucked on his cock while he ate. He wanted it slow. I licked his balls, I slurped on the sides of his cock, I danced my tongue over him lightly. He wanted a nice build up, I was more than happy to give it to him. He'd interrupt me now and again by making me stand up and go get him some more juice or some other thing he no doubt didn't really need at the time. I think he knew it was all making me more hungry for him, for his cock, for his cum. Finally, he let me work on him fully. I attacked his cock with my soft mouth. I let him feel everything my mouth, tongue and lips had to offer him. I wanted him to know that this feeling was his, whenever he wanted it. He showed his appreciation in grunts as he filled up my waiting mouth. I looked up at him hopefully, my eyes wide, searching for acceptance.

"Mmmm," he moaned. "Breakfast was especially good this morning," he said with a soft smile. He saw my expression of desire. "You really do like sucking cock, don't you?"

"God, yes, sir. I need it so much. I've missed it."

"Hmm," he said thoughtfully, "I'd guess so, by the intensity in which you do it and also by what you've told me before, that you have done it so often in the past."

I nodded. "Yes, sir. A lot. I hope you don't mind. I hope it doesn't turn you off knowing how much your slut has done it, how much I love it."

He chuckled softly. "Not really. Experience in this case is a wonderful thing." I beamed at that.

He had me stand up and bend over the table facing away from him. He slid his fingers up my legs softly, slowly, until they reached my pussy. I sighed as I felt them slip across my wetness.

"My goodness, slut. You are quite wet," he smirked playfully. "You really do get off on this treatment."

I sighed. How could I even deny it? 

"Have you ever sucked more than one guy off? I mean, like at a time, or in one day? I'm not sure even what I'm asking. I guess I'm asking you to describe your sluttiest oral experiences," he said, even as he began to finger my pussy.

I was panting. I hadn't had my pussy touched in too long, it was hard to focus.

"Um, yeah, of course," I groaned as his long fingers started to invade my soft folds. "In high school...and in college...." I moaned.

"Tell me about them," he urged. He knew what he was doing and making me do was driving my lust up several notches.

"Ohhhh," I said lustily, "in high school I once had a date to the prom with a guy. He was a senior, I was a junior. I really wanted to go with another guy but he wasn't old enough. You either had to be a senior or be on a date with one. So I went with the older guy. Ohhh, sir...." I moaned as his second finger slid into me and began a slow, agonizingly wonderful rhythm.

So, the senior and his friends had some booze in their car so we'd sneak out and have some now and then. I knew he was trying to get me drunk so he could take advantage but it was so transparent. As I've said before, young guys have no idea, especially about me, if he'd just taken control and asked me to do it, made me, I'd have done anything he'd asked. Anyway, I ended up sucking him off in the backseat of his car while his friends and their dates hung around the car drinking. They all knew I was giving him head, I could hear them laughing and talking about me. It's when I first heard the words, "cock sucker," and "slut" being directed at or about me. Oh god sir," I panted. That feels so good." He continued his smooth finger fucking of me while I related my story. I was bucking back into him softly to match his thrusts.

"So, that doesn't sound all that slutty," he mocked, though gently.

I grunted, "Ohhhh....sir, I'm not finished. So, I sucked the older guy off while his friends made fun of me. I remember wiping his cum off my face as I stepped out of his car right in front of his friends. They laughed at me. I realized I still had some clinging to chin. I ran off, embarrassed. But even then, I was horny. Something about it all had turned me on something fierce."

"I see," Chet said as he continued his finger play in my pussy. "The humiliation, it was present even then."

"Yesss," I groaned. He was building me towards an orgasm. I tried to delay it until I'd told him everything. I knew he'd want to hear it. "So, I ran back to the party, his cum on me and inside me. I called my other friend, the junior, the one I'd wanted to be with in the first place. He came and picked me up. I was so horny and riled up from before. I had him drive to the parking lot. The senior and his friends were still out there. I took out his cock and started sucking it. He had been begging for it for weeks, I'm sure he couldn't believe it was just this easy. He had a sports rivalry with the senior or something. I knew they didn't care for each other. As I blew him I told him to turn on the overhead light. The senior and his friends were only two cars away. That got their attention. I knew they could see him getting head. This drove him over the top and he came my mouth too. It was probably just about 15 minutes apart. I stepped out of the car. The senior and his friends saw it was me. I just walked past them with a wink and a smile, the guy's cum was still in bubbles on my lips, I didn't even wipe it. Oh god, I still remember the names they called me as I walked away. I was red with shame, but hotter than I can remember."

I stopped as his finger fucking increased. I couldn't concentrate anymore. He sensed it so he pulled out reluctantly. He asked me to continue. "That was your sluttiest oral experience?"

"Um, no, sir," I mewed. I tried backing into him to get his fingers inside me again.

"Tell me everything, and I'll consider continuing," he said with a grin.

"Ok, the college experience," I moaned softly as his fingers slid back into me. He slowed down his pace considerably though so I could talk coherently.

"There was a dorm party. By this time pretty much everyone I hung out with knew I was promiscuous, it wasn't a big secret. Most parties I was invited to I ended up with someone, even if it wasn't the one who brought me. To me, the partying, the drinking, were all just excuses for the guys to try and get laid. It was like a cover up for what they really wanted. That's why they'd try and get us drunk and play sexy games, because that's the only way they could think of to get lucky."

"Did it work?" Chet laughed, even while knowing the answer.

"Of course it did," I giggled. "But, all the preliminaries weren't necessary. Someone just needed to step up and take it and we'd have not all been so hung over the next morning."

"So what happened, slut?" Chet urged. I could feel him holding back his finger fucking. I knew he wanted to bring me off but he wanted to hear this first. He wanted to know as much as he could about his new slut.

"So, we were playing a drinking game called "five minutes in heaven," where if you lost you had to spend five minutes in the closet with the other, opposite sex loser of the game."

Chet interrupted me, "did it always have to be the opposite sex?"

I giggled, "Dirty man! Yes, the guys didn't even consider the alternative. I'm sure it's because they didn't want to spend five minutes in there with some other guy. The women probably wouldn't have had any objection to it, we were all pretty open and wild. So, I was particularly horny that night. I think I hadn't had cock in a week or two."

"Poor thing," Chet joked.

"I know, right? So, I made sure I kept losing. The first few times in the closet the guys basically just mauled me with their hands. They got my tits out, played and sucked on my nipples, fingered my pussy, that sort of thing. I played with their cocks through their pants. It was frustrating for me. I wanted it so badly but they didn't make their moves in time. Each time the five minutes was up they'd walk out, leaving me panting. As time went on though I got wise. After the first two times in the closet and all the wasted time fumbling with my bra and panties I stayed behind in the closet for a moment and removed them. I just had on a skirt and a tight top. That made it considerably easier. When I got to the closet the next time the guy had easier access to all of me. We could hear the counting down from the group outside. I whispered to the guy, "next time take your cock out right away."

I did this with the next couple guys too. Funny, no one bothered to figure out why it was me who kept losing. I think most of the other women were glad it wasn't them. So, when one of the repeat guys came back his cock was out right away when the door closed. I sucked him off like that. I barely was off my knees and swallowing his cum when the door opened. 

"Wow," Chet said appreciatively.

"Wait," I groaned, his fingers were hitting that spot again. I could've cum at any time but I was fighting it, for him.

He again slowed his pace to hear me finish. "So, for the next hour, maybe two, I repeated that same scenario. I think I might have finished three or four more of them, I can't remember, I was really drunk. Not everyone was able to cum that quickly though, but I remember walking out of the closet that last time and there was cum splattered all over my top, in my hair, on my face. The guys, of course, weren't surprised, they were all in on it. I remember the smirks of the women though. Honestly though, I think a few of them were jealous."

"Mmm," Chet moaned. "Multiple guys, I think I might have underestimated you," He said as he picked up his pace finger fucking me. 

I was lost by now, he knew it. He rubbed my clit with the tip of his thumb as he assailed me. I groaned. I came with a shriek and my whole body shuddered under his expert touch. He removed his hand slowly. I looked back, it was glistening with my lust.

He motioned me back in front of him on my knees. I looked up at him, still glowing in the orgasmic aftermath.

"So, you really dig the cock sucking thing, eh?" he mused. I nodded, he didn't let me speak though before continuing. "I'm 53 years old, you know that, right?"

I nodded again. "I don't care..." I started to protest.

He laughed and shushed me. "That's not my point. I'm 53, I can no doubt feed your cock sucking habit, but only to a point. I'm good for one, two cums a day and I certainly want more than just a blowjob for at least one of those."

I looked up at him questioningly. He smiled at me, that cocky, self assured smile that turned me on in the first place. "I'm saying....I'm going to give you everything you ask for, everything you need, but....I may need some help with this particular thing."

"Sir?" I asked with concern.

"It appears that my 53 year old cock might not be enough to satisfy your lust for cock sucking."

"Oh god, sir, don't talk like that!" I began to protest. I thought he was thinking of bailing on the whole idea. I couldn't have been more wrong.

"Hush slut, listen," he laughed. "I'm saying. I can see how turned on you get by this, how much you need to suck cock."

I agreed by shaking my head excitedly.

"So, as per your other desires which you spelled out in your initial email I may have to involve others in order to quench this degree of lust."

"Oh god," I moaned involuntarily. He was going to push it. I was scared, nervous and tingly all at the same time.

"What do you mean, sir?"

"You asked for me to control you, to force you to face all your desires. One of them was to share you with who I see fit."

I hung my head in shame. This was all happening so quickly. Yesterday it was all just a theoretical fantasy. Now, it was all rushing forward so quickly.

"Are you backing out so soon, Natalie?" He asked as he enunciated the syllables of my name in that way that weakens my knees.

"No sir," I said with a pouting lip. "What did you have in mind?"

"Truthfully, until just a few minutes ago I hadn't even though about it, but now it's so clear. I see more clearly who you are, what you need. You need cock to suck and besides mine you clearly don't have any others on the ready."

I was embarrassed by his stare, he was watching me absorbing it all. 

"I'm sure I could get cock, sir, if that's what you want."

"First," he said with sudden seriousness. "It's what you want. Let's make that clear."

I was deflated by his change of expression. I hadn't meant to upset him.

"You want to be controlled, you want to be used, you are the one who said you could never get enough of the cock sucking."

"Yes, sir," I said tearfully. I felt ashamed for changing his mood.

"No need for tears, slut," he barked. He brought my chin up with his hand to force me to look him in the eyes. "I'm not mad. I'm just telling you. I have an idea that you'll enjoy. If you'd listen for a minute you wouldn't get yourself all worked up," he chided. "Though," he mused while rubbing his chin, "maybe you need another dose of punishment...."

"No sir!" I nearly shouted. "I'm sorry, sir, please tell me your idea." I really didn't think I could stand another ass blistering spanking like the one the night before, at least not so soon. I'm sure he knew that as well, he'd already admired his handiwork on my ass. He'd inspected me well when I was serving him his meal.

"Ok, my idea, finally," he laughed at my self imposed distress. "I have a few buddies in the area. I've already mentioned you to them last night, we have a guy's night out at the local pub. I don't think any of them believed me when I told them how you approached me and what you had in mind."

I couldn't believe this, my face was burning with shame.

"Oh, you didn't want me to tell anyone?" he mocked. "Didn't you say in your letter that being exposed for what you are was one of your kinks? Didn't you mentioned being shared, exposed to others? I'm pretty sure I remember it, want me to print it out for you?"

"No, sir," I said defeatedly. "I said it. I....meant it....it's just so....sudden. I'll survive, please continue," I begged.

"That's what I thought. This is all for you, after all. So, we were out drinking, they were questioning me. So, I pulled out my iphone and showed them the video of you and your reddened ass I took as you walked home, naked, carrying your dress."

I gasped. He was a fucking sick genius at this humiliation stuff. I had no idea. I'd uncovered the perfect candidate by accident.

"What...what did they say then?" I sniffed, holding back the tears. I didn't want to appear weak to him.

"Oh, the usual. How they'd tear that ass up, how they'd love playing with those titties, how much they'd cum in a tight little cunt like yours."

I nearly fainted at his frankness, even though my pussy was a swirling eddy of juices.

He chuckled at my discomfort at his descriptions. "This is all part of your desires though, isn't it. The exposure, the discomfort, the realization that you are now on a path you can't control....that's it, isn't it, the loss of control of it all, that's what really drives you...." he said with urgency, staring as if he were searching my very soul.

I couldn't speak, I just nodded meekly. I couldn't deny it, he took his other hand and felt my pussy and its state of arousal.

"I thought so," he winked. "So, to get down to it. You need cocks to suck, I know people. I'm going to try and wear your mouth out, if it becomes too much for you, you know we have an agreement. One month, remember? After that if you want to back out and never see me or anyone that gets involved again, it's up to you."

"No, sir!" I said firmly. "Tell me what you want. I told you what I want, what I need. Just tell me what to do and I'll do your bidding."

"Tell me again," he urged. "Tell me why I should do this, why I even got the idea for this."

"It was because of me, sir. I told you that I loved sucking cocks. I told you that I couldn't get enough. You are doing this because you know who I am, what I am and are kind enough to make me do it, which is totally what I need."

"That's right. So, tonight I have one of my buddies coming over."

My face flushed again with beautiful shame.

"That's right, tonight, you'll be servicing one of my buddies with your mouth. I have more set up, but that's all you need to know for now. Be here at 7, sharp."

"What should I wear, sir?" I asked meekly.

"It doesn't matter," he said, matter-of-factly, "from now on, whenever you are in this house, you are going to be naked. Except," he said, "you wear this." He took out an old dog collar, it was frayed and worn. "It belonged to my favorite old dog, Daisy. She was the best," he said wistfully. "Do not embarrass me or shame her memory in any way or you'll never get anything from me, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I said submissively. I was just his pet now, it was fitting. "I'll be here at seven, naked, as you wish. Am I to be naked for your friend as well?"




Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 02



"Of course," he snorted. "You are to meet him at the door and be our naked hostess."

My pussy gushed at that thought. Chet nearly pushed me out the door. I nearly forgot to collect my robe which was still in a crumpled pile on his welcome mat. I knew he wanted me to walk home naked anyway. I could hear his camera whirring this time, I knew it was just more evidence for him to share with his friends. It kept me in a constant state of arousal.

I spent the rest of the time waiting for the day to go by. Chet had gone, even though he was retired from the military he still had a job of some sort consulting or something. I had the luxury of working from my home as a graphic artist so my time could be budgeted. However, with all the thoughts running through my head about my new arrangement kept me from being able to focus.

Chet sent an email to me at about 4pm. It read:

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"BTW, I just thought I'd drop you a note. Dominic (the friend who you will be servicing with your slut mouth later) and I have been communicating via texts today. Just thought I'd pass them along."

Dominic: "Wow, nice videos. Did you really spank her ass hard? Even in the video today it looks like she has some really nice bruises."

Me: "Oh yes, I told you the slut likes it hard, rough. She was a real trooper. I think she really is asking for more. I think she might need the belt."

Dominic: "Oh wow. Do you think she'd let me do that to her?"

Me: "Settle down, tiger. lol That ass is mine. I told you what I'd have her do for you, be grateful."

Dominic: "Oh, I am. My wife hasn't had any interest in me sexually for quite awhile. I'm jazzed, man, I can't wait!"

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I couldn't believe that these two men were talking about me in this way. It was driving me crazy, though. I kept reading.

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Me: "Don't worry, she'll blow your mind...as well as something else!"

Dominic: "You said you'd get pictures, is that still on?"

Me: "Yes, I told you I'd get you copies of the big tittied whore, on her knees, servicing you. Don't worry, it'll just be the slut from her head down. Your face won't be in the pictures."

Dominic: "Good, can't have my wife using that in divorce court! lol She knows I view porn, hell, she has to allow me SOME outlet. She'll never know the difference."

Me: "Yeah, well, you'd better be able to recover as quickly as you say you can cuz, man, I tell you, this whore is going to need a lot."

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Reading that made me quiver. I was shaking uncontrollably but I couldn't keep my hands off my pussy while reading it.

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Dominic: "I told you man, I'm there whenever you need me, I swear, every day if you want!"

Me: "We'll see how it goes. Like I've said, there are plenty others in line too so I can't promise anything. Tonight though, it's all yours."

Dominic: "This is so cool, man, thanks a lot!"

Me: "lol no problem. Be there at 7:30, sharp!"

Dominic: "I will! See you there."

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"So you see, slut," his email continued, "you already have your first interested helper

I smiled. I wanted to correct him. HE was my first helper. I knew better than to quibble with him, however, my ass was still smarting, and would be for days.

"Oh my god," I thought, reading and rereading the texts. "They are talking about me like such a whore. I know it's true, but wow, to see it so vividly. It was wickedly humiliating. "Plenty of others in line," he had said. Oh man, I knew I'd stumbled onto my perfect master.

At two minutes to seven I nervously paced inside my house. I was wearing a loosely tied blouse which revealed my breasts nicely. I had on short shorts which dug into my pussy obscenely. I'd decided this wasn't just for him, this was for my other neighbors. At seven O'clock many of them are usually outside in their lawns, on the street, walking theirs dogs. If Chet wanted me to walk to his house naked I'd have done it, I just knew though, that this would be better. Many of them would see me dressed like a total slut, walking to this older man's house, only to leave, who knows, maybe hours later, looking all disheveled.

I walked out like a proud slut. Sure enough, there was a number of guys out. I didn't see any of the women. I saw some of them look my way as I walked, well, sashayed really, down the sidewalk. I'd chosen my slut heels so that there'd be no question in their eyes what I was out for. Frank, the neighbor across the street, waved at me. I winked and waved back. I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my backside as I approached Chet's driveway. I took a deep breath. This was going by too quickly. I stopped. I bent over slowly and fiddled with a non-existent problem with my heel. I knew all eyes were on my behind. My cheeks were poking out from the back, the shorts couldn't cover all of it. I knew the material was wedged deep in my crack, I was sure of it. I let them ogle it for a moment. In that moment, I wished I had the courage to go with my original thought of doing it naked. There really weren't any kids around our neighborhood, that wasn't a worry.

But, I knew the risk of some woman calling the cops was too great for now. 

"Jealous bitches," I muttered under my breath. I stood back up quickly. I could feel my tits bounce freely, unrestrained from the confines of a bra. I hoped it showed as much as I wished it did. I clicked my heels loudly up Chet's driveway and marched up on his porch. He hadn't commanded me to strip and leave my clothes on his front porch this time. No doubt he was also concerned about the neighbors. For a fleeting moment I almost did it anyway, even knowing 4 or 5 pairs of leering male eyes were watching my every move. I finally decided that just showing up at Chet's house like this showed them pretty much everything they needed to know about what was going on.

Chet opened the door with a smile. He whistled loudly. "Nice choice on the attire, slut. Now, take that shit off!" He laughed. He started to reach for the door behind me. I stopped him. I had an inspiration. My guts had returned. I stood between him and the door. I stripped naked in front of him, in front of the door, with just the screen door separating me from the leering eyes. If they were looking, which I surmised they were, they'd see everything from my ass on up. I stood there in front of Chet now, naked.

He was impressed. "Ok, if you want to be seen as the neighborhood slut, I guess I shouldn't worry about it then. Fine, stand there and don't move. If you want to be a slut on display then I'll time you. Your punishment is five minutes. I'll call out to you as each minute passes. When each one does you are to turn 1/4 turn, clockwise."

I gulped. I realized I'd gotten my own slutty self into this mess. I was shaking nervously. I was still facing away from the screen for the first minute. I was going through the angles in my head. I just knew Frank could see me, if he was looking, his house was directly across from Chet's. The others, though, I wasn't quite sure would be able to see clearly. Thoughts flashed through my head about Frank. Poor man, his wife treated him like shit, he was just a big old sweet teddy bear and she belittled him and treated him like he was a nothing. I'd felt so bad for him in the past that I'd flirted and showed off my body to him at every opportunity, he never missed a chance to come over and chat with me when I wore purposely revealing outfits just for that reason. Now, I secretly hoped he was seeing my bare ass, my back and soon, even more. 

Chet barked out from the kitchen, "one minute, time to turn, slut!" 

I turned slightly. Now, my tits were clearly visible from the side. My nipples poked out embarrassingly. I wanted to turn my head and look out, but I resisted. I'd soon be facing the street next anyway. My pussy was buzzing. It was humiliating. I'd done this to myself, with Chet's help. He was quickly learning what treatment I needed from him.

"Turn," I heard him growl as he came out of the kitchen. This was even more embarrassing, he plopped down on the couch. He was going to watch me in action.

I turned towards the street. Now, my bare tits and my pussy were exposed to the street. I closed my eyes at first. I felt Chet staring and ogling me. My nipples were like rocks, I felt myself getting covered in goose bumps from the anxiousness. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I didn't see anyone at first. I was almost disappointed but then, out from behind the hedge I saw Frank's head. He was watching! He had ducked behind it no doubt to not appear to be openly leering but there he was, watching the naked slut display herself to him. 

"Good for him," I thought. "No way he'll ever see anything so firm and tight on that witch of a wife of his."

"One more minute," Chet announced. "Forget turning again, face me."

I did so. I nearly blanched at his next request.

"Bend over, touch your toes."

He saw me pleading with my eyes.

"I said, touch your toes and stay in that position. If you hesitate any longer I'll have you in front of the picture window holding that pose for the next hour!"

I quickly bent over. I could feel my cheeks open up, totally exposing me.

Chet was berating me the whole time. "So, the slut likes showing herself off to just anyone. I guess I underestimated you again. Don't worry, I learn quickly, I'll most definitely adjust from now on. If you want people to see what a slut you are, I'll make sure that they do."

"Noooo," I whined. "I just wanted this for you, I thought you'd like this."

"I do like this," he grinned. "So do you. Touch yourself, then show me your hand."

I did as he asked, while balancing myself on one hand. Sure enough, the evidence was clear. I was soaking, embarrassingly so.

"Uh huh," he smiled knowingly. "Time's up." 

He let me stand and stretch out, though he made me do that in front of the door as well. Finally, he closed the door behind me. 

"Frank must've enjoyed that," he quipped. "His eyes were bugging out of his head."

"Oh god," I whined. "He saw?"

"Of course he did, you know he did. I saw you watching him in the reflection of the door."

"I think Tom and Paul got a bit of a glance as well, though they might not be sure of what they saw. I'm sure just the way you walked in here though, they could guess correctly."

I thought, "Oh fuck, I've really done it now. I've opened the door and exposed myself as the neighborhood slut."

"Well, now, knowing your proclivity for this, I'll have to make sure they see more of you on a regular basis," he said firmly, leaving no question of his purpose.

"Oh god, sir..." I pouted.

"Oh please," he scolded. "Look at you, we've already proved you are fucking dripping, quit trying to delude yourself. You will do it, you want to do it, and you want me to make you do it."

"Yes, sir," I said meekly.

For the next 20 minutes or so he made me ready the dinner he'd prepared. We were serving his friend dinner too, it appeared.

"When Dominic arrives you are to address him as you do me. Anything other than "sir," or "master" and I'll change my mind and let him blister your ass with the belt I mentioned. Trust me, he's kind of a muscular clumsy oaf, I can't guarantee he'll be as expert at it as I."

"Yes sir! Yes sir, please, let's keep that between you and I," I pleaded.

"It's up to you," he smiled. "Also, I've told him everything he can expect from you. I, of course, haven't told you. But, in short, you are to do anything he requests, I'll be here, at least for awhile. He knows what he's going to get, you are here to serve."

I was instantly nervous. "Awhile? Aren't you going to be here the whole time, sir?" I wondered with fear.

"Eh, I'm not sure Dominic will want another guy watching him get his big cock sucked, if that's what you mean," he laughed. 

I tried to change his mind with sexual logic. "But don't you want to see your slut perform, sir? Don't you want to see your big tittied whore swallowing another guy's cum of your choosing?"

"That would certainly be a nice sight," he sighed. "I told him I'd have my camera ready to tape it all, though, I think he thinks it means that I'd set up the camera then leave while it's running, but we'll see."

I hoped upon hope that he'd stay, the sudden thought of him not being around worried me. This was a complete stranger, after all. Suddenly, a funny thought entered my head. Did he say, "his big cock?" I felt my mouth water at that thought, oh fuck, look at me!" I giggled to myself.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It was time. Chet ushered me into the living room, naked save the heels and the dog collar. He loved the heels as much as I. We both enjoyed when I kept them on throughout. I opened the door to a grinning, bear of a man. He had dark hair and his chest hair was prominent and matching. His hands were huge, he shook my hand roughly. Here I was, a tiny, naked thing, shaking hands with this complete stranger who was openly ogling me. I could sense that Chet was grinning behind me. 

Dominic was beside himself. He never took his eyes off me, even when talking with Chet. I served them dinner like that, naked as the day I was born. Chet openly caressed and toyed with my pussy with his fingers in front of Dom. It took awhile, but finally Dom mustered the courage to ask Chet if he could touch me.

"Sure, my friend. She's here to serve you tonight, as we've discussed. Feel free to explore the slut's body, it sure is sexy, isn't it?"

I blushed as Dom reached for me, Chet sternly eyed me, signaling that I should move in closer to make it easier. I sighed and moved next to Dom. His hands were all over me from that point on. Any time I was within reach his hands were on me. My tits were mauled, my nipples pulled and tweaked, my pussy prodded and poked. Chet just sat back and grinned while Dom felt up his whore. Once, when I was serving him another helping of mashed potatoes he got his thumb into my ass. I groaned. Chet made sure I didn't move away until he was satisfied that I felt how thick that meaty thumb was. It was like a warning for later.

Finally, after I put all the dishes in the dishwasher and started it up and had done all my "slut chores" as Chet called them, he called me over. I sashayed over to him provocatively.

"I think it's time, whore," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Dom, make yourself comfortable on the sofa in the living room. The slut will be out in a moment. I'll make the camera ready."

Dom nearly knocked the chair down racing out of the kitchen. 

Chet whispered to me, "is this really what you want, is this how you need to be treated?"

I whispered back, "yes, sir. You are touching every part of my psyche with all this."

"This is quite a lot, young lady," he said jokingly before turning serious again. "If you don't want this, let me know. I have a lot of friends..."

"I'll do them all, sir, if you wish," I moaned in a tiny voice which I barely heard over my other screaming thoughts and fears.

I looked out at the back of Dom's head, waiting in anticipation for me.

"I don't think I could deny him, now," I joked. "After teasing him like this," I said my hand sweeping across my nakedness.

"Not true," Chet said. "You just say the word and he's out on his ass, he knows this, he's like my little brother, he'll do anything and everything I say."

I smiled, "So will I, sir, and you said you wanted me to suck him off, so I will."

"This is really what you want," he said, this time it wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"Yes, you knew it, that's why you set this up, him, others. You have more planned don't you?" I asked excitedly.

"Yes I do, depending on how tonight goes," he said quietly.

"I'll do what I said, sir, I'll suck him off, I'll suck you off, I'll suck them off," I said with growing excitement. I won't let you down, I'll prove it to you that I am what I said I was, what you are making me become, just a cock sucking, big tittied whore for your pleasure."

"And others," he chuckled, motioning for me to go to Dom.

"Yes, and others," I giggled in embarrassment.

He stopped me before I took another step. "Crawl to him like the whore you are, crawl to him, then beg him to feed you his dick. I want to hear you, remember, if you disappoint either of us you'll feel the lash of my belt tonight."

"Mmm, sir, I'm sure he'll enjoy himself," I said as I dropped to my knees. 

Dominic really enjoyed watching my ass sway back and forth as I circled around and approached him. I made a show of it, I took my time. I let my tits slide across the carpet as I crawled.

"Damn," he muttered.

I heard Chet start his camera, he was taping my sexy crawl. I put on more of a show, letting my ass and hips go back and forth rhythmically. Chet put the camera on the table, facing the sofa.

"Is this good?" Chet asked his friend.

"Um, yeah, make sure my face isn't in it," he urged. Chet checked the viewfinder. 

"Yeah, we're good," he said as he gave his friend the thumb's up.

I was pulling Dom's pants down as they were talking. I nearly gasped out loud as his dick popped out. It was fucking thick, I could barely wrap my hand around it. Now, I dig a big cock, but more for fucking than sucking, this was going to take some work on my part. I could still feel Chet's presence as I put my mouth on it. Dom moaned with the contact. 

I was comforted at first by Chet's presence, but no sooner than that thought crossed my mind I heard Dom mutter, "Ok dude, I've got it from here," as a clear signal for Chet to exit. I sighed in resignation.

"Do you like my cock, baby?" Dom asked, his eyes closed in pleasure as my mouth wrapped around the tip. It was all I could get in my mouth at once.

"Uh huh," I mumbled, my mouth stuff with his cock. I wasn't lying, his cock was hard and full, it was beautiful, even if not perfect for sucking. It didn't matter, I was the cock sucking whore. I was the one who had to figure out how to please it with my greedy mouth. 

I was aware of the camera the whole time. I knew Chet would see this later. I wanted him to enjoy it. I did it mostly for him. I took my time, I slobbered on Dom's dick, I made slurping noises, I kissed and licked and nibbled my way all over it. I wanted it to be a very sensual experience for Chet later, sights, sounds, Dom didn't mind it at all. He was digging it.

"Oh yeah, baby, suck that cock. You suck so good. You are such a sexy cock sucker," he groaned. "Do you like sucking my dick?"

"Oh yeah," I said after I popped his dick loudly out of my mouth. "I love your fucking cock," I purred.

"MMmm," he moaned, "good, tell Chet that. Tell him that so he'll make you suck me again....and again," he begged, lost in lust.

"I will, baby," I cooed again. "I really do love sucking your cock, I want it too, I'd suck you off whenever you wanted but I don't really have a choice," I said truthfully. "It's up to Chet, if he wants me sucking your cock every fucking day then that's what I'll be doing, I'll be on my knees like this daily, sucking your big, fucking horse cock," I said before engulfing him again in my hot mouth. I was so fucking turned on. 

I was naked, sucking a strange guy's big cock, while my master, my evil, cruel, wonderful, controlling master was lurking around somewhere. I was already juiced up by the public display earlier as well as the full buildup of knowing what was going to happen. Dom was reaping the benefits of my state of horniness, I was sucking him like a madwoman. He was writhing in pleasure, I could barely keep my mouth on him.




Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 02



"Do it then," he urged as he was losing control. "Tell Chet, beg Chet, tell him you want it, tell him you want this dick in your mouth every day."

"I will," I said truthfully. I knew Chet would see this video anyway and see my excitement level.

"Plus," Dom said, opening his eyes so that he could tell me something. " I know sluts like you would want this tearing up your tight pussy, right?"

'Yes, baby," I moaned. "I'd let you wear my pussy out with that thing," I said, lost in my own lust. "Oh god," I thought, he had no idea. If this was just a random sex thing, I'd have already been on his cock, straddling him, riding him to multiple orgasms by now. A girl doesn't get girth like this every day. In truth though, it'd hurt, but it'd be a good hurt. I'd ride him till I was sore and I'd smile and wince for the next couple days, remembering what made me sore.

"I'll do whatever Chet, my sir, tells me to. Cum for me baby, let me taste your cum," I urged as I slipped my hand down to my soaking pussy. I started to fiddle with my clit which was vibrating along with the humming I was doing on his cock. We were both close. I timed it just right, just as he started to blow his load down my throat I had a wonderful orgasm. He and I crashed together like waves on the surf, my mouth rode him down and my hand did the same on my pussy. We both slumped together. I laid my face on his leg and lightly licked his balls as he recuperated.

He lifted my head lightly by my hair. He whispered to me, "Tell him, won't you? Tell him you'd love to do this to me every day."

"I will," I mewled. I wasn't lying, though I knew it was mostly sex talk for him. For me, I'd do whatever sir wanted. He knew who I was, who I wanted to be, he was making it happen.

I stood up. Chet was already in the room, shutting off the camera. He made me leave the room to put the dishes away. I could see them talking when I'd look over my shoulder occasionally. Finally, Chet called me back in.

"Tell Dom good night," he beamed. "Thank him for everything," he whispered to me.

I knew what he wanted from his slut. "Thank you for tonight, sir," I said to Dom as I knelt in front of him submissively. "Thank you for touching me, for calling me what I am, for making me suck your cock."

Dom was grinning from ear to ear like a high schooler that got lucky for the first time. "Tell him!" He urged, "tell him what I said," he said looking down at me.

I looked up at Chet. "Sir, Dom has indicated that he'd like use of your slut's mouth again....and again...." I said, my head lowered submissively.

Chet was going to make me melt in my own humiliation. "And? What did you tell him?"

"I told him that it was up to you, sir. I do what you tell me to do," I said, trying to give him the responsibility.

"What did you tell him?" Chet asked forcefully.

"Um...I told him I'd ask you..." I said with shrinking confidence that I'd done the right thing.

"You didn't tell him you'd love to? Did you or did you not say you loved sucking his cock and that you'd love to keep doing it?"

"Um, yes, I guess I did," I admitted, though I wasn't sure exactly what I was guilty of. I was pretty sure he just wanted to embarrass me by making me say it. "I told him I loved sucking his cock," I said...recalling my wording. "I told him that I'd love to suck him again...." I said, as I tried to make my memory break into the sheer state of lust my mind was in at the time.

"Is that it?" Chet said with a growl.

"I think I said that I'd suck him off whenever he wanted, if it was up to me...." I said with a shy peep. "But, I know that I said it was all up to you, sir."

Chet grinned. "That you did, good girl. "However, I think you might have mentioned something about him wearing your pussy out with that cock, or something of the sort."

I blushed a new shade of scarlet. "Oh god, sir, I forgot. Yes, I did say that," I said with fear. I didn't want a hint of disappointment in Chet, he'd been so wonderfully wicked in his use of me so far.

Dom was waiting anxiously for the conclusion of this conversation.

Chet said, "Well, there you have it, Dom. The whore says she wants to suck you off again...and apparently, often, so it will be," he said, looking at me all the while. I just nodded meekly as he spoke. "Also, at some point, she's going to have to give her pussy up to you as well. I hadn't planned it, but, as I've discovered, my big tittied whore is more than even I imagined."

Dom was beside himself with the news. Chet made me usher him out, naked and sweaty as I was, with some of Dom's cum caking on my lips and chin. Chet made us both go out on the porch. It was dark now, but the porch light illuminated me, the naked slut, my face full of the dried cum of this stranger, as he pawed me while giving me a slobbering goodnight kiss.

It seemed to last forever, I wondered if the neighbors just happened to be looking out the window. Chet made me stand there under the harsh porch light, as Dom walked to his car. Chet was standing behind me, inside, looking out the screen door. He whispered to me. "Call to him."

I looked back for instruction. "Call to him before he gets in his car, otherwise I'll send you out there as you are!" he said quickly.

"Um, Dom, Dom!" I called. I had tried to do it in a loud form of whisper but it didn't work, he didn't hear. I didn't want to have to parade out to the street naked as I was so I did what I had to do. I yelled louder. "Dom, Dom!"

He heard me, hell, anyone could've heard me. That was no doubt Chet's plan. I cringed when Chet whispered what he wanted me to say, just as loudly.

I took a deep breath. Dom said, " Yeah?" from the street. "How's Friday for you?" I asked, as Chet had desired. 

"Friday? Sure," Dom said with a delighted shock.

I finished what Chet wanted me to say, "Good, so, Friday I'll suck your cock again and if Chet wishes maybe you'll get to fuck my pussy!" My face was filled with shame, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, but god help me, I could feel my heart racing, the adrenaline flowing, and my pussy sending uncontrollable jolts to my brain and back.

"Fucking awesome," Dom yelled and he drove away. I was left there, naked, in a pool of my own humiliation. Finally, Chet let me in. I was shivering again. 

He held me close and caressed me to warm me. I was already flush with excitement, his touch was driving me to the point of madness. I was so fucking horny I'd have stayed on the porch and fucked myself to multiple orgasms with his doorknob if it was even possible.

"I do have to say, my slut, you are proving more and more surprising and wonderful with each passing moment."

"Oh god, sir, what are you doing to me?" I whined lustfully.

"I'm doing what some slut wrote she wanted done to her," he said with a satisfied smirk.

"I know," I moaned. "I just never knew it would be like this, so fucking raw, so overwhelming." It's like you have a direct link to my brain, into my consciousness.

"You can stop at any time, you know," he said firmly.

"I know," I said softly. "Well, not just any time," I remembered. "I did promise you a month to use me as you saw fit, so really, I have no say until then."

He grinned. "True. It's not written in stone though," he said earnestly.

"It is to me," I said willingly crumbling under the weight of my own submission. "In fact, do you have that email I sent you?" I asked, my purpose now clear.

"I do," he said as he shuffled me off to his computer. He brought it up on the screen. It detailed my desires, the desire for Chet to control me sexually, to use force, be rough, tie me, spank me, share me, whatever he desired. I read it aloud to him. I felt the waves of humiliation crash over me as I bared those desires aloud to him. I asked him to give me a minute. He left me alone with my thoughts. Then, at the end, I began writing the following:

"These wishes and desires are to be explored for a length of one month. In that time, Chet has complete control over Natalie sexually. Natalie has no say in the matter. For this period Chet can and will impose his sexual will over Natalie, who forfeits the ability to say no to any and all of Chet's desires. At the end of this time Natalie can back out of this contract, or, she has the option of adding time to her sexual servitude. As an addendum, because of Natalie's uncontrollable slutiness the following needs to be added to the contract. In this month Chet is to make sure that each and every male neighbor gets to see Natalie naked, either partially or totally at some point as punishment for her teasing and flashing for years. Also, as Chet has mentioned Natalie servicing his friends, before the month is over Natalie is required to have pleased each and every one of them by allowing them to cum in her in a fashion that Chet chooses." I give my express permission for this contract to be applied, Natalie." 

I called him back in. He read it and smiled. He took the keyboard and signed it under my name. "Sexual servitude," he smiled, "I like that. I intend to fulfill my end of the bargain in every way, you know," he said behind his beautiful steely blue eyes.

"I know, sir. You know what I desire."

"Well, we know two things that will happen anyway," Chet laughed. "One, you'll be fucking Dom on Friday."

"What's the other?" I wondered aloud.

"You'll be fucking me first," he growled. He made me get on my knees. He made me crawl across the floor, up the stairs, down the hall, to his bedroom. He was watching my ass the whole time. I realized that he still hadn't fucked me yet, he was about to rectify that situation.

I crawled to the bed and awaited instructions. He pushed me roughly onto the bed. I moaned in anticipation. He took out a scarf out of his closet. He tied my hands above my head to the headboard. I was face down. He propped up my hips with a pillow. He was urgent, ready. He teased me only for a minute with his cockhead, at the entrance of my pussy. He entered me slowly, but forcefully until he was buried in me fully. I let out an appreciative groan. He was filling me completely. Though his cock wasn't as thick as Dom's, it was longer, with a perfect shape which filled me completely, painlessly. I bucked back into him to urge him in. He pounded me relentlessly. He jerked my head back with my hair and made me beg for him to fuck me. His hands worked my nipples hard, I was lost in a fever. I'd wanted this for so long. I was screaming for him to abuse me. He did. He wore my pussy out that night. Over and over, he had the stamina of a marathoner, this was about wearing me out and he did so. I'd never been fucked so thoroughly, so masterfully as I was that night. I slammed back into him the best I could, I wanted to match his intensity. Occasionally, he'd slow down and let me do the fucking, he'd force me to ease back onto him, showing him how much I wanted it. I did my best to slam into him, over and over. Finally, he let go with a howl of animalistic fervor. He filled me as deeply as I've ever felt. He poured his soul into me, not just his cum. I was bawling from the intensity by the end. He collapsed on me. I was nearly hyperventilating. 

"So this is what fucking is supposed to be like," I wondered to myself as I realized it was my first time truly fucked by an expert. 

He laid next to me and caressed my flushed flesh. "I just wanted to make sure I got to feel how beautifully tight your pussy is before Dom gets to you," he laughed.

"Sir," I gasped. "Nothing Dom could ever do to me would ever match what you can do, and just did to me, trust me on that."

He smiled as only he can. "I know," he said confidently. "For him, you are just a mouth, a pussy. For you, he's just a cock, a tool you can use. For us, though, we have our minds together. It's much more powerful."

I nodded. He was masterful and he knew it, he had me however he wanted.

"Can I stay here tonight?" I begged.

"Absolutely," he smiled softly. "Makes it easier for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? What's tomorrow?" I asked, already excited and fearful for the answer I knew was coming.

"For your daily use," he said wickedly. "I have a business friend of mine who is in town. I told him to stop by in the morning. He doesn't have much time so I just said I have a slut who'll be waiting for you at the door. He'll just come inside and you'll suck him off and he'll be on his way."

"Oh god, sir," I moaned. "Are you going to make me suck off all your friends everyday from now on?"

"I told you I have a lot of friends," he joked. "Plus, we only have a month, there are going to be many times you'll be doing more than one."

"And, I didn't say it would only be my friends. I think there's some humiliation value to having you suck complete strangers off too, but that'll take some thought on my part, though," he said ominously. "Though, I really need to step it up quickly, I do have only about 28 days left," he chuckled.

"Oh god, sir, you're going to have me swimming in cum," I whined, though unconvincingly.

"Just like you like it," he laughed. 

He left me like that all night, tied to his headboard as he spooned up against me. He told me I shouldn't get used to it, that he should have me sleeping on the rug next to the bed like he did with his dog Daisy, I was wearing her collar after all.

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{End of part two of, "Natalie and the Neighbor" stay tuned for further chapters}



Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 03



{This is part three of "Natalie and the Neighbor." I'd begun my "contractual use" by Chet, my neighbor}

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I awoke still tied to Chet's bed the next morning. I hadn't slept so soundly in years, no doubt the thorough and wonderful fucking this beautiful man gave me, satisfied me to the core.

He was standing in the doorway, watching me. "You have work to do," he growled. He untied me and let me go to the bathroom and let me wipe myself down with a washcloth quickly. I knew what I was in a hurry for. He ushered me downstairs, naked and still reeking of his and Dom's cum from last night. There was a man standing in his doorway impatiently, looking at his watch.

Chet shoved me towards him. "Here's the whore," he said as I tripped and fell to my knees in front of the stranger. 

"Perfect," the man said somewhat sarcastically. "Couldn't you have at least cleaned the slut up first?"

Chet laughed. "You want your dick sucked or not? You won't regret it."

The man didn't argue, he was already unzipping his jeans. The door was still open behind him, the light of day was spilling in. I didn't doubt that no one could see me, the way I was positioned, but, just the thought that here I was again, in front of the door while the world swirled on by just outside made my pussy tingle. I took his cock in my mouth. He was short, thin. It was the total opposite of Chet and Dom's cocks, like a mini-me cock. I didn't chance laughing at him though. Short cocks deserve love too. Plus, they are much easier to suck. I gave him a noisy blowjob and he degraded me as I did.

"Yeah, that's it, whore, suck that cock. You don't even know me, yet here you are sucking my cock ten seconds after meeting me, what does that say about you?"

I pulled my mouth off of him. "Um, that I like sucking cocks, sir?" I said, my voice feigning sweetness.

He laughed at that. "I guess it does. Suck that cock then, you sexy cock sucker."

I sucked him quickly, he was no match for my skills. I wore him down in a few short minutes. He spurted his cum in me and I had no trouble swallowing it all, his load matched the size of his dick. Still, I wobbled to my knees and thanked him.

"Thank you, sir, for your cum," I burped.

He was ready to bolt, he didn't want to stick around for the chit chat. He called to Chet. Chet poked his head in. "Done already?" He chuckled as he secretly winked at me.

The man said defensively, "well yeah, I'm in a hurry you know, big presentation."

"Uh huh," Chet said. "See you later then!"

"Yep," the man huffed. He headed out the door and got in his car. He waited for something. I should've known it was another of Chet's wonderful humiliations for me.

"Oh, go out and ask the man if he has what I asked for," Chet said coolly.

I looked at him as if to say, "like this?" But I knew better. Naked, of course. I walked out without further hesitation. I didn't see anyone outside in the neighborhood but I knew they still had windows. I walked to the driver's door, his window was open.

"Yes, slut, what is it?" He asked, his voice a high, nasally whine.

"Chet wants to know if you have something for him," I said, as instructed.

"Oh, right, sorry. I forgot." He reached into his wallet and pulled out a five dollar bill and handed it to me. "Next time, if you can get yourself cleaned up first and do a better job, I might give you double," he said cruelly.

He drove off, leaving me naked in the driveway, holding a five dollar bill I'd earned for sucking him off. Chet couldn't even look at me when I came back inside probably for fear of busting out laughing at the look on my face.

"Can't believe one of your friends is such a jerk," I whined.

Chet laughed. "He's not a friend of mine, he's just someone I met the other day and we got to talking. I told you, it's not just my friends you'll have to please."

"Oh god, sir," I said, my face crimson. Just seeing him standing there though, made me want to jump his cock. His mind was so fucking sexy, what he was doing to me, what he was making me feel, making me face, was intoxicating.

Chet looked outside. "Did anyone in the neighborhood see you?"

"I don't think so," I said. I realized it sounded as if I was dejected by it. Maybe I was.

"Well, per our new addendum to our contract I have to make sure. The wording was clear. "Each and every male neighbor gets to see Natalie partially or totally naked," he said, quoting my writing. "You need to be more sure about these things," he warned. "Take your time when you are in situations like that, look around. We have to know each and every person that sees you. We only have less than a month now to do it."

I nodded. "I'll do what I can, sir, I just need the ok from you."

"You have the ok from me already," Chet said. "When given a chance, any chance for a neighbor to see you, you are to let him, then report back so we can cross him off the list. You sound like you have something in mind."

"Well actually, I do, sir. Jeff, the guy in the house on the other side has been outside working on installing a tool shed. He most definitely looks over my way when I'm out there too."

"Of course he looks," Chet joked. "You are always out there wearing teeny tiny bikinis."

"I think he'll be out there today, sir. He has the week off. Do you want him to see your slut naked today?"

"Yes," Chet sighed appreciatively. "How are you going to make it happen? I like being in on it all."

"I know you do, sir. Don't worry, this is all inspired by you. It's you I'm doing it all for. I'd never consider it if it wasn't for our new arrangement. Well, I was thinking of going out there like I normally do and tan."

"And?" Chet asked excitedly. I could see he was starting to get excited by the whole idea.

"I usually lay on my patio and put on my ipod and then untie the back straps of my top. This won't do for today though. We both want me naked, and with enough time for him to ogle and enjoy it all, is that right, sir?"

Chet said, "I count 7 male adult neighbors. We need to get this ball rolling right away. I have an idea. I've seen where he's been working in his yard. There's a row of bushes at your fence right there." I nodded. "I can see that they are really kind of sparse. Lots of gaps to look through."

Again, I nodded. My pussy was tingling again in anticipation. 

"Ok, here's what you do. Wear your most revealing bikini."

I said, "Ok, I have that white one where the top barely covers my nipples and the bottom is just a teeny thong."

"Perfect. Wait until he's out there, then, go make a show of prancing around like that. Make sure you act like you aren't aware he's looking or, if he waves or something, just smile and wave and keep doing what you are doing. I like the ipod idea, that way he won't try and talk to you."

"Ok, sir, then what? How am I going to explain getting naked in front of him?"

"Bring your lawn chair and position it between the bushes so that there's at least an alley or two of vision for him. I'm thinking of him for this too, he'll want to ogle you, but with the safety of some brush cover he can do it without as much fear of getting caught."

"I see," I said with a blush, "you really are an evil genius, sir."

"So, once you lay down, and your ipod is over your ears you can undo your top like you said. You'll basically be naked, except for the tiny thong between your cheeks. Make sure you pull that all the way up into your crack too. Let him see all of you. You don't really have to have the ipod on, in fact, if you want to hear what he's doing, just keep it off. It just has to look like you are listening to it and unaware of what he's doing."

"Mmm, sir, you really do get off on showing off your big tittied whore, don't you," I gushed in excitement. "Still, shouldn't he get to see all of me, I'm not really going to be totally naked," I said. I realized I was whining. I wanted it. I wanted to be shown off naked to this guy.

"Just do it," Chet smiled. "Partial/total, it's all within the rules, plus, you never know what might happen."

"Yes, sir," I groaned as I stomped my foot like a petulant two year old. He was making me want it. I wanted all of it.

I waited for Jeff to begin his afternoon work on his shed before I went outside in my white bikini. It was obscene, really. It's not an outfit meant for public consumption. It was perfect. I just had on my sandals, my sunglasses (to hide where I might be looking) and my bikini. I really overdid the lipstick too, just to give me that sexy, pouty look. I had the ipod in my ears without the sound on. I pulled my chair around the yard as if to find the perfect spot. I knew Jeff was looking, I could see movement out of the corner of my eye. I found the spot. Just as Chet said there were breaks in the bushes between where I had positioned the chair and the shed that Jeff was working on. It was a very hot day, which was perfect for this. Jeff was shirtless and sweating and I was sweating in a heat of my own making.

I laid face down on my lounger and acted like I was fumbling with the ipod. After a few minutes I undid the straps of the bikini top. I also wedged the thong up between my cheeks carefully, so as to not be too obvious. I could hear Jeff's hammering and nailing slow down, then stop. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him moving about. I began to wish I'd turned the chair more so I could see what he was up to better. I was satisfied he was getting a show though. Suddenly, I heard it. Click, click click! He was taking pictures of me with his cell phone! This was unexpected. It excited me more, though. I heard the camera over and over, from different angles, he was moving around to get the best angles. I made sure I shifted slightly to accent my behind for him. After awhile, I bent one leg outward. There was just a strand of tiny material now to protect my pussy and ass from view. I heard him take more pictures of that.

"You never know what might happen," Chet had said. All of a sudden, it hit me! I had an idea, it was an awesome stroke of inspiration. Jeff was against the fence. I stood up instantly and approached him. I was holding my tits and bra loosely, cradling them in my arms.

He stepped back in shock. I was at the fence, I gave him my best pretend angry face. "Taking pictures of me, Jeff?"

He just stood there with a dumb look on his face. I was fastening my bra as I chided him. "What are you, like 12 years old?" I said sternly.

He couldn't speak, he was in shock. He was mumbling and mouthing apologies but nothing was coming out. "Give it to me," I barked. He handed me the camera. I didn't expect that. He was a grown man, why would he give in so easily? Oh well, I thought quickly on my feet. I scrolled through the pictures. "Uh huh, taking pictures of your neighbor out sunning in her backyard, nice," I said sarcastically.

Finally, it came out. He began babbling, "I'm sorry, look, it's just that....you were there.....so close....and looking incredible....I'm sorry, I didn't even know you'd be out here, I'm sorry!"

I knew I had him. "You think I look incredible?" I said, batting my eyes.

"Fuck," he sighed. "Totally awesome."

"Wow, I'm not so mad now," I giggled. "What are you going to do with these pictures?" I teased.

"Nothing, I'll delete them, honest!" He said. I looked at the picture of me with my leg crooked open. You could see some of my pussy lips exposed, just as I'd wished. He'd taken a close up. 

"Look at this one," I said. He came closer, warily. He saw what I'd seen. He blushed.

"You planned on jerking off to these later or something gross?" I teased again.

He shook his head no, but we both knew he was lying. I had the camera, I had the opportunity, I had the power. I took it.

"Listen," I said, steeled to what I was going to do. I get it, you are a man, I'm a woman. I'm glad you think I'm hot." He nodded vigorously. I was standing at his fence, barely dressed. I was in between the bushes, completely hidden from anyone but him. I knew Chet would enjoy what I was about to do for Jeff.

"I don't really care about the pictures," I said. I handed him back his camera. "Since you think I'm hot and all," I blushed. I didn't want to lose my opportunity though so I pounced. "You pretty much can see everything I have in those pictures, but not everything," I said flirtatiously. I popped open my top and let it fall. Jeff gasped. I opened my arms and let them spill out for his gaze. His mouth was agape. 

"Take some pictures of my tits," I urged. "Let me see what they look like." I posed for shot after shot for him with my tits at all angles and poses. We both looked at the pictures like we were dirty teenagers with our first playboy. We both pointed out the ones we liked best. I was practically dripping by now. I then took it all the way. I stepped out of my thong. I was naked in front of him. "Tell me how you want me, Jeff, I'll pose anyway you want me to," I said, drowning in my own lust. He had me bend, stretch, roll on the ground, everything he could think of with me like that, naked and willing. He focused on my sexy ass, he took many of it exposed and open to him. He was taking charge, barking out orders, I was following as is my nature. He had me spread my legs for him, exposing my glistening pussy. He took more pictures of that. Finally, his memory card was nearly full. I could see his cock tenting out his shorts. I giggled. "Did I do that?" I teased. 

"Of course," he groaned. "You've got me so fucking worked up," he moaned. 

I walked away from Jeff, leaving him with that thought. I didn't even bother picking up my bikini. I walked into Chet's yard through the back gate, still naked. Chet met me at the back door.

"I guess I don't need to ask how it went," he laughed. "But let me hear it anyway."

I told him about how I "caught" Jeff taking pictures and how I ended up posing for him, naked.

"I'll bet he dug that," Chet grinned.

I told him how I'd left him, with his cock nearly poking out of his shorts as I bounced my ass for him on my walk over here.

"Interesting," Chet said smoothly as he stroked the stubble on his chin.

"Why is that, sir? I can see your brain working, what are you thinking of?" I asked with nervous anticipation.

"Do you think he was hoping for more?" Chet asked, already knowing the answer. He just wanted me to have to say it out loud.

"Yes, sir. I'm sure he wanted a piece of your slut, any piece. He was ogling all of it."

"I have an idea," Chet said. "Go back to him. I see he's still in the backyard, he's been looking for you since you walked away from him. Then I want you to tell him something."

"Tell him what, exactly?" I asked.

"Tell him that you'll suck his cock in your backyard each and every time he wants, until you've earned back all your pictures. Tell him to send each one to me, as you earn them."

"Oh god, sir," I moaned.

"Oh, so this part is embarrassing, telling him about me, not you sucking cocks of everyone that comes to my house or parading around in your own backyard so that neighbors can see..." he said with a bit of terseness.

"Ok ok, sir," I said with an embarrassed smile.

I headed back to Jeff. I was still naked. He saw me approaching. He had a worried look.

"Nat, you can't just parade around like that," he begged, looking at the windows of his house.

He was still looking at the pictures on his phone. I made him show me. He was apologizing even as we were enjoying the pictures. I told him not to worry about it, I wouldn't tell his wife. He seemed relieved by that. He asked me what he should do with the pictures. I told him Chet's idea, acting as though I'd thought of it myself.

"Well, if I were a man," I mused, "and I had some willing, naked slut next door, and I had pictures of her like this...well if it were me I'd make her earn them back, some way," I winked. I told him the deal. "I'll suck your cock for each picture...and you have to send it to Chet, next door."

He looked at me with a shocked look. 

I said, "what? He's my master. He knows everything about me. It's all his idea in the first place."

"And he's ok with me using your mouth like this?"

I grinned, "He's more than ok with it, he insists that I earn each and every picture back, one at a time. Don't worry, I'll be discreet from now on. You just wave me over when you are ready and I'll kneel for you and swallow your cum. One cum for each picture. "

"Oh man, are you serious?" He said, wide eyed. 

"Absolutely. I can't have anyone else seeing those can I?" I said, batting my eyelashes at him.

"My goodness," he huffed. "There's like 25 of them."

"I know," I sighed wistfully. "Plus, I have to do it all within the next month."

He looked at me hopefully and said, "I can usually cum a couple times a day..." he said, hoping for the best.

"Men," I chuckled to myself. You have to love their enthusiasm.

"I have one last idea," I whispered. "Keep your camera ready, don't waste any pictures, you'll have to be ready," I warned. I made him come around the fence. I knelt in front of him like I'd been growing accustomed to. I sucked on him. Naked, in my own backyard so some neighbor could paint my face with his cum, it was so fucking wicked. He started to cum and I began jerking his cock with my hand. "Now, Jeff," cried, "Now!" I urged as his spurts began shooting at my face, my mouth, over my lips. "Click, click, click," went the camera as he came in gobs all over my face. I stood up, still squeezing his dick. Cum made it nearly impossible for me to open my eyes fully. "Take one more, Jeff." I said. "Take it so you can see what I look like fully covered in your sperm." He did. It ended up really hot. 

"Make sure you send one of those pictures to Chet today, after all, I earned one back, right?"

He grinned, "right! Though, now I have about 28 pictures...." he said with hope. I just grabbed the camera from him and deleted three of the tamer ones.

"Ok, 25, send the first one to Chet, your choice, then, just wave me over when I'm outside and be ready, between the bushes here is the best secluded spot." I turned and left him like that.

"Damn," was all he could say as I walked away, bouncing my beautiful ass cheeks delightfully for him. I was now on the hook to another man, it was all like a lurid dream, all coming true.

*

{End of Part three of "Natalie and the Neighbor" stay tuned for further chapters of her submission to Chet} 



Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 04



{This is part four of, "Natalie and the Neighbor". Read the previous chapters first, to make sense of any of it}



I'd just sucked off Jeff, one of my neighbors after he had taken some nude pictures of me. We worked out kind of a "blackmail" deal where I have to suck him for each picture and he'll delete the pictures one by one. Before he does so, he'll send a copy of each to Chet. Chet is the neighbor who controls me sexually, we made up a "contract" for my sexual servitude for one month.

I walked back to Chet's back porch nude. I just carried my teeny bikini loosely in my hand. I told him everything that had happened. I'd kept what was left of Jeff's cum on my face so he could see how slutty I'd been.

He was impressed. "Natalie, you continue to amaze me. You have been really committed to all of this."

"I really am, sir!" I said, my head lowered in embarrassment. "It's all because of you," I gushed. "Like this thing with Jeff...sure I'm sure I've fantasized about him or other neighbors before but I'd never have even considered anything...like this, if it wasn't for you spurring me on."

"You've sucked on, what, 4 new cocks now in just a few days of our agreement? He asked rhetorically. "All new guys, all the first time you had the chance," he added.

"Not much different from my dating life, sir," I giggled. "I mean, I can't remember the last time I dated someone, even if it was the first date, where I didn't take their cum in my mouth at least."

"Yes, it's becoming quite clear that you weren't exaggerating your love of sucking cock."

"It's not all I enjoy, sir, but yes, anytime, anywhere as far as I'm concerned when it comes to that," I blushed under his gaze.

"Yes, there is so much more to our contract than that. I just want to make sure I stay ahead of the curve, though."

"So far, so good, sir. I still can't believe you made me suck off that stranger at the door. I thought he was one of your friends!" I protested.

"Does it really even matter?" Chet asked seriously. "This is about you, your need to be used, humiliated, degraded, forced....all of it, is for you."

"Yessss," I moaned. "This experience so far has been deeper than even my fantasies could imagine. I'd never have had the guts to show off to my neighbors, like when I walk to your house, or let Jeff see me naked and then suck him off. I'd never have done any of what I've done if I hadn't seen it all within you to make it happen. And, this is just the beginning, we have more than 3 weeks left. There's so much more I've asked you for."

"Yes," he mused. "I've been thinking about all of it. Trust me, I haven't forgotten a single thing. It's all been happening so quickly, you'll just have to be as patient as you can."

"Oh god, sir," I groaned. "I'm definitely not the patient type," I said with a shameful smile.

"Well, I have a lot of ideas, and, a lot of friends, as I've mentioned before," He laughed. "However, some of it you'll need to do on your own. You'll have to find your own time to fulfill all of Jeff's blackmail needs, for example."

"Yes," I giggled nervously. "I kind of went overboard on that one. 25 times, wow."

"You did as I asked, is all," Chet said softly. "If you think it interferes with what we are doing I can always make alterations."

"No, sir!" I said strongly. "This is what I've done. I got myself into all of this, I approached you. It was your idea to let him blackmail me so it's up to me to fulfill your request. I have every intention of doing it, even if it means being on my knees once, hell, twice a day in my backyard for him."

"I just don't want it to interfere with other ideas I have," he said.

"It won't!" I begged. "All I'll need is a little time per day. That's it."

"I need you to be ready to use some of those skills in other ways, with other people," he said.

"I will! Trust me, I'll do whatever I need to do to get it all done. You've awoken something in me, or at least, you've discovered the depth of it. I was just a horny woman with a fantasy before. I had no idea what I, or you, were capable of. I think I'm still just finding out."

He smiled. "I think you were well on the way, even before I came along."

"Not to be disrespectful, sir, but that's not true. I was promiscuous, maybe. I've had sex with a lot of guys, and, like I said, often on the first dates. You've heard about a couple experiences from high school and college where orally I've had more than one in a day. But sir," I said, my knees weakening, "this is all a totally new world for me. Alone, I could never have the guts nor the inspiration for any of this. Why do think I've never flashed or showed off to the neighbors before, even if I fantasized about it? Why do you think I've never done anything like that? Why do you think I've never submitted myself to anyone before? It's because of you, sir. You caused these things in me. These are all your ideas, mixed with my darkest desires. I may have been slutty before, but this is a world in which you created. I had these tendencies, but you have the power and the creativity to make it real."

"I hope you aren't blaming me for this," he said, only half joking.

"No, sir. That's just it. It's all because of you that I find myself lost in all this. I can't tell you how aroused I stay all day. I can't tell you the fear and the anxiety I get thinking about what you may have me do. Yet, I stay wet for it all, sir. You've freed me, in a way. Before, common sense, dignity, shame, all those things kept me from experiencing what is so obviously deep within me. With your control, I no longer have the ability to stop it. You are forcing me, making me, and we're both finding how natural it is for me. I'd have never experienced any of it, without you....can I tell you something, sir?" I asked softly.

"Of course, tell me anything, you should know me that well by now," he said.

"I've been so overwhelmed and shocked by all this, sir, I've been having some of the wildest, most vivid dreams ever."

"Oh?" He wondered.

"Yes, I mean totally bizarre, off the wall, but I wake up shaking from the intensity of it. It's about me....sir, of course."

He looked on as I stood there in his backyard. I was still naked, as if it was totally natural for me to be so in front of him. My face still had the remnants of Jeff's cum on me as I spoke. It was so wild, yet so totally fitting with my, with our, new lifestyle. Finally, he let me come inside his house so I could tell my story.

"I'm naked in the story, of course, sir," I said, darting my eyes away from him as he grinned.

"Of course," he chuckled.

"I'm in Alaska, or at least that's where I imagine it. I'm naked, and I'm shackled in the snow to a weird dog sled. It's just me, though, I'm tied to the sled with ropes. A man is on the sled with the reins. He has a whip in his hand. I'm pulling the sled, crawling along as he whips me and spurs me on. I remember that I'm sweating profusely, I'm thinking, even in the dream, that this is crazy, but across the snow fields we go, with him in tow. I'm pretty sure the man is you, sir, but I can't see the face, his face is hidden behind a parka. I can feel the pain vividly, sir. I can feel the lash of the whip on my ass, on my sides, even...." I blushed, "on the sides of my tits, which are swaying back and forth as I drive the sled on. The cold is biting, sharp but I also feel the heat from the whip, and the exertion. I'm so fucking tired, so thirsty, so once in awhile, he stops the sled. He forces me to suck his cock. His cum is like water to me. I drink it all down. We go on and on, sometimes, when we stop, there are other men along the way. I drink them down as well. It helps keep me alive but it never really quenches my thirst. It's always there, like a constant hunger. I remember at some stops, he shelters me, comforts me, even after the other men "feed" me but then I find myself back on the snow, racing across as his whip drives me. I realize he's steering me in the exact direction I want to go."

"Wow," Chet said. "That is fucking strange."

"I know, sir. But don't you see? It's me....and you."

He nodded. "Hard to deny such a vivid metaphor," he grinned.

"But the thing is, sir...as he, er, you, is driving me...my pussy is wet, it almost feels like I'm peeing myself, but I know what it is, and it shames me, even as I struggle to withstand the whip. I have never, ever had a dream like that and, it's recurring. The whip, the reins, the "stops," I always wake up shivering, scared, and constantly aroused, sir."

"You see me as a cruel, whip wielding master?" He asked.

"You are him, sir. In spirit, anyway. I awake from the dream, and others, scared to death about what I've done, what I'm doing, yet the call of your power, you control, tempts me back. I'm frightened, sir. But like I said, I'm relieved of carrying the baggage of it. I can't control it, I can't stop it, so in that way, I'm relieved of its burden."

"Ok, I'm giving you tonight off," he said. "I think you need time to process all this. We've done a number of things in such a short time. Take a few days, think about things. It might help recharge both of us. We both could use a break."

"We only have 30 days," I reminded him, embarrassed by my neediness.

"True, but I think a break might do us good, give me time to think as well," he said.

"Oh, sir. I'm so sorry, I've only thought about me in all this," I said tearfully. "Are you regretting this? Are you regretting getting involved with someone so perverted and fucked up as me?" I said, fearing the look on his face to be disapproval.

"I didn't say that, it's just that it's been a lot for both of us. It's Monday. I'll contact you on Thursday, we'll see where we're at." 

With that he ushered me out his back door, still naked. I walked home with a new fear in me. I wondered if I'd scared him off. A whole new level of anxiety swept over me in those lonely days. My dogsled dream returned, albeit in pieces. Now, I found myself being driven again, but at the stops someone new, more terrifying would take his place, each more brutal and cruel than the others. I was no longer excited as I was driven, it was fear, pain, and loss. The constant thought of my original "driver" had me sobbing, even between the fall of the whip. Each time I'd wake up in a panic, only to remember it was just a dream, only then to remember that I was again alone and I'd wonder what Chet was doing, what he was thinking.

I passed the time away from Chet by working constantly. I do a lot of graphic design on computer and I mostly never left my desk, save the once a day I wandered into the backyard when I heard Jeff outside. I took care of him as I'd promised. I'd only speak to remind him to send the picture(s) to Chet and then to delete them from his camera. I could taste his cum the rest of the day. I left some on my face to remind me, so I could feel it, smell it. In a small way it kept me close to Chet.

It took forever for Thursday to roll around. I avoided touching myself, even after waking from some erotic dreams because I wanted to be ready, and at my horniest, in case Chet needed me for anything.

I finally got a text in the afternoon.

"Be over at 7pm. Dress like you normally would to go to a bar and dancing."

"So, you mean slutty," I joked to myself. "Because that's how I'd normally dress."

I could almost hear him laughing at my joke.

Chet texted again:

"I got two pictures of a cock sucking slut this week. We'll talk about that."

I was in a constant state of arousal and fear. All the cock sucking I had been doing was making me horny, it only increased my desires, my pussy needed just as much attention.

When it was time to dress. I chose a very low cut, lacy white top. I tied the waist into a knot and tied it up, allowing my belly to be exposed. I chose a short, clingy black skirt to go with it. I tied my hair up in a pony tail. I chose some red lipstick. I looked like a college slut, there should be no question what I was advertising for. I complemented the outfit with a pair of black heels. I made my way to Chet's, slowly, so that any neighbor might be able to see my slut march. I wanted to knock Chet's socks off.

Chet whistled when he saw me. "You look good enough to eat...which reminds me I really need to do that to you tonight."

I felt myself getting creamy. He pulled my head back by my hair roughly and kissed me deeply. "Fuck," he panted. "I could take you right here, right now."

"Why don't you?" I gasped.

"Because I need to save you for later," he laughed. "Bend over," he suddenly commanded. I did so. He lifted my skirt and yanked the frilly panties I had off of me. He swatted my ass hard on each cheek. A surge shot through me. I couldn't help myself. I actually seemed to prefer his cruel, harsh side.

"No panties, ever, unless I say otherwise," he barked. He reached inside my top just to make sure I was braless. I was.

"Good, it saves me from ripping that off you as well. I don't want any obstructions to you tonight," he said gruffly. "I'd blister that ass with my belt for even thinking of putting on panties but I don't want it all red and sore before we even begin."

I felt my pussy gush at that thought. "I'm not fucking Dominic tonight am I?" I asked in a voice that made it sound like I was hopeful.

"Of course not, that's Friday, tomorrow, you know that. Tonight, it's just something for me. Just a test and a chance for me to actually see you in your element. I want to see how you perform in a natural state. We're going out to Paddy's."

My head was spinning. I'd feared the worst. "Sir, you aren't unhappy with me? You acted though you were the other day."

"What?" He asked, somewhat incredulously. "Are you kidding? Why? Because I gave you a break? Tell me the truth, you are even hornier now than usual, correct?"

I blushed. He commanded, "don't make me check."

"I am, I am," I said wildly.

"You lack vision," he grinned. "This is a work of art, not something we should rush, or blunder into. I wanted rest to reinvigorate you, and I see by your dress and your manner, that it has."

I was so relieved until I remembered what he'd said about Paddy's.

Paddy's was a local bar/restaurant that has a lot of regulars, many from our area. I'd been there often, probably too often, and as I've indicated before, there weren't many nights when someone I was with didn't get lucky. I wondered what he had in mind.

We drove in silence, which just added to my arousal. I think he knew the humiliation is greater not knowing what I'd be expected to do. We arrived in the parking lot. He leaned over to me. "Go inside, have a seat at the bar. Do what comes naturally."

"But, sir," I protested. What does that mean? Do you want me to go in there and pick someone up or something?"

"I'm going to be in there in a few minutes. Do what you normally do, if you were out by yourself. That's your instruction. Do what you normally would do. I'm going to be in a corner watching you. If anything happens where you feel you need approval or instruction you can text me. Now go, one last thing," he paused for maximum effect, "you are not allowed to deny any advances."

"What?" I asked, my eyes wide.

"So you'll have to choose carefully," he warned. "If a guy puts his hand on your leg you have to let him, if he touches you, anywhere, you have to let him. If he asks to buy you a drink you let him. If he asks you to sit with him, you have to. If he asks you outside...."

I sighed deeply, "I know, I let him. But you'll be around, watching?"

"What I can, yes. Most of this is for me, slut, I really am intrigued by your promiscuity, I wanted to see for myself tonight."

"I understand, sir. I hope it's good for you." I could almost feel the whip from the dogsled musher as I walked into the bar, my nipples already hardened from the situation as well as the air.

I sat at the bar, at the end. I figured I could control it a bit better if I didn't have to fend off advances from both sides. The bartender, Al, brought me some fruity vodka drink he knows I like. Al is an older man, probably in his 60s, He's the owner, I knew he liked me. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I wasn't to deny his advances either and it wasn't out of the question, either, he'd flirted with me plenty of times before. Luckily, a businessman type sat next to me and started chatting me up. 

I was aware of how I was sitting, I had to be careful, the skirt was so short I had to sit perfectly or I'd be giving the bar a show. I think Chas, the business guy, was still enjoying the show of leg he was getting anyway. He also wasn't subtle in looking down my top. There was plenty for him there to see.

I looked around and finally I saw Chet, sitting by himself in the corner. He was laughing and talking to the cute, Goth waitress and I found myself kind of jealous. I realized I wanted his power, his confidence, his mastery, all for myself. I'm sure he'd get a kick out of hearing me admit that.

I had my own issues, though. Chas was starting to get handsy, my legs were nearly shoved into him as it was, the stools were so close together. I tried to stifle the sigh when I felt his strong hand brush over my thigh before settling on my knee. Since I wasn't allowed to restrict him, he took that as a sign it was ok. He began subtly stroking my leg, up and down, an inch or so from my knee up to the hem of the skirt (which was precariously close to the bottom of my pussy). I could feel myself getting wet. 

"Do you like that?" He asked in a whisper.

I could only gasp, "Uh huh," while his fingers traced lightly up my inner thigh. Ten minutes in the bar and some strange guy's fingers were inches from my bare pussy. I couldn't see Chet but I'm sure he could feel my arousal, even from where he was sitting.

"If we weren't in a crowded bar I'd like to touch more," he said, his lust evident. "Would you like that?" He whispered softly in my ear. 

"Yesss," I hissed as his fingers again brushed so close to my now humming pussy.

I wondered if Chet wanted me to take this guy home, or take him outside. The days between sex for me had been reinvigorating, all right, I felt like I wanted him, or anyone, to just take me, right there, on the floor of the bar.

Other guys were now at the bar there were only a few spaces left but Chas was between me and all of them. I got a text from Chet:

"Please move to the middle of the bar which will allow more attention," it said. .

"Fuck," he knew I was turned on. He knew the guy was close to asking for what he wanted, so close to making me do whatever he asked. Chet was just mind fucking me.

Chas still had his hand on my leg but I made up an excuse that I was too close to the air conditioning and I moved away from him, very reluctantly. I found a spot between two guys, one had his back turned. The other guy immediately started hitting on me, which was no shock, especially how I was dressed. Suddenly, the other guy turned around. It was Rick. He was a former hookup of mine. We'd met at this bar. I'd let him fuck me the first night he took me home. I never let him have any after, he bugged me for months. I saw Chas turn away from me in dejection. I felt bad for him. I thought I was going to have to do something with him. I actually felt guilty.

"This is just great," I whined to myself when Rick saw me. Rick took over the conversation from the other guy, who basically gave up and turned his chair in the opposite direction.

Rick asked where I'd been, what I'd been doing, how I was, and I had to answer it all. Normally I'd have coldly blown him off but I figured that wasn't allowed tonight.

I got another text from Chet, "Someone you already know? Interesting. I see he's reluctant to touch you for some reason. Encourage it, put your hand on him, see if he takes the hint."




Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 04



I groaned. He was going to make me do this. I have to admit that in my state of humiliated arousal that having a young guy like Rick, who has a nice cock, to take some of the edge off wasn't really all that bad an idea. I began to flirt openly. I remembered what Chet had said, "do what you normally would do," so I did. Normally I'd be out to get laid and I'd flirt and allow whatever I needed to make that happen. I touched his arm as we talked, I laughed at his jokes, I turned towards him in a way that would allow him better visual access to my cleavage. Finally, he got the hint, his hand found my leg. He had been drinking awhile, he was much bolder now than Chas was. His hands were working my legs, all above my knees. When he'd reach the top, just below the skirt line the back of his hand would "accidentally" bump into my pussy, through the material. This happened over and over. It was making me even hotter. Once, when he was at the top again I held his hand firmly against my pussy and I ground into his hand. At the same time my other hand squeezed his hardened cock through his jeans.

I got another text: "Is this what you normally do?"

I answered, "usually with more buildup and subtlety, but yes!"

"Then keep doing it," Chet urged via text. "It's very exciting. You haven't said no to anything, have you?"

"No," I quickly texted back while Rick was ordering more drinks. "I can make it happen, though, if you want."

"Please do," Chet answered.

"I will, you don't want him to take me home, though, right?"

"No," Chet responded. "Whatever happens needs to happen here, close."

"K," I typed.

My pussy was dripping in anticipation. Just then the situation changed.

Two guys came up to Rick and started laughing and talking. He introduced them as his college buddies, James and Mark. I'm sure Chet could see my shoulders slump from where he was sitting.

I got his text, seconds later. "Use it, work with it, what would you normally do?" he asked.

"Normally I'd just use my sexual charms, yank Rick out by the arm and let him have his way with me," I thought. "Oh," I giggled to myself, that's what Chet wants too."

I leaned over to Rick and whispered in his ear, "Do you want to talk guy talk all night or do you want to take me out to your car and fuck me?"

"I can't just leave my buddies hanging," he said with a buzzed slur.

I was frantic. I needed cock. I also needed it to please my master. I whispered again, "Look, it won't take long, just tell them ten minutes."

He turned to his friends. "I'm going outside for ten minutes, this woman wants to talk to me about something," he said with a laugh. Everyone within earshot knew what he meant though, where we were going, what we were going to be doing. I blushed. 

"What about us? What about us?" His friends joked asked as we walked out arm in arm.

Rick stopped me in the doorway. "Yeah, what about them? Can they come too? Can't we let them watch at least?"

I hit Rick on the arm. Suddenly, I got a shot of Chet's face, he was sitting right there, I'm sure he heard it all. I could hear him asking me, "Did I hear them asking "what about us?" that sounds like a request to me."

My face filled with blood. "Oh fuck," I thought. "Fine," I hissed to Rick, "let them watch." 

We walked outside. James and Mark followed like puppies. Rick mauled my body when we reached his pickup. His hands were all over my tits, the material gave way and his hands were quickly on my bare flesh. As he pawed me he lifted the back of my skirt so that his friends could see my bare ass. They respectfully kept their distance but I heard them high fiving each other and commenting on what a slut I was, not wearing panties. 

Chet must've been around somewhere. I could feel it. This was all for him. My top fell to the ground outside the truck, my tits were open to his advances. He was tugging on my nipples, I was groaning, I wished he knew how much I liked it, how much rougher he could be, even. I knew this was for Chet so I stepped out of my skirt so that his friends could see all of me. I'd come to learn that I'm supposed to be displayed, ogled, like the big tittied whore I am. Rick let them look, their mouths agape. He pulled me into his truck. His pants were already down. I went down on him and savored his cock for a minute. Mark and James were still against the wall, unsure of what to do. I knew they couldn't see a thing from where they were. 

I lifted my head. "If you guys are going to watch, then fucking watch!" I said tersely. They quickly come around to the other side of the truck. Rick slid to the middle of the seat. His cock was hard, ready, almost angry looking. I climbed on top of him. I sank my pussy down on his cock. I could feel how hot I was, how wet. His friends were gawking from just outside the window. I settled onto him. He moaned. 

"Don't move," I whispered in lust. "Let me do all the work. Let me milk your cock." He didn't argue.

I worked his cock with my pussy. Up and down, side to side. I swirled my pussy around him. His hands were clenched onto my ass cheeks. He unconsciously pinched them hard occasionally which drove me even crazier. He had no idea he could even be rougher if he wished. I looked over and saw the faces of his friends, lost in their own lust. I was grinding Rick but I slowed to roll down the truck window. The guys didn't even ask what that was for, their hands found my nakedness and they caressed and felt me up to their heart's content. I bounced on Rick's cock to my first orgasm before he started to hump back into me. I didn't want him to cum yet. The show wasn't finished. I could hear his friends murmuring to each other, while their hands still found parts of me to pinch, to touch, to probe. Rick was frantic, though. He sighed loudly as I pulled my pussy off of him. I crooked my finger at him as I stepped out of the truck. I left the door open. I bent over the seat, my feet firmly on the ground, my legs spread open, and waiting. He didn't need an invitation.

"I've wanted this pussy so bad," Rick said, his thick fingers working inside me, prepping me, driving me to distraction.

"Then take it," I begged. "Take this pussy like you want it."

"Fuck," me moaned as the tip of his cock touched the swirling hot mess that my pussy had become.

I groaned. "Take it then, take me like this. Take that pussy, treat it like you want to, fuck me like a dog," I panted.

James and Mark were on the other side, watching all of this. James managed to reach across the truck, through the window, to take my nipples firmly between his fingers. 

I felt Rick's cock enter me just as James' fingers pulled my nipples out obscenely. I moaned.

I was being pounded, wonderfully so by his nice cock. I saw the eyes of his friends open and awed by what they were watching. In my lust I remembered thinking how if they just asked for what they wanted I'd have to deliver. That thought nearly brought me to another orgasm as I was being fucked.

I was just about to ask one of the other men to get in the truck and use my mouth too when Rick reached around and grabbed my neck and pulled me back to him. He was nearly choking me, it made it harder to breathe, his hand closed over my mouth. It was something he liked to do, choke women, not hard, not dangerous, though. I think it was more of the thought for him. For me, though, it prevented me from asking for another cock.

"Fuckkkk," I groaned as I concentrated on my pleasure again. This drove Rick over the edge. He began to pump my pussy full of his cum. I'd planned on spinning around and swallowing it, I thought maybe Chet would want that from me, he seemed to like when I swallowed cum as much as I did. 

Rick pulled out and rubbed our juices off his cock onto my ass cheeks.

"Yeah, I knew you couldn't resist this cock," he said proudly, boastfully. "I knew I'd be tearing up that pussy again. You'll be back for it again, too."

"Thank you," I said in embarrassment, "thanks for giving me what I needed." I knew it was the kind of humiliation Chet would want from me, to thank some stud for filling me up with his cum.

Rick and his friends high fived each other and talked about what I slut I was as if I wasn't even there. I lay slumped on his seat, my pussy leaking his tremendous load. I could see Mark and James looking at me, stealing glances. It was as if they were trying to hide their own lust from their friend. It was as if I was his conquest, his only. They were like dogs, obeying their alpha. They were afraid of what he'd say or do if they showed they wanted some of me, too. I was still buzzing. I wondered if Chet would want me to get them to ask for it, get them to tell me what they want, obligating me to it. They just followed Rick's lead and smirked at me and walked back towards the bar, leaving me naked and lost in the demons of my own lustful behavior.

"Thank you, sirs" I moaned loudly "Thanks for treating me like I deserve," I said. It was just a vain attempt at perhaps changing his friends minds.

Chet suddenly stepped out from the shadows. "So, that's what normally happens to you on a bar night?" He grinned.

I was still face down, my bare ass hanging out of Rick's truck. I just smiled. "No," I said. "Only since I met you. Was this what you wanted from me, sir?"

He said, "partially, my idea was for you to meet someone, let them flirt, get them excited, then take them outside for a suck, maybe a fuck, though I assumed just a blowjob, knowing your love of it. Then, I was going to make you do it over again, with someone else. I liked the idea of the bar starting to catch on that you were going out, coming back. I liked the idea of it, them seeing what a slut you can be. Like I said, I wanted to see you in action."

"Ohhh," I moaned. 

"This was fucking exciting though," he said with glee. "I liked how you did it. I liked how he used you. I liked how you thanked him for using you like that. I think you knew I'd appreciate that."

"Yes, that was for you, sir. Including letting his friends watch. That was extra humiliating." He was caressing me now as we spoke, softly, maddeningly. 

"Yes, that was just fortuitous for us," Chet said smiling.

"So, " I said, suddenly remembering something he said. "So your idea was for me to go back in...." I asked, my voice barely over a peep.

"That was the plan," he admitted. "Though I only imagined it would end with you getting fucking rather thoroughly, which you already have." 

I was adamant now though, his touch was building me up again. I said, "That's true, but I was supposed to be doing it for you. If you want me to finish your game then make me. I don't ever want to disappoint you."

He smiled. He was already in control. He just let me hang myself. He loved making me say all my dirty thoughts aloud, making me reveal myself totally to him.

"I'm saying, you said I wasn't allowed to say no and that I had to allow anything anyone asked. And, you wanted the bar to see me as a slut who will go outside, do someone, then go back in for another round."

"Uh huh," Chet grinned. He liked where this was going.

"Well, two things," I said, rising to my feet. "One, that first guy, Chas, said, and I quote, "I'd like to touch more" of me and that sounds like I really need to let him, and two, I haven't gone back inside and made myself appear to be a slut coming in for more, as you wish."

Chet's whole demeanor had changed. We'd built our lust up together.

"Then do it, you big tittied whore. Go back inside and let them all see that you are just a fucking slut that wants more."

I picked up my clothes off the ground, they were dirty, I couldn't even beat all of it out. I knew what it would look like, that they'd been on the ground. Chet didn't care, I think he enjoyed it more that way. 

He growled, "make me proud or I'll beat your ass raw with my whip, little doggie," he said.

That thought sent a chill through me. I was sure that dream would return in my sleep later.

"I need to clean up first, sir," I begged. I didn't see any tissue or rags in Rick's truck. I took my hand and scooped the liquid I had running from my pussy. I licked it off my hand. I repeated this several times. Chet's eyes were ablaze. "Think I got enough off to at least not get arrested now," I joked. 

"Fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this," I whined. "I'll never be able to face these people again."

"Oh, I'm sure you will," Chet warned. "It's time they knew the real you. It's time all that denial and cover-up ends. Hell, I'll make sure you come back, after this."

I went back inside, red-faced, my pussy sloshing, no doubt smelling of sex. I tried to ignore Rick and his friends but they couldn't help but notice a disheveled looking dirty slut in their midst. I walked right up to Chas. He saw that I looked a mess. I made up a story that I'd just went outside to smoke and got in a pushing fight with some drunk chick who'd pushed me down. I don't even think either of us bothered to pretend that's what happened. I think the whole bar was buzzing about me. I have a feeling that Rick and his friends already had let them all in on what happened outside. That sent a jolt to my pussy, that exquisite humiliation. It was driving me crazy. 

"Look, I wasn't fair to you earlier," I said flirtatiously to Chas. "You and I were enjoying each other then I abruptly moved. That wasn't right. I want to make it up to you."

"Well, you are back, that's a start," he said, raising his glass as a toast.

"Well, I am, but only for a minute," I said urgently. I didn't want a long seduction. I figured that Chet didn't either. That wasn't what I was there for. I was there to let whoever happened to notice that a slut was back for more.

"Listen....to get to the point," I said in a whisper, "you said you wanted to touch more of me." I guided his hand onto my leg again. He took the hint. His hand slid easily up my inner thigh. This time, when he stopped near the top I used my hand to guide it fully under my skirt. I heard him sigh when he reached my wetness.

His fingers quickly slid over my pussy lips. I groaned.

"Fuck," he said, you are so fucking wet."

I blushed. I knew he didn't mean to but he inadvertently was pointing out my slutiness. He thought I was wet because he was touching me, when I was wet for that and the previous fucking as well.

He was taken aback by my boldness. I didn't care. I was on a mission for Chet's benefit. "Look, you are a stranger here, you said you've never been here before, only here on business, we don't have to pretend we'll ever have to see each other again."

I had his interest. "So, come on outside, touch me, feel me like you want to."

I'm sure he wondered what the fuck was going on. I didn't have time for any of it. I looked around. There were plenty of onlookers, the same onlookers that had just seen me leave the bar with Rich and his friends not 20 minutes earlier.

"Look, I'm getting picked up in about ten minutes," I lied, "if you are interested, meet me outside, if not, it was nice knowing you. I'm going to the ladies room, I'll be outside, after."

I turned and bounced my ass lewdly for him as I walked away. I left him sitting there, his fingers still wet with my juices. I passed Rick and his friends on the way to the bathroom. Rick just gave me a cocky smirk as if to say, "yeah baby, come back and next time I'll tear that pussy up again." Mark followed behind me. I stopped. Mark came up from behind me and whispered into my ear. His breath on my neck made my pussy quiver. Obviously, being away from Rick, his alpha, had emboldened him.

He whispered lustily, "that was so fucking hot, earlier," he said, his excitement evident. "I'd like to fuck that pussy too, someday."

I remembered Chet, and the whole game, "whatever someone asks for or wants, they get." I knew he'd love this knew wrinkle.

I turned back to him. "When, where?"

He just looked startled. "Um, Tuesday night, here?"

I actually was a bit shocked that he didn't try to drag me outside there and then. I shrugged. "See you then," I winked. We were alone in the corridor. I was so fucking horny. I couldn't resist teasing him a bit more. I turned towards him and lifted my tits out from my top. I said, "One thing Rick doesn't know how to do is squeeze a woman's nipples. Show me how you'd do it," I giggled. 

He couldn't believe his fortune, he took my nipples and tugged on them playfully.

I said, "no, no, I mean squeeze them," I urged. "Squeeze them like you would when your cock is buried in me to the hilt and you are just about to cum, show me what you'd do to them then," I urged. Anyone could've walked in and saw my tits in his hands, it added to my urgency.

"Show me," I growled.

He pulled on them harder, I winced. He started to back off the intensity when he saw my pained reaction. I urged him on.

"No, don't stop, harder. Like you would just before you fill my hot pussy with your spunk," I moaned. "Make me cry out, make my knees weak."

I could see his cock nearly bursting out his pants. He obliged. I felt a blue streak of pain shooting through me. It buckled my knees. He didn't let go, he didn't let up. I bit my lip to avoid screaming.

I was looking at him intensely. "That's it, Mark, on Tuesday, do it just like that," I sighed as I felt my pussy overcome with electric surges. Finally, I had him let go.

"Tuesday night," I winked as I left him there. I really wanted to see James on my way outside, I thought maybe, just maybe, he'd ask for something as well, something I couldn't back out of, but he was under Rick's control now. I saw Mark wink at me as I left. I blushed for him.

I walked out. I fully expected to be alone, I wasn't sure Chas was the type for a slut like me. I was wrong. I hadn't even turned around when he took me by the arm, pushed me into a dark corner behind the bar and started pawing me while he kissed me. My clothes were in a pile by my feet in seconds. I knew Chet would want it this way. He asked to be able to touch me, I knew Chet wouldn't have it any other way but to let him touch it all. I let him touch me all over, as he'd desired. Then, I pushed him back away.

"Take your cock out," I drawled lustily. "I'm going to suck you off."

He had no objections. I got on my knees in the gravel and scraped myself up giving him the best head he's ever had in his life. I'm sure he just looked down at this naked slut and shook his head while I fellated him. He came in a copious load down my throat. I slurped it up greedily. It was as if Chet had flicked a switch in me, a constant, open switch, directly to my arousal. He had me for a month. I wondered if I'd ever be able to do without it. I'd loved every minute of it so far, even as painful and humiliating as it had become.

No sooner than I'd sucked him down my throat he had pulled up his pants, gave me some lame "call you later," excuse and disappeared back in the bar. I picked up my skirt and my top just as Chet drove up next to me. I giggled and got in, naked as I was.

My skirt and top were now filthy from being on the ground twice, now. I didn't even bother to put it on. I must've looked the part that Chet wanted me to play. He just shook his head with a wry smile.

I told him all that had happened, including my new "date" with Mark.

He smiled and nodded appreciatively.

"Do you want me to go back inside again, sir? Do you want them to see this slut dragging out someone else to have their way with her?" I asked, my voice betraying my undeniable lust.

He shook his head. "No, I'm pretty sure the bar patrons now are aware of what a slut you are," he said, almost with regret. "If I did have you go back in without being able to deny any request you'd no doubt end up having to bang them all."

He hesitated on that thought long enough for me to stew in it's overwhelming potential. Finally, we drove away from the bar.




Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 04



He had me bend over and give him head as he drove. He caressed my hair softly as I made love to his beautiful cock. He didn't let me make him cum, though. 

When we got back to Chet's, he carried me, naked, from his truck to inside, he laid me carefully on his couch then went to fill the bathtub. Then, he carried me in and washed me all over and caressed my naked flesh with a tender touch. He then carried me to his bed.

He crawled in between my legs. I could barely move, He told me to just lie there, that he'd been wanting to taste me as long as he'd known me. I cold only gasp at that thought. Just the mere thought alone nearly made me cum. He put his mouth on my pussy. I nearly fainted. I've never been so wet. I swore his face would be drenched. He proceeded to nibble, lick, suckle and work my pussy and clit like an artist.

"Sir, sir," I moaned. "Are you sure you want this slut's pussy after the fucking?"

"Shhh," he said, putting his finger to his lips. "You are clean, plus, this is my pussy, to do with what I wish. And right now, I want to blow your mind."

He did. Over and over. I came so many times I lost count. The reminders of all my sluttiness, all he's made me do just helped bring me over the edge, time and time again. I found myself pinching my already abused nipples each time I came, driving me to a newer, deeper place.

He mounted me and fucked me slowly and carefully while my pussy still glowed in orgasmic bliss. He filled me with his cum and I thanked him.

We cuddled together while he caressed me slowly, carefully. It was funny, I craved and desired the use, the control that I nearly forgot how wonderful it was to be genuinely fucked. I had fantasized about the roughness, the abuse that I nearly neglected how wonderful soft, sensual sex could be. I knew better than to expect it all the time though. Chet was not one dimensional. He'd showed me his animal side before, he'd do it again. I'd begged for it in my original email to him, for him to take me, use me, force me, be rough and I knew he would. This occasional sweetness from him just built me up for the rest of it.

""Sleep for now, Natalie," he grinned. "You still have to please Jeff many more times, Dominic tomorrow, and, apparently, Mark on Tuesday. Plus, there's still so much you need that I haven't given you. Don't worry, I still have 3 weeks left on your contract. I intend on fulfilling my end in every way."

I went to sleep that night thinking of how passionate and wonderful a lover he was. I also remember thinking, wondering if he was just fucking with my head with the softness and tenderness. If he was, it sure was working, even in my bliss I was aching for the rough, craving it. I wondered if he was falling for me. I tried to push that thought away, I didn't need a boyfriend, I'd had many, I needed someone to control me. I needed a master, if he leaned towards the cruel, rough side, so be it. I fell asleep uneasy, I just knew I'd have my dream again. I did, only this time, while I was being driven across the snow, I was craving more of the whip.



{End of part 4 of "Natalie and the Neighbor"- look for part 5 coming soon!}



Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 05



I awoke on Friday naturally charged up.  Today was the day Chet was "giving me" to his friend, Dominic.  I wondered why Chet didn't want me over in the morning to suck his cock but I figured he wanted to "save it" for later. I was just so excited and nervous that I thought I really needed a cock in my mouth to tide me over. I had taken to craving cum now. Thank goodness for Jeff, my other neighbor. He was there for my rescue.  I looked outside, hopefully, the cup of coffee in my hand was tasting kind of bland. Sure enough, he was out there. I had to chuckle when I saw he was not so subtly looking for me as well.  I had on just my bra and panties so I threw on a fluffy pink robe and walked outside. The robe was one a grandma would wear, it was all for function not frills.  That was fine, though, I'm sure Jeff's wife wouldn't want to see me walking out towards him in my underwear. She had a day job, however, so I rarely saw her during the day.  Jeff was alone.  

He saw me and smiled. We both knew what I was there for, we rarely even spoke when I'd work off my blackmail with him.  This time though he looked at me and smirked.

"Nice robe,"  he joked.

I smirked back at him and opened my robe completely, exposing my naughty underwear to him.  "Better?"  I asked coyly.

"Oh man," he muttered.  "Much!"

"Well, I won't let the robe distract you then.  I dropped it to the ground.  I fell to my knees for him as he raced around the fence to meet me in our spot, the secluded bushes.  I placed the coffee cup down on the ground beside me. I took his cock in my mouth. "Mmm," I cooed. His wasn't the most impressively sized cock, but it was definitely suckable.  This wasn't about him now, anyway, this was about me, my need.  It became my pacifier.  I sucked him off with little trouble. He was starting to grow used to my technique, getting him off quickly was now becoming easy.  He filled my mouth with his cum.  He staggered backwards. I took the coffee from the ground and spit out the contents into it.  He just shook his head. "It was just, I don't know," I giggled, "missing something today."

He watched as I sipped from the new concoction. "Mmm, much better," I moaned.  I put the robe back on and walked back into the house.  I knew Chet would be getting another one of the blackmail pictures from that today. More than secretly I was hoping somehow it would light a fire in him, enflame him, touch his cruel, rough side again. 

Chet had me come over at 6pm.  He had me wear my cutoff jean shorts which were nice and form fitting, along with a stretchy black top which, without a bra, highlighted my tits and nipples rather lewdly.

He just arched his brow a little upon seeing me. I think he didn't want to give away his excitement, not that he could hide it.  I still had no idea what the plan was, other than I'd agreed to let Dominic fuck me with his thick cock.

"I just want to remind you why we are doing this," Chet said firmly.  "The other day, when I had just endeavored to have you suck his cock, somehow it ended up with you agreeing to let him fuck your pussy."

"Sir!"  I protested. "That's not fair!  You told me that I was to do whatever he asked,"  I pouted.  He was either a good actor or there really was a hint of irritation in his voice.

"That's only partially true," he said.  "I told you to do what he asked. I'd given him instructions on what he could have, what he could ask for. Basically, it was just a blowjob, however he wanted it, in whatever position or way he asked.  I didn't foresee my slut begging to be fucked with his "thick cock" as you keep putting it."

"What?" I whined.  "But he asked me to tell you that I wanted to keep sucking him, whenever.  I told him ok, I thought I was supposed to.  Then, he asked me to tell you if I wanted to fuck his cock.  I didn't know I had the ability to say no!"

"I told you to do what he asked. I knew he wouldn't ask for the fuck. I specifically told him you wouldn't be fucking him. Little did I know he'd trick you into agreeing to do it.  Just because he asked you to tell me that you'd like to fuck him didn't mean you had to do it.  All you had the obligation to do was answer him.  If the truthful answer was that no, you didn't want to, all you had to do was say something like, "you'll have to ask my master," or something like that."

"Wow," I thought.  "He really is irritated by this." 

"I'm sorry, sir if I disappointed you.  You own me, you control me. If you wish me to tell him to get lost I'll do it, sir."

"That's not the point," he sniffed.  "You are doing it because you said you would, you said you wanted to.  You are doing it because I control your slutty ass, at least for a couple more weeks, and I'll be damned if my slut is made out to be a liar.  He thinks of you as just a whore, holes to use. Think how embarrassing it would be for me if I can't even control some big tittied whore."

I lowered my head while he berated me.  I could feel the heat building in me.  The heat of embarrassment, of humiliation, of lust, all rolled into one.

"Don't look so glum," he chided.  "You are getting what you want, that fat dick inside your slut hole."

"Wow," I thought, "and here I was worried about him not being cruel enough."

"Ok, sir, how do you want me to do it? I want to do it right, for you," I said burning in my shame.

"Well, considering how I hadn't even planned on letting him use you like that I spent a lot of time thinking about what would be appropriate," he said ominously.  "Do I just send you out, like on a date, and let what is obviously so natural for you to occur?  Do I give you a long set of instructions to follow to the letter? Do I bother trying to control Dom, what access he has to you, what he is allowed to do to you?  I thought about it all. I thought about me, I thought about you.  I thought about our contract, I thought about what you keep telling me it is you need, what you crave.  So, after careful consideration I decided the best course of action."

"Sir? Which is?"  I blurted nervously. "I thought, fuck it. You made your bed, lie in it. I decided to remove the strings."

I didn't like the sound of that at all.  "Strings, sir?"

"Yes, I decided to let Dominic make all the decisions."

"Ohhh,"  I exhaled anxiously.  I remembered how Chet had said Dom was clumsy, heavy handed.  I know he meant that left on his own, that he was worried that Dom would maul me with his lack of adeptness. I suddenly feared it all.

He saw the fear. "Oh, don't worry, he's not a mass murderer or anything, and god knows, he knows he'd better not permanently hurt my big tittied whore or he'd have hell to pay. So here's what you'll do.  Go pick him up, dressed as you are. Take him out for dinner at least, first. Then, let him take you home and fuck your pussy until he is satisfied. Remember, use those words on him.  Tell him that,  that you don't want to leave until your pussy has satisfied him."

"Oh god, sir. Ok."  I hung my head.  I'd gotten myself into it, my pussy was going to have to get me out. It was buzzing already, it had become almost involuntary.  All the thoughts, all the things I'd done and all the possibilities kept me that way. As I walked out I wondered what Chet was thinking.  I wondered if he cared about his whore at all. I wondered if I'd killed that tender side of him for good. I was hoping it was all just part of his magnificent mind fuck, though.  As I drove to Dom's I had to keep shifting in my seat as my pussy was being rubbed by the tight denim of my shorts.  

"Fuck," I thought. "Here's hoping I get these off me as soon as possible."

When I went over to Dom's I realized what Chet had meant. I was going to take him to dinner. I picked him up and I drove us around. It was embarrassing, to say the least. I showed up at his door and he grinned lewdly at me when he opened his door.  He didn't let me come in, though.  I think he wanted his friends and neighbors to see who he was going out with.

"Hey, whore," he leered.  "'Bout time you showed up,"  he said crossly as he walked me out to my car.  "Love the outfit,"  he said, ogling my tits as he said it.  "Whore," was all he called me that night. Chet was right, that's all he saw me as, a whore to use. 

He played with my tits through the material of my top while I drove, he was driving my nipples crazy. He was flicking them to hardness under the shimmering fabric.  Once he tired of that he took his rough hands and felt up my pussy through the fabric of the jeans. All he was managing on doing was shoving the material even more up into my pussy, making me even more uncomfortable and edgy as it rubbed my clit.

"Can't wait to get those off of you and on the ground," he said crudely, though I probably would've preferred that at the moment as well.  The rubbing was driving me insane. I think if I had just concentrated on it for a few moments that by rubbing my thighs together uninterrupted, I'd be able to cum on the spot.  I didn't want to give him that satisfaction, though, no doubt he'd think it had something to do with him.

He made me take him to Olive Garden.  That's right, I took him. I paid. Throughout the meal I had to listen to him call me his whore.

"Get me some more breadsticks, whore."  "Stick your whore titties out more when the waiter comes by. " "Get me a beer, whore." 

I know he enjoyed watching my face get red each time.  He was right, though.  I was his whore, for now.  My master had allowed it, so I had to be the whore he wanted.  I wondered what Chet was doing right now, what he was thinking. I longed for his gaze, even his disapproving look, I just wanted his control.

Dom was playing with my pussy under the table, none too subtly, either. I think the couple at the next table knew what was going on.  I think they heard him call me a whore on more than one occasion, too.  Dom was drinking and becoming more loud and obnoxious. I didn't want there to be a scene so I decided to get the ball rolling.

"Dom, aren't you ready to split my tight pussy with that big cock?"

"Fuck yeah," he growled. "I'm going to tear that thing up."

"Then let's go," I urged.  "I can't wait."  I grimaced when I said that. I did so because I knew it was true. This is what I'd become, this is where my fantasy led, so expertly controlled so far by Chet.  I wanted this oafish fool to get my shorts off of me and split me wide open with his thickness.  Dom made a show about how I was paying for the meal when the waiter came to get our bill.  Everyone around us was staring.  They were still staring when we walked out of the restaurant, his hand halfway down the back of my shorts, nestled in my crack. 

I started to drive us back to his place. "Where the fuck are we going?"  he snipped.

"Back to your place?"  I said.

"Fuck no," he barked.  "My mom lives there.  We're going to your place."

There was no fucking way I was letting this asshole have his way with me at my place.  I thought of something else.  I had no doubt I could pretty much convince him of anything. "Hey, you know what would be cool? Let's go to the park.  It's closed right now but we can park the car and you can fuck me in the grass."

He didn't look convinced. He was scowling. He needed more convincing.  "It's closer," I panted lustily.  "Plus, I get so fucking horny, getting fucked outside." I saw him thinking.  

"Fuck," he whined. "I need some fucking beer."

"I can pick up some beer on the way," I promised.

He was wavering. I remembered what Chet had told me I had to say. I added that to my arsenal.  "We'll park, I've got a blanket in the trunk.  We'll go out in the moonlight, drink and you can fuck my pussy until you are satisfied."

He was nodding now.  I poured it on.  "I mean totally satisfied, too. Wear my pussy out, even if that means doing it over and over," I said, my own voice now in a lusty, jagged staccato.

"Fuck it, whore, let's go," he growled.  He resumed his mauling of my pussy with his thick fingers.  He alternated that with pinching my nipples now through the fabric, it delighted him to see them sticking out so lewdly. He made me play with his hardened cock through his pants with one hand. 

"Fuck," I thought, "that thing is going to have to fit in me, somehow."

I pulled up to a party store. Naturally, I had to buy.  I stepped out of the car. My nipples were hard like diamonds. With the stretchy top they were nearly bursting through the material.  My shorts were wedged up deep in my ass and pussy.  I started to adjust myself, he stopped me.

"Leave it, whore.  Let them see you," he commanded in his excitement.

"Fuck," I thought, "I didn't think he would know how to treat someone like me, guess I was wrong."

I went in and bought the cheapest beer possible.  No doubt he wouldn't know the difference anyway.  I paid for the beer at the counter, the young black guy at the register noticed the way I was dressed.  He was ogling me freely, behind the bullet proof glass.  It didn't help that I had to hold the beer close to my chest on the way to the register, it just made my nipples even more prominent.  The guy was leering, I just lowered my eyes to hide my shame and lust.  When I walked away I saw his reflection in the security mirror. He was ogling my ass cheeks which were now lewdly poking out from the back of my shorts. It gave my pussy another jolt of excitement. I swayed a little extra, just for him.

I went back to my car, Dom was on my cell phone talking to someone. He saw me and hung up.  "C'mon, whore, let's get going."

I dropped the beer on his lap and smirked as I walked around to the driver's side.  I nearly got in. He stopped me.

"You know what would be funny?"  He asked.

"No, Dom, what would be funny?"  Now I was the impatient one. I could see the outline of his cock through his pants,  I was done with preliminaries.

"It'd be a hoot if you flashed that clerk, dude,"  he laughed. "Look, he eyeballed you from the moment you went in there, I was watching."

"Flash him?" I asked, my face starting to fill with blood.

"Yeah, not just flash him, though," Dom said.  "Go up to the door and lift your top....then, press your whore titties against the glass and mash them up good like that."

"Fuck," I exhaled sharply.

"Why?" I whined.

"Because I want to see it, whore," he said sharply.

"What if he comes out? What if he calls the cops?  Plus, there's a couple other people in there now," I protested vainly.

"I know, that's why he won't leave, he won't want someone robbing him blind while he's ogling some big tittied whore."

I recognized later where that idea had come from, especially with his choice of words, it was Chet, no doubt it was Chet on the phone with him before.

"Fine," I sniffed. "We're just wasting time you could be abusing my poor little pussy."

I walked up to the glass doors.  I lifted my top quickly over my head.  I saw the guy was watching with his mouth open. I pressed my tits against the glass.  I gasped at its coolness. It only served to draw my nipples out even further. My tits were spread obscenely.  Dom was right, though, the guy never moved. I winked at the guy and turned and walked back to the car quickly, not bothering to push the top back down over my tits.

Dom was laughing. "That was fucking cool, whore."

"It was cold, actually," I smiled with embarrassment.  He could tell, my nipples were jutting out. He took advantage of that on the way to the park. He pulled, teased, sucked and nibbled on them the entire way. I was so horny I could've fucked the gear shift knob at that point. We arrived at the park. I was right, it was deserted.  I got the blanket out of the trunk. Dom came up behind me and cupped my bare tits in his big hands.  I cooed.  "Take everything off," He gruffly said.  It was just the top and my shorts, I complied. I stood nude in front of him. I started to put my top and my shorts in the trunk, he wouldn't let me.

"Leave them on the ground, whore. It's where they belong. He pawed me the entire way to a grassy spot I picked out. He made me carry the beer and the blanket, just so he could have both hands free to fondle me everywhere.

"I'm going to tear that ass up," he said in an alcohol induced drawl.

"Um, you are going to tear that pussy up," I corrected fearfully.

"Yeah, that's what I meant," he chuckled, "stupid whore."

He made me get on my knees in front of him. He dropped his pants.  I took out his thick, hard cock. I sucked on him in the moonlight.

"Oh yeah,"  he moaned. "That's what I like, just like the other night, I like a good cocksucking whore on her knees sucking me.  Did you tell Chet that you want it all the time?  Did you tell him you want to suck my cock more?" He grunted.

I knew the game this time. "I told my sir that it was up to him," I grinned secretly as I went back to sucking him.

"Fuckkk," he panted. "I have to have that pussy," he said.  He made me lay on my back on the blanket.  He was standing over me, hovering, menacing. He was stroking that fucking thick cock, like he was taunting me with it. Even as creamy as I was at that moment I wondered what it would feel like going in.  He was going to make me beg for it.

"Fucking whore, tell me what you want," he hissed. "Tell me why you are here, tell me why you are on your back, naked with your whore legs spread.."

"I'm here so you can fuck my pussy raw," I moaned softly.  "I want you to fuck my pussy good," I begged.  "Fuck it until you can't get it up anymore," I remembered to say, in my lustful haze.

"Beg me for it, whore," he growled again. "Tell me why you want it so bad."

"God," I moaned. I did want it.  "Fuck me, Dom, fuck me with that big cock. I want you to fuck me, fill me up, split me in two. I want to feel it stretch my pussy," I begged in revealing truthfulness.

He got on his knees.  He positioned his cock at my opening. I gasped just at that, the head of his cock on my slit. 

"I'm not going to go easy on you, whore," he said, his voice forceful, feral.

"Don't," I urged. "Fuck me like you want it, fuck me like the whore I am."

With that he slid the head in me, I don't remember if I screamed, but I'm sure I must have.  He wasn't subtle, he was rough, urgent.  His first stroke slid into me inch by inch as I moaned uncontrollably. 

He picked up the pace immediately on his second stroke. He was stretching me out, wide. My mouth was open, I could almost feel my breath being taken from me.

"Fuck, yeah," He groaned.  He was as hard as steel, he was all the way in me, at that moment I was his, completely. I was his conquest. He hammered me without mercy. I scratched and clawed at him as we urged each other on. He'd only slow down to watch my tits bounce as he jammed himself into me.  On occasion he'd slap my tits with his hand and smile cruelly as he watched me scream while my tits jiggled. I remember thinking how wet the grass must be as I felt the moisture until I realized that it was me, creaming around his cock, as he defiled me. I hated him, even at that moment, but there's not a chance in hell I'd have let him pull it out and deny him the pleasure of fucking this whore and cumming inside her.

He finally did, after grinding me into the ground, the blanket was bunched up in an obscene mess under us.  He spilled his seed inside me and it leaked out of me even as his cock stayed lodged into the deepest parts of me.  He was laying on top of me, sweating and panting.

"Fuck, that was good, whore."

I was still grinding back into him as he still had some hardness left. I was riding him down.  He rolled off me.  He cracked open a beer.  I just stayed on my back, breathing heavily, his cum coming out in torrents down my thighs, my ass, and onto the ground.  

"Did you like that?" He asked almost innocently.

"Um, yeah," I giggled. I actually thought it was kind of cute, he was looking for approval.




Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 05



"Did you cum too?" He wondered.

"No," I said.  "But, I rarely ever do, like that."

"How do you, then?" He asked.  

I blushed.  "Well, I can cum from fucking too, but usually I need to be on top so that I can grind my clit the right way."

"Cool," he said while taking a big gulp of beer. "Let's do it that way."

"Now?"  I asked in surprise.

"Yeah, if you suck on me some more, I'll get hard."

It took me two seconds to have his dick in my mouth again. "Young guys," giggled to myself,  "gotta love 'em."

He as right, he was hard in no time. 

"Ride me, whore," he said, his excitement rebuilding. "Show me how you cum."

I climbed on top of him carefully.  I eased his thickness into me. It was slightly easier this time because his cum and my excitement provided extra lubrication.  I groaned as his cock topped out in me.

"Ohhh god," I moaned. "You are so fucking thick," I grunted.  

He put his hands on my ass and made me start riding him.  It wasn't as easy for me as usual, his thickness made me be very careful with each thrust. Still, I found a rhythm that had my brain crackling.  It started as a dull hum but soon turned into a vibrating mass, emanating from my pussy.  

"Ride me, whore, ride me, show me how you cum on guy's dicks," he panted under me.

I could barely hear him now, I was grinding my clit onto him now with urgent thrusts. I'd found it, I'd found the pace I needed.  I could hear my pussy squishing against him, it just drove me over the edge. I came, screaming and cursing.

"Oh god, sir, your fucking cock....oh fuck....oh fuck oh fuck...." I screamed incoherently. 

Watching me cum with such intensity no doubt triggered his own release. He started cumming in me again. I had to remember to keep bucking with him to help him along, it just made my sensitive clit rub agonizingly against him some more. I had a smaller, less intense orgasm as I felt his cum inside me again.  This time the orgasm was less centralized, I felt it throughout my body.  I shuddered on him then collapsed in his meaty arms.

"That was fucking awesome," he grinned.

"I know," I said, still panting loudly.

"I told you I'd wear that shit out," he said proudly.

"Oh, so we're done here?" I teased.

He slapped my ass hard with his big paw.  "Yes, we're done, whore," he joked.  "I don't think you could take another one."

He was probably right, I'd remember this fucking in my sore pussy for days, no doubt.  He made me carry the wet blanket and the rest of the beer back to the car, partly to humiliate me, I'm guessing, but partly because he still loved touching me.  He even got one of his thick fingers in my ass as I loaded the trunk.

"Unhhhh," I moaned.

"Just think of having me back there," he whispered lewdly in my ear.

"God no," I thought, "he'd tear me in two."  I felt an embarrassed pang in my pussy when I realized what that might be like.  I did buck back into his finger, though. It felt so good.

He decided that I needed to drive home naked, against my protestations. He felt me up the whole way back to his house. Even though it was dark, I felt totally exposed as I sat in his driveway as he kissed and pawed at my nakedness.  Anyone could've been watching.  Finally, he pulled away.

"You are going to tell Chet about tonight, right?  I mean, he knows I was going to fuck you....but I mean, you are going to tell him how it went, how much you fucking loved it...."  he urged.

"I'm going to tell him everything," I said truthfully. "I always do."

"But you did fucking love it, didn't you?" He pressed on.

I tried to ignore him at first.

"Tell me, whore....did you enjoy cumming hard on my cock, once....or twice?" he teased.

"I did, sir," I said bashfully.  "I did love it." 

That satisfied him. He left me there dripping from all we'd done. I drove home, my mind still abuzz.

I pulled into the driveway. I was still naked, I hardly cared. I wondered if I should go clean up first, or whether I should just walk naked, next door to Chet's.

I didn't have time to think about it. He suddenly appeared from his yard. He pulled me out of the car, still naked, and made me walk up to his porch like that.  He made me stand there naked and dripping, while he went around the back for something.  Suddenly, I heard the garage door open.  He called for me. I walked around the front. I saw my neighbor, Frank, from across the street watching me.  I walked into the garage.  The door was still wide open.

I told Chet, "Um, Frank is watching."

He nodded.  "Good, that's one less show I have to plan for," reminding me that I still had to be displayed to more neighbors at some point.

He pulled me into the center of the garage.  He roughly grabbed my hands and cuffed me with some police style handcuffs. I was about to tell him I like them cuffed behind me but before I could say a word he lifted my arms above my head.  I saw why instantly.  There was a chain hanging from a loop in the ceiling.

"I just added this," he said gruffly.  He looped the chain around the cuffs and locked it up so that my hands were above my head and I was standing on my tip toes. He hadn't even bothered to shut the garage door yet. I was completely naked, helpless and exposed. I could feel my excitement betraying me.

"Maybe I should just invite him over and have a ring side seat," Chet cruelly joked, seeing how Frank was staring.  He didn't, though. He shut the door.

"Tell me about it,"  he growled.  "Tell me everything."

He was going to make me tell him my story, hung naked from his ceiling like that.  I told him. I told him everything. I told him how Dom called me a whore the whole night. I told him how I'd flashed the clerk. I saw the recognition in his face. I was right, it was his idea. I told him how Dom had made me strip, carry the stuff to the clearing. I told him how he fucked me, roughly and crudely.  I told him how I'd done as he said, that I'd told him to use my pussy until he was satisfied.  I told him how I sucked him to hardness and how he made me ride him until I orgasmed on him as he filled me for the second time.  I told him how Dom had made me drive home naked and how he'd made me admit to him, with reluctance, that I'd loved his cock in me.

"Now, I'm going to punish you good," he growled.

I started to whine and beg but he stopped me.

"Listen, this isn't about some made up "crime" or something.  You did everything I asked you to do, but really, you need this. Regardless of the reason. You need to be firmly disciplined, it's part of you, it's who you are. Luckily for you, it's who I am too."

He started to circle around me as he spoke, his words driving home the fact that I was hanging there, for his bidding, soaking in my own excitement.  He took off his belt in front of me.  It was a thin, leather one.  He carefully stroked my body with it as he spoke.

"Tonight, I just saw you for who you really are, what you really are about, what you can be. You are a slut. You are just a big tittied whore that needs this kind of treatment. I've been remiss so far, for every fucking slutty thing you've done, you've only had one spanking. Tonight, I'll remedy that."

"Oh god, sir, don't hurt me, please..." I whined behind my tears.

"I am going to hurt you. It's going to hurt a lot," he warned.  "This isn't play acting, I'm going to really beat your ass with my belt.  You, my dear, are going to take it. You are going to take every blow like the slut you are.  You are going to pay me back for all the guys who I've let see you, for all the cum I've let you swallow, for every cock that has, and will invade those slut holes of yours, you are going to pay.  You earn those things by taking this. This is your redemption. You will have no need to feel guilt for anything that you do, since you are willing to be punished for it."

"Oh sir," I cried.  His words were echoing inside me, it was as if he was using my own voice. It was straight from my fantasies, my desires, slutty thoughts for so long. He just knew.  And as I stood there, on my toes, waiting for it, I knew what he knew. He knew that I longed for it, that I wanted it, that I needed it.  I no longer would ever have to worry whether he was rough or cruel enough. I just wondered if I could take it.  I heard the first swipe before I even felt it.  It was a strange delay, like an out of body experience.  Then, I heard myself screaming.  Another blow came across my ass and I inhaled deeply before cursing the pain.  He stopped.

"Hush, slut! Do you want everyone in the neighborhood to know what's happening to you in here? I'm sure Frank already knows, I can see him out there looking towards you."

"No sir! I'm sorry sir, I'll try to be quiet!" I cried.  He striped me several more times in silence before I cried out again, I could tell he was holding back.

He stopped again, "Maybe I should just open the door and let them all see what's happening to you...if that's how you'd rather do it.  Maybe it is, you've already told me you want them all to see you naked. That was a shocker to me.  And hell, after you sucked Jeff you probably had the idea that every guy in this neighborhood is going to have a piece of you, too.  Maybe I should just let them see their slut getting her ass beat."

"No sir!" I begged.  "Please, beat my ass raw, just...."

"Yes?"  He asked, intrigued.

"Please gag me. I can't hold it in.  Gag me, then," I said hopefully, "you can beat me as you wish, without having to hold back."

"Fuck," he hissed.  He left and immediately returned with a soft rubber ball, no doubt that used to belong to his dog. I wore her collar, now I was going to have her ball in my mouth. I know he loved that humiliation.  

"You've done this before....haven't you, sir?"

I saw a glimmer of it in his eyes.

"Yes," he said softly.  "My late wife....she really took to the belt...." he said reverently. "Thanks for bringing that up," he said as he lashed my ass hard twice more.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm so sorry," I cried tearfully.  "But that's my point, you've done this before. Do it like you have before.  Don't hold anything back."

"So you think I'm holding back?" He asked evilly.

"Yes, sir...don't," I urged frantically. I was on another plane, a different universe, one where every single erotic thought and fantasy that I'd ever had was coming true.

"This is going to go rough on you," he warned.

"I trust you sir, beat me freely. I'm tied, I can't stop you. I'll have to take whatever you give me. Don't feel like you have to neglect your whore's big titties, sir," I choked out in utter self debasement.

He Duct taped the ball in inside my mouth.

"There," he said. "You asked for it. Up to now I've always underestimated you and have been surprised every time. It's always been a dream of mine to have a woman like this, helpless, and having to take everything I can give."

I'm sure he saw the fear in my eyes.  I think he could also smell me, in my current haze of lust.

He went back to whipping my ass. I could only grunt now as the belt burned stripes across my backside.  He loved watching me swing and sway from the hook as I scrambled to take his blows.  He'd stop now and again to grab my nipples firmly and pull them.  This caused me to swing back and forth to him, he was swinging me by my nipples.  My nipples were getting stretched more than ever and it was driving me insane. I'd always wanted them to be abused and now they had a master doing it. He'd beat me, tug me, then beat me some more.

"Frank is really getting an earful outside," Chet laughed. "Too bad he's not getting an eyeful too, right?"

I could only grunt my assent.

"Cuz you'd like that, right, you'd actually like him watching this wouldn't you?"

"Fuck," I thought, he knows me. He knows I have a soft spot for Frank since his wife is such a fucking cunt to him. Again I grunted my approval.  my ass ablaze and my pussy throbbing. 

He gave me a strange smile and turned and walked out the side door of the garage, leaving me hanging.  He was back shortly.

"Well, this turned interesting," Chet laughed. "You have to do something for me.  Frank was thinking I was torturing you in here, well, I was, but with your consent. I thought it would be best to just hear it from the "whore...ses mouth," he joked.

I grunted through the gag.  He removed it. I saw Frank standing at the side door, peering in the window of the door.  Chet motioned him in. Frank said, "Oh my god, Nat, are you all right?"

Chet just looked at me. "Tell him, tell him everything. Tell him the truth."

Frank stood there, his eyes bulging at my naked state.

"I'm being punished..." I sniffed, still crying. "Chet is punishing me and I deserve it," I said softly, trying to avoid their stares.

"Why is he punishing you?  Why is he even allowed to punish you?" Frank asked, still unconvinced.

"He's punishing me because I'm just a slut and this is how sluts need to be treated. He's allowed to do it because I belong to him. I'm his sexual slave, we have a contract for one month where he can use me in any way he chooses."  I saw Chet beam at that.

"Tell him the kind of whore you are," Chet growled. "Be specific."

"I've several guys cum in my mouth and in my pussy and I have to pay for it."

I could see it was working. Frank was now moved from concern to excitement. I actually felt like I was doing something good.  Frank was such a loveable old teddy bear of a man who no doubt never gets anything remotely sexual or interesting from his shrew, bitch of a wife. 

Chet intoned, "several guys? Tell him, tell him what you've done the last couple days to deserve this."  Chet laid an expertly place stripe across my ass for inspiration.  Frank's eyes shot open.

I could feel my ass on fire, welts rising as I danced uncomfortably between my feet as I dangled in front of them.

The inspiration was immediate, I started rattling it all off. "Um, I've been made to suck off two of sir's acquaintances...I sucked off Jeff from next door after letting him take naked pictures of me..." I said in soft sobs.  I actually was trying to recall it all. It had been so much. My head was screaming from the humiliation.  I needed the belt. It was as if I needed the pain to calm me. 

Chet just waited impatiently.  "And?"  I think Chet knew the kind of guy Frank was, he wasn't the kind that would, or even could tell anyone about this, his wife would kill him if she found out.

I was dangling from the ceiling, awash in my own sweat and arousal as these two men stared into my soul.

"Actually, I've been sucking Jeff off every day, to work off the blackmail pictures....then, I went to Paddy's and let some guy I knew fuck me in the parking lot...while two of his friends watched...but that wasn't bad enough, I went back in right away and took some guy outside and sucked his cock."

Frank just said, "Wow."

Chet laughed mockingly.  "Now, tell him what you just did tonight."

I was beyond humiliated.  Nothing I could say now would ever change the way Frank would look at me from now on, I let it all spill out.

"I promised one of Sir's friends that he could wear out my pussy so tonight I let him stretch my pussy out twice and fill me with his cum as I screamed for more."

"Satisfied?"  Chet asked Frank.

"I guess so," he said reluctantly, he was in no hurry to leave. I think it was all overwhelming to him, as well. He turned to walk away.  Chet was about to put the ball gag back in. He saw the pleading look in my eyes.

"Frank," Chet said. "I think the whore wants you to be able to watch the rest of this.  Am I right, whore?"

"Yesss," I croaked out, totally debasing myself. "Let him see you punish your slut."

"I need some water," Chet announced. He left me there alone with Frank.

Frank moved up to me quickly. "Are you sure about all this?" He asked in hushed tones. "He's gone now, you can tell me the truth."

Tears were flowing down my cheeks.  "This is the truth," I said softly. "I want you to watch.  I've always felt bad for you, you are such a fucking nice guy and your wife treats you like shit. I just want you to get some pleasure that that bitch will never allow.  Frank gave me a soft smile.

"Then thank you," he said earnestly.

"You can touch me, if you want," I urged.  Frank got behind me and fondled my tits from behind. I ground my ass back into him in appreciation.

I groaned with his touch, everything he touched on me seemed to be electrified.  I was swinging on the chain, trying to find my center, which now seemed to be my clit, which was engorged and throbbing.  I turned my head to him and moaned softly.  

Chet was standing in the doorway, watching.  "Are you sure you don't want to fuck her?" He asked. .

"No, no, I really can't, I'm married," he said with discomfort.

"Fuck that witch," I hissed. "I've seen how you are treated. Let yourself have some pleasure,"  I begged.

He smiled at me.  "Thank you for that, but believe me, I'll get plenty of satisfaction from all this. Thanks to both of you."

"Well, sit and enjoy the show, then," Chet urged. He pulled out a chair for Frank to sit in. I was just a show for them now. Chet put the gag back in.

Chet stepped back from me an arm's length. I wasn't expecting what was next.  SLAP!  Came a blow sharply across my tit.  They jiggled in response.  SLAP! On the other tit.  I started to sway to and fro from the blows.  They weren't real hard, it was more startling than anything.

"You'd think this would hurt her," Chet said, eyeing Frank's fascination, but, truth is, the big tittied whore likes it harder, rougher."

"Ohhh," Frank hissed.

"Should I hit them harder?"  Chet asked Frank. "She loves it, trust me. Should I hit them harder?"

"Do it," Frank urged,  "hit them, slap them as hard as you can." He was getting into it.  Chet worked my tits over after that. He pummeled them like they were punching bags. Open slaps, he got more bold and forceful with each one. His face was one of sheer glee as he watched my normally alabaster skin of my creamy tits turn an angry shade of scarlet. I was grunting and dancing while Chet just laughed. Finally, he'd had enough. My tits were covered in hand prints. I knew they'd be bruised tomorrow. I'd learn to wear his marks with pride.

"Damnnn," Frank exhaled loudly, thanks!" Was all he could think to say.  Chet took the gag out of my mouth and left me hanging there, gasping for breath.  He went for some more water.  I think it was also to give Frank and I a little more time alone.

"That was,  fucking awesome," Frank said in a ragged voice.

"Are you sure?" I asked him. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to take me, like this?"  I asked, hopefully. It barely flashed through my mind what I'd become. I was a naked, bound slut, hanging from a chain in my neighbors garage, begging another neighbor to take me. I was living every perverted dream I'd ever had.  

Frank shook his head sadly.  "No, I'm married.  She's a bitch, for sure, but I just can't do it....I mean I'd love to do it....really....I've wanted to since you've moved in, but I just can't."

"I understand, sir," I groaned, surprisingly disappointed.  "This'll will be between us from now on, then." He nodded.  He was about to leave. I still felt bad for him. I wanted him to have something, something special between us that he could always have, and keep from his jackal of a wife.

"Sir?" I asked him as he reached the side door.

"Yes,?" he asked hopefully. I could see he also wanted something, anything.

"From now on, could you do something for me?"

He arched his eyebrows. "Anything."

"Just between me and you, when no one else is around...." I said softly, making it up as it came to me. "...when it's just the two of us.  Don't call me Nat."

He looked at me quizzically. 




Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 05



"When we're alone, call me "slut....or whore....whichever you prefer," I said, my face now a familiar shade of red.

"What?" He asked excitedly.

I said, "yes, just between us.  When we are in our yards, talking, or on the sidewalk, instead of saying, "Hey Nat, or good morning Nat, say, Hey whore, or good morning, slut."

He just said, "wow, really?"

"Yes, it'll be just our little game," I said softly. You deserve to be the one humiliating and degrading someone for a change. I'm just the perfect one for that."

I could feel Chet watching from the doorway.  I knew he was getting off on this.  I had one more thought I knew both of them would like.

"So, I call you Sir, and you call me whore or slut.  Also, when we are playing our little "game", sir, and we have enough privacy, my body is always available for a little peek, if you wish."

"What?" He asked, his lust evident.

"Anytime," I panted. I was almost dripping from everything that had happened to me, I couldn't stop myself from letting the lust just flow out of me.  "You know how I like to wear skimpy things out in my yard, or one of my robes when I go out for the paper or the mail?"

"Yes,"  he grinned lewdly, in recognition.

"Well, call me over to talk.  Say, hi whore, how are you?"  I'll have to stop what I'm doing and go to you. Then, if you determine the coast is clear, make me show you something."

He was grinning, he liked the thought of it all, he made me be even more specific.

"Hey, slut, that's a nice robe but I'd sure like to see those whore titties this morning," I groaned in embarrassment, giving him the example he needed.

"And you'll do it?  Right there?  Without question?" He asked.

"Yesss," I moaned lustfully.  "I'll try to make sure I don't have underwear on to distract you,"  I added. 

"I don't know," he groaned.  "I love some of the lingerie I see you sneaking over to Chet's house in."

"Ok sir, I'll mix it up. But that'll be our little game. Since you can't have this body like you'd like, at least you should be able to see it when you want to," I said, finalizing the deal. "Ok.....slut, I'll be seeing you later," he smiled as he was leaving.

Tears were flowing from my eyes. I think almost none of it was from pain of the belt that I was feeling, only from the sublime humiliation.

"I knew you'd do something like that," Chet muttered.

"You just know every possible way to humiliate me, sir," I said softly.

"I think it just comes naturally for both of us," he beamed.  "Next time, maybe I will leave the door open," he joked. "We still have several more neighbors to get to see your slut body.

He unhooked me and I slumped to the ground. He carried me inside.

"The tits, sir," I moaned. "They are so fucking sore....oh my god, I've never had anyone do that to me before....."

"Remember your dream?" He asked, smiling. "I remember you mentioning the whip hitting your tits....the way you said it told me how much you secretly craved it.

I told him about my baseless fear earlier that he might not be cruel or wicked enough for me. I told him how I'd worried that he was falling for me.

He just smiled.  "I do like you around," he admitted.  "But, you are much more useful to me as a big tittied whore than a wife or girlfriend."

I think almost every other woman in the world would've been disgusted by that honesty.  Only the submissive in someone would've recognized it for what it was, the wonderful truth.

"I really did want Frank to fuck me like that, just to come up behind me and take my pussy while I was hanging there for him," I said as Chet nodded knowingly, it was funny how we thought alike and didn't need to hold anything back.

"I know what you are capable of now, my big tittied whore.  That opens the door to a whole new world."

I hugged him. "You were right about the punishment too, sir. I don't feel guilty at all for any of it. I need that."

He agreed.  "I didn't know if you could take all of it, what I had."

"I can, sir, I know that now. I felt as though you could whip me until I pass out."

Chet took my hands and held them over my head. He was holding me down, he was ready to take me. Chet took his hard cock and slid it easily into my well used pussy. I knew better than to ask him to go easy on me.  Even though his longer cock touches places in me Dominic will never reach I think Chet could feel how much I had been opened up.  He grunted. He pulled out, and without concern he shoved it in my ass.

I groaned. He just took what he wanted from me.  I could only ride the waves of pleasure crashing over both of us.  He came deep in me with a howl.  I was glad I could please him, it was what I was meant for.  He pulled out and collapsed beside me.

"Sleep for now, Natalie," he grinned.  "You still have to please Jeff many more times, and apparently Mark on Tuesday.  I'm having a hard time keeping up with all your new plans. I did like what you are doing for Frank. That should keep him in masturbation heaven for awhile."

"I know, sir," I sighed.  "I don't want to interfere with any of your plans, but of course, all those things were your ideas in the first place, or at least inspired by them.

"I know," he said behind those cool, confident blue eyes.  "I still have to figure out a way to have the other five guys in the neighborhood see you naked.  You don't make it easy on me, either."

"Well," I said hopefully. "You did say they could see me partially naked, that might make it easier, I could always just flash them or something..." I said before he cut me off.

"No, we both know that's not what you need.  I think they all need to see you, all of you.  There's no "partial" left in our arrangement.  They need to see everything my naked slut has. It's the only way to satisfy your craving for it all."

"I know," I said, my eyes nearly shut with exhaustion. "You are so fucking evil...."  I sighed...."and incredible."  The days of the month long contract were flying by, somehow I knew he'd press me to my absolute limits.

{End of "Natalie and the Neighbor- part 5, stay tuned for more chapters}



Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 06



{This is Natalie and the Neighbor-part 6. Read the previous chapters in order to make sense of this one}

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The days of my month long contract started flying by. Chet kept me busy. Each morning I got to pick out one of my sexy lingerie outfits and walk to his house that way. He let me go from my back door to his, though, he kept saying he had "other" ideas for showing me again to any other neighbors. I sucked him off like this daily. He seemed to be even harder and excited in the mornings. He'd make me thank him and then he'd send me on my way, my tummy full of his wonderful sperm.

A funny thing happened with Jeff, the neighbor on my other side. I'd been sucking him off as sort of a blackmail agreement with the naked pictures he had of me. It was hardly "true blackmail" since it was Chet's idea, and, neither of us cared less what Jeff did with the pictures. This was more about Chet making me do things like that for him. Two weeks into it he waved me over in the yard as he usually did when he saw me. He had a worried look on his face. I was ready to drop my robe and suck his cock when he stopped me.

"Nat, I can't keep doing this," he said reluctantly.

"What?" I asked. "Why not? I still have more than a dozen pictures to "work off."

"I can't," he said in a whisper. "My wife is home all the time now. Plus, I keep worrying about her finding those pictures on my camera or on my computer. I've got them on a flash drive but I think she can check my email now, I have to stop sending stuff like that."

"What are you saying?" I asked with a pout.

"I'm saying I can't have you suck me anymore. You can have the pictures back."

He handed me the flash drive. He had a look of remorse. I knew he didn't want this.

I batted my eyelashes at him. I was between the hedges in our "private" spot. I slipped the robe off. I was naked underneath.

"Nat!" He groaned frantically.

"I know," I purred. "One last time, I promise. Just to repay you for being kind enough to give the pictures back."

He looked around wildly. Finally, he hustled over. I sucked him off for the last time, naked. I let him use my mouth as he wished, fulfilling my "obligation" to him. He nearly choked me with his cum he was so excited.

He pulled out unceremoniously and stepped back. "That's it, Nat," he urged. "I mean it, that's the last one..." he sputtered. It sounded more like a request than a demand. I smiled. 

"Ok," I giggled. I walked away but not before giving him a long glimpse at my hot ass before putting the robe back on. I was done with him anyway. The blackmail idea was Chet's and I loved it, but it had run its course. I knew Chet would figure out a way to replace what I'd be missing. I didn't have any doubt of that.

I walked around to the front of my house to get the paper, which now only came once a week. I saw Frank standing in his yard. He saw me, waved, and smiled broadly. I had to blush, remembering everything he'd seen in Chet's garage. I was holding the flash drive. I had an idea. I went to Chet's and told him my idea and he agreed.

"It's the least we can do for him," Chet said approvingly.

I walked over to Frank, still in just my robe, though he didn't know I was naked underneath.

'Hey, um, whore," he said excitedly, under his breath after looking around nervously to be sure we were alone. 

I smiled knowingly. He could see that I approved. We exchanged pleasantries though I could tell he was quite nervous. His shrew of a wife wasn't home, thank goodness. I just came out and asked him what I wanted to know.

"Um, Frank. How've you been since...you know?" I said bashfully.

"Great!" He beamed. "That was....well...something else," he said nervously.

"Yeah, it was," I said. "Listen, about that...I can trust you to not tell anyone about that, right?" I asked, even though I knew he wouldn't, it was just an opening for me.

"Hell no," Frank said seriously. "If my wife ever found out that I saw all that....hell...." he shuddered.

"Good," I said sweetly. He really was a sweetheart of a guy. "Listen, do you have like an email account or a pc that is....well...private?"

"Yes," he said, "why?"

I handed him the flash drive of the dozen or so fully naked pictures of me that Jeff had taken. These were most of the more brazen ones, of my ass, of me bent over, of me with my legs spread.

"Take care of these for me," I cooed. "You deserve it." I started to walk away.

He asked, "what is this?"

"Oh, just pictures of me," I smiled flirtatiously. "Don't let anyone else see them." 

"I won't," he said, his breathing more jagged. "What kind of pictures are they?"

I turned back to him quickly after shooting a look around the neighborhood. The coast was clear. I flashed open my robe, allowing him to ogle my nakedness underneath.

"This kind," I giggled as I walked off. He was such a nice guy, I'd have given him a lot more than that if he was the kind to allow it. I knew he'd get a lot of pleasure out of the pictures though. It felt good to know that I was giving him some kind of outlet.

The days flew by in a mad haze. As I mentioned before I'd made arrangements with Mark to meet him at Paddy's and give him the same treatment I gave his friend, Rick. Mark was one of Rick's friends who watched Rick fuck me outside the bar recently. I'd had to agree to give him the same kind of treatment since I was told I couldn't say no. Chet spelled out how it all would happen. He loved guiding me, leading me, like his puppet. He wanted Mark to take me just like Rick did, with little fanfare or preliminaries. Ten minutes after downing our first drink I was out in the parking lot getting fucked like the slut I am. Chet made sure I went back into the bar, after, just so the regulars at Paddy's could see me, post-fuck, and allow them to entertain the thought of having me sometime as well. Chet instructed me that I'd be expected to let someone cum in me each time I went to Paddy's, even if I went there on my own, like I'd done in the past. I ended up fucking James that way too. He was Rick's other friend that had watched us have sex.

Chet also had me suck off a couple more of his friends, always at Chet's house. It was as if he was showing off his slut to them, he always played the good host and I always ended up swallowing a huge load. 

There was something brewing, though. I could feel the edge. Chet always left my pussy alone for a couple days beforehand, I knew it was because he wanted me completely charged up when he came up with something wonderfully wicked and creative. I was worried, however, there was just a bit more than a week left on our "contract." I worried about what that meant. I had gone into it hoping to fulfill all my lustful fantasies. I never had really thought about the after. In the beginning I hadn't stopped to consider what I might want after actually having to do it. I suppose I figured I'd be satiated, like after a huge meal, and not want to eat again anytime soon. I hadn't really thought about Chet, either. He never seemed to mention anything after the contract, he always stressed what we would do before the contract was up, as if that was a permanent end. I tried to push those thoughts out of my mind for now, though. I knew something was coming.

One morning, after I had sucked him off in a black panty and garter set, we were standing outside near his driveway. Suddenly, he took some small rocks and tossed them through two of his small kitchen windows. They shattered with a tremendous crash. 

"Oh my god," I said, startled. "Why did you do that, sir?"

He had an evil smile. "I didn't, you did."

"What?" I asked in shock.

"Yes, the story is, you broke those windows, by accident of course, when you were mowing your lawn."

"What? Why?" I whined.

"Because that way, you have to pay me back. I'd guess it'll be a couple hundred at least."

"You want me to pay you for that?" I said with a tear forming in my eye.

"Yes," he said firmly. "However, I don't want your cash. I'm going to have you work it off."

Now I could see it was just a plan forming. I just had to wait for it.

"Ok?" I said questioningly.

"The story is, you broke these windows by accident. You are short on cash. You and I have worked on an "arrangement" to pay me back."

"What is that, sir?"

He grinned cruelly. "By performing tasks that I demand. The first one is, be here in the driveway tonight at 8pm. Wear one of your bathing suit tops and cover it with a very thin, maybe white T-shirt. Then wear some nice, revealing shorts, oh, wear the bottom part of your suit underneath this time," he said, aware that he'd previously restricted me from wearing panties.

He wouldn't tell me what his plan was, he loved the mind fuck he knew he was giving me. He knew I'd be beside myself thinking about what might happen to me. There was but a week left in our arrangement, I wondered what he'd have me do.

The wait is always torturous. I kept glancing out at his house as if looking at it would give me any idea. I was surprised when I saw two other cars pull into his drive, then a third. I was scared out of my mind now. I could see some guys meeting Chet in his backyard, he was having a barbecue.

I got a text from him: "Slut, I have your first chore ready for you to pay me back for my windows. I've got the guys over for some steaks and to watch the game. Be here in 15 minutes."

I gulped, my breathing quickened. I thought about our contract. I thought about what I'd begged him to do to me. Display, humiliation, force, bondage. "Gawd," I thought, how many of those are going to happen tonight?"

I walked over to Chet's, my heart beating like the wings of a hummingbird. I was greeted by Chet, and three of my neighbors. I unconsciously blushed. I knew what they were there for, but did they? I had a feeling Chet wanted it to be a surprise for them. They all greeted me warmly, they were drinking beers, eating steaks and not so subtly ogling me in my bikini top and short shorts. 

Chet let me drink a glass of wine to calm me a bit before announcing, rather loudly, "ok guys, we have to let Natalie do what she needs to do," he said eyeing me with a sadistic grin. He knew the way he said Natalie would get my juices flowing freely. 

I still had no idea what he had in mind. He continued. "So, I'm letting her wash my car for 20 bucks. I figure she owes me about 300 so it's only a start."

I stuck out my lip in a pout as the other guys just gave each other a smile. I don't think any of these neighbors knew about the relationship Chet and I had. I was just some poor, unfortunate neighbor who broke some windows and now had to work it off. I could also see some lust developing, no doubt they knew they'd get to ogle me doing it. Chet motioned at the hose and the bucket he'd prepared for me. I slumped my shoulders and went and started washing his car. His car was closest to his back patio, at the back of driveway. It provided the guys a front row seat for the washing. They pretended to go back to watching the game on Chet's TV, within the screened in area, but I felt four sets of eyes ogling me as I started to spray down Chet's car with water. It was a hot day. I was sweating even before I started any heavy exertion. That, along with the occasional splash or mist from the hose, made my bikini top and my T-shirt stick together to my skin revealingly. The coolness of the water against my hot skin made my nipples protrude. I couldn't even look towards the guys, I knew what they could see.

I heard them begin to talk about me in whispers at first, as if they thought I couldn't hear. I couldn't really make out what they were saying but I knew they were commenting on my outfit and me, in general.

I heard one of them ask Chet, "so she broke your windows? How did you get her to agree to this?"

I heard Chet laugh, he spoke louder, I knew he wanted me to hear. "She said she was strapped for cash, I told her she had to come up with a way to make 300 bucks for the windows. I suggested chores around the house. This is the first one." Then, he added, "plus, stupid woman, I'm going to fix those windows myself, probably cost me like 40 bucks for both of them," he laughed.

The guys got a kick out of that. It pointed out how he was using me, it was like the guys now shared a little secret over the stupid slut. It was the kind of humiliation Chet knew I'd asked for. I pretended not to hear.

"Natalie," Chet yelled loudly in the way that we both knew was meant to light a fire in my pussy. "Don't forget the windows!"

I nodded. I knew what he really was asking me to do. I sprayed down his windows and then started rubbing them down with a soapy towel. I could've done this from the opposite side, as I'd have to bend over quite a bit in order to reach the middle of each side. I didn't. I stayed on the side the guys could see. I knew Chet would not want his slut hiding behind the car. By bending, I was allowing them all a great, long look at my ass, which wasn't even fully covered by my shorts, especially when I was bent over like that. I swear I heard some oohs and aahs. I'm only 5' 2" so I really had to reach and stand on my toes in order to try and get the whole window. By doing this it required me to press completely up against his car, which was wet. This made me wet as well. My shorts were now as wet as the rest of me. My outfit clung to me like a second skin. I stepped back to wipe my brow.

I don't know what it is about me, being displayed like this, but it does something to me, I swear. Chet was making sure that he pulled it out of me. After Chet's boldness mixed with the effects of the beer, the guys were less secretive and quiet. They were making racy comments they knew I could hear.

"Hey, you missed a spot!" One would say and they'd laugh when it required me to bend over and give them a show. The charade started to fade when they saw my lack of resistance to their requests. It became clearer to them that I accepted that being the show was part of my repayment. I was sweating heavily when I finished with Chet's car. Chet could see the heat in me, temperature and otherwise. He came out of the patio and took the hose from me. 

"You look hot," he grinned. He sprayed me with the cold water in a quick burst and I shrieked and tried to run from him, laughing. I came back, I was soaking. The guys were laughing and urging him to hose me down again. I just smirked at them.

"I have an idea," Chet said, as if it had just occurred to him. "Do you guys need your cars washed too?"

They all shouted a quick and decisive, "Yes!" In unison. 

I pretty much knew it was coming but I asked Chet, "how does that help you, si......" I started to call him Sir, before catching myself.

Chet looked at the guys. "Do you mind ponying up 20 bucks each to get your car washed by the little lady?"

There were no objections as three, crisp, 20 dollars bills quickly hit the coffee table. They made me shuffle the cards around. Chet obviously wanted me to do the washing near the back, since it was nearly completely hidden from the street. I started to hose down the second car, my face was red, this time from the heat of the day, even as I could feel the coolness of the water on my skin. I knew the heat was only increased by my humiliating display. I heard the guys talking, whispering again. 

Then, Chet spoke up. "Hey, the guys and me were wondering if you were too hot," there was a sexual flavor to the way he said it. He saw me turn, questioningly.

"We are willing to throw in an extra ten if you continue to do it, in just your bathing suit."

Only Chet knew I had a bikini bottom on under my shorts. I'd chosen a thong, thinking that it was for Chet. I was conflicted, as always. The logical part of me was screaming, "no, no," but my desires, those things that I'd kept deep inside me all this time were out shouting my senses.

I blushed deeply. "So..." I asked as if I was debating it in my head, "20 bucks per car...plus ten more per car, if I strip to my suit?"

Chet nodded. He liked how I was playing his game. I added some more spice to it, the way I could humiliate myself just added to my growing need.

"I, um, only have a thong on underneath," I said bashfully.

I heard the guys gasp excitedly. "I think that maybe if you gave me 20 more per car I'd do it..." I said, my voice barely over an embarrassed whisper.

I heard the guys agree immediately but Chet was a master at this. 

"Listen, Natalie," he smirked, knowing how he had just reduced me to a quivering pool in front of him, "you're the one without the money to pay me. I think 10 bucks is too much already, actually, but I've been nice about it so far," he growled dominantly.

I heard the guys behind him groan in weak protest. Chet was in charge here, of that there was no doubt. They probably thought I'd back out, they had no idea that I couldn't, or wouldn't.

"Ok, sir," I choked out. Chet shot me a grin when I said, "Sir," he enjoyed the reaction it got from the guys. 

I peeled off my wet T-shirt to appreciative comments and ogles. It was more silent when I peeled off my shorts, revealing my knock out ass to them, only slightly covered by the tiny black string down my crack. 

All the pretext was done, we all knew this wasn't about the car washing anymore, it was about displaying the slut. The guys were beside themselves in glee, they no longer restricted their catcalls and requests. They could see I was willing, even if I continued to act the reluctant, hesitant part. Everyone there also knew Chet was in charge. He ordered me around, usually per their requests. One of them was to soap up the car really good. Then, he made me lean over the hood, revealing my barely clad ass obscenely, which also resulted in me getting soap all over me. I knew this was the reason behind it. I played along. I made sure I got soap everywhere as I did it. I'd stop now and again to rub it over me, as if I was rubbing off the sweat, but we all knew. I was displaying myself for them, as they wanted. My nipples were straining, hard, against the material of my top, which I knew drew a lot of attention. My ass, even my pussy, depending on how I was bending, stretching, also were being enjoyed.

I finished rinsing off the second car. Chet came up to me. He barked, "Put your hands on the hood, don't move." I did as he asked. He kicked open my feet widely.

He soaked me down with the hose as the guys whooped it up. He rinsed the soap off of me and took special pleasure in focusing on spraying my ass and as a result of the way I was bent and open, my pussy. The cool water pulsating on my pussy oddly only added to the heat that was burning there. He turned me around and made me put my hands behind me as he sprayed my tits. My nipples were now threatening to cut their way through my top they were so fucking hard. He stopped and smiled. 

The guys went back to drinking their beer and exchanged lustful thoughts, no doubt, as I brought the third car up for washing. I asked Chet, "how much is that, so far? How much have I earned?"

He smiled. "Twenty for the first car, thirty for the second, that's 50. Just 250 to go," he laughed. 

"Oh?" I asked. I loved the game playing. "I thought it was 20 for the first and second car, then ten more dollars from each guy on that second one."

"Heck no," smirked Chet. "That second car wasn't worth 60 bucks, was it guys?"

I knew every one of those guys were thinking, "hell yeah it was!" But they didn't want to interfere with Chet. He was in control so they simply went along with him.

"Well, that's not fair," I pouted as I stomped my foot dramatically for them. My titties jiggled for them.

That gave Chet his next idea, if he hadn't already considered all of this first.

"Well, we might up the price for the next car, depending...." he said suggestively.




Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 06



"Depending on what?" I asked bashfully. 

"How about 100 bucks," Chet grinned.

"Wow, 100, really?" I gushed excitedly. "What do I have to do?"

"Just take off your top," he growled lustfully.

"Ohhh," I moaned. "I don't know if I could do that," I said as my pussy dripped in anticipation. We both knew I'd do it. We both also knew how I had to be humiliated along with it.

"Look," Chet said in irritation, "if you want to just write me a check for the 300, or hell, even 250 now, then do it and we'll be done with all of it, otherwise....take off the fucking top."

"Oh god," I whispered as all their eyes were devouring me. They couldn't believe how Chet was treating me, how he was controlling me, it just added fuel to an already raging fire. I slowly reached behind me and undid the top and let it fall to the ground, amidst appreciative gasps.

I washed that third car topless, my body now only covered by my teeny little thong. I was glad that I was dripping from the spray and the sweat, otherwise I swear they'd see my pussy soaking in my own arousal. Again, I was made to soap myself up. Now, with my tits out, I couldn't even act like this was about the car washing. I lewdly rubbed the soap all over me, all over my bare tits, all over my belly, my ass, even my pussy. My fingers even slid under the fabric a few times, grazing my frantic pussy lips. I swear if Chet had demanded me to rub myself to orgasm right there, in front of those guys I'd have been able to cum in seconds. The mind fuck alone, though, making me ache for it, in his typical fashion.

Chet rinsed me off again, to the delight of the group. My hard nipples now exposed to all. I was unable to hide their state of frenzied excitement. Chet was typically cool and in control, though. He ordered me to get the last car and he made the guys sit and drink some more as a break. I was soaked, dripping in torrents as I approached them again. He told me to take a break. The guys were now delighted as they sat and ate their steaks, drank their beer, while the topless, big tittied slut of a neighbor was forced to sit there while they ogled freely. The wine I was drinking went down like water. I had to sit there as they openly leered. It was part of the game, Chet's wonderfully wicked game to humiliate me as I'd always craved. I'd have never imagined anything like this, though. I wondered if this was just his way of making sure everything was done before our contract was up. Chet brought me a towel and let me dry myself off, as everyone got to watch, naturally. Only the tiny thong allowed me to keep any dignity at all.

The boys were getting quite a buzz on, now. The alcohol and the meal had managed to slow them down a bit from their earlier excitement. The excitement was more subdued now, but the air was still electric. It just needed refocusing. Chet was up to the task.

"Ok, Natalie," he said, glaring at me as he spoke, his voice sending tremors deep within me.

"We've all been nice, so far, haven't we guys?" He said as the guys perked up with enthusiastic assents. "And for your part you've been a real trooper," he said with an evil smile. "But honestly, you've earned 150 bucks so far, that's only halfway there. I suppose I could arrange things in the future, but I think you'd like to be done with this all, in one shot, am I correct? You'd like to just have it done with, behind you, right?" He asked me. For a second I thought that maybe he was thinking dually of my "repayment" as well as the month long contract as well.

I looked up at him in that conflicted fear driven ball of lust I'd come to know so well. "Yes, sir," I said softly. That hushed the guys.

"So, I think I speak for everyone here that you'll have fulfilled your payment to me for the windows if you'll just do one more thing," he said, shooting me a knowing, private glance.

"What is that, sir?" I said in abashed shame, already knowing the answer.

"You wash that last car for us, completely nude..." he began as the scarlet wave of embarrassment flowed through me. "....and I think we can consider your debt for the windows paid, right guys?"

His proposal was met with unanimous, lustful support.

"That will get me out of the 300, sir?" I asked, whimpering.

"Yes," he said firmly. "As long as you do it along with any request I might have in the way you go about it."

"Requests? Isn't it bad enough I have to be naked in front of you all?" I whined, my head swirling. We both knew I wanted it. He just wanted the spice of humiliation as dessert.

"Listen, slut," he barked, to the shock of the others. It almost took the breath from me. "We know what you are," he growled. "Don't you think we know? We do. Do you not think we know you are getting off on flaunting your slut ass and tits for us?"

"Oh, godddd," I said under my breath. I was practically melting with desire for it. "So, don't act like we don't know what you are, just a teasing little slut who gets off on prancing around for guys. So, you do it for us. Take off that slut thong you have on. Like you didn't wear that over here on purpose, hoping we'd see you showing almost all of your ass for us."

The others nodded their agreement. I'm sure they realized it too, "that's right, why the hell would she have dressed in such skimpy attire if she didn't want us to see her?"

The command in his voice was mesmerizing. He knew I was just trying to hold out in the game long enough for it to reach the height of humiliation for me. 

He laid it on thick, "So, get that fucking thong off your young, tight ass. Let us see that ass, that pussy, like you know you want us to. Don't try and hide it either. Wash that fucking car, totally naked, and let us see the slut in you, in all your glory. Stop when we want you to, bend how we want you to, touch yourself how we want you to. Or, write me a check for what you owe me and get your slut ass out of here, is that clear?" He barked.

"Oh god, yes sir," I moaned. I stood up. I couldn't look at any of them, I couldn't even look at Chet, it was total submission. I couldn't even look him in the eyes.

I turned my back to them and let my thong slip off my ass and down my legs for them.

"Yes," Chet growled. "I knew you wanted us to see you like this. Don't be shy. You can't hide anything now. Turn around, let us see you."

I had tears dripping down my cheeks as I turned to them in complete shame. They now could see me, all of me, my tits, with the nipples perked to obscene levels, and my freshly trimmed pussy, a boil in frustrated heat. I'm sure they could even smell me.

I washed that car like that, naked, dripping from lust and shame. Chet made me stop many times and bend over, like when I had to wash the tires. He made me spread myself in every way possible for their lustful enjoyment. He even made me stop using the towel, instead, having to use my arms, and my tits to rub the soap over the car. I finally finished, I was so fucking horny I could barely stand. I came back to the men, soaked, sweaty, and flush with lust.

"Go get your top," Chet commanded. I let them ogle my walk to the car where I'd dropped my top. I brought it back for him. He made me pick up my thong as well. They were dangling from my finger.

"If you want, maybe you can make a little extra money," Chet said smoothly. "Let the guys bid on your top and your thong. Maybe that'll keep you out of money woes for a bit."

"Oh god, sir," I whined in crimson shame. "I'm not a whore."

He looked at me coldly, though I knew it was part of our relationship, part of the core of why I, we, were doing this. "Yes you are," he said cruelly. "You are just a big tittied whore who likes to display herself to guys. Stop trying to deny it. Look at you, you are fucking naked in front of 4 men and do I need to have you show us how excited you are?" He mocked.

I quickly acceded to his wishes. "Yes, boys, who wants to buy my top, how much do you want for it?"

The guys played along. They bid each other up slowly. Chet thought he'd sweeten the deal, for me, for my need. 

"Tell you what, guys. Whoever gets the top also gets what it contained," he grinned. The guys shot him excited looks. "I don't think the big tittied slut would mind if whoever bids highest for the top also gets to feel up those big slut tits, right whore?"

I was shrinking. I was being reduced to just a puddle in front of them.

I choked out, "yes. You can feel up my tits..."

Chet said. "There you have it boys, I told you the whore would be up for it. Ok, winner gets five minutes with the whore's tits. Don't worry, I'll let you have the time in private." He pointed to his small storage room, adjacent to his garage. "Five minutes in heaven," he chuckled, sending a shock wave through me as he was purposely recalling my experience in college where I spent five minutes in a closet with a guys who could do whatever they wanted.

The price suddenly went from 5$ up to 25$ rather quickly. Finally, the bidding stopped there. The man ogled my tits freely as he obtained his prize.

"Natalie," Chet said, weakening my knees again. "Take this fine gentleman into the storage room and allow him access to your tits. I'll let you know when the time is up.

I did so. The man's hands were all over my flesh in a frantic frenzy. He also tried to kiss me and touch my ass and my pussy. I managed to fend off most of it but he did manage to touch all of me, even getting his fingers wet on my slit, before I could do so. He kept urging me to meet him later, somewhere, so he could do what he wanted to me. I managed to tell him no, even though I wanted to fuck anything and everything I could at that point. Chet called out the time and I took my rather reluctant bidder back into the open, his hands still tugging at my nipples.

Chet gathered them together again. Now the bidding was for my thong. He passed it around the group. Each one took an embarrassing sniff of it. My excitement was betrayed. Chet made sure he voiced that.

"See that, guys? Smell that pussy? I told you the whore was into it, you shouldn't question that now, smell how fucking wet she was getting, parading around you like that."

One of the guys asked the obvious question. "What else do we get if we're the high bidder, do we get to fuck that pussy?"

Chet was totally in control of things, thankfully. He laughed. "Although I'm sure she'd like it, I can't be responsible for making her do something like that," he winked to me secretly. "No, five minutes in heaven again, her pussy is yours to touch, to explore...." he said as the guys protested. Chet grinned. "Ok, as a bonus, since the thong covers her ass too, we'll throw that in, five minutes.....no, we'll make this more interesting....ten minutes with the whore's pussy and ass, probe all you want with your fingers, your tongue, just no cock." 

The guys were dejected by the restriction but still totally onboard with the idea. This time the bidding was wild. It was over one hundred bucks before it stalled a bit. I was awash in my own lust. I had needs, I had desires. I needed more. I whispered something to Chet. He grinned.

"Ok, the whore has decided to up the ante. And by the way, did I not tell you that she was a willing whore?" He chuckled before telling the guys what I'd said.

"Ok, we seem to be stalled at 100$" Chet noted. The whore has sweetened the deal considerably. Fifteen minutes in heaven," Chet grinned, although he was leaving out a major part of the deal. He knew what he was doing, though, the bidding shot up again. It was over 125$ when he again stopped the bidding.

Chet spoke up again. "15 minutes with the whore's ass and pussy and that's it?" He said, as if disappointed. "Hell, I'll give her 130$" He said. It surprised us all, he hadn't participated in the bidding to this point. The guys groaned dejectedly. Chet was in charge, I don't think anyone wanted to cross his line. He then added the final humiliating piece in which I myself had asked for.

"Ok, final offer," he grinned. "twenty minutes with the whore's pussy and ass...and...." he said teasingly as the guys leaned in excitedly. "....and the cock sucking slut will suck the cum out of you," he added, as the guys hands shot up immediately for more bids.

The bids were flying, even as Chet spelled out the deal succinctly. "For ten minutes you can play with the whore's pussy and ass, the last ten minutes she'll suck your cock and swallow every drop," he said lustfully. "In fact, if she isn't able to get you off in the ten minutes the punishment will be that she'll give you back your money, finish you off anyway, and I'll send in the 2nd highest bidder who gets the same treatment. And if she isn't able to get that guy off either, then the next guy."

I groaned. I wanted it, I don't know if everyone but Chet knew it, but I wanted it, I wanted it all. I loved the challenge, though. "Don't worry, sir, I'll get him off," I said confidently.

Chet smiled, "we'll see."

The bidding topped out at 200$. I think it would've gone higher but that was the most that anyone of them happened to have in their wallets. I knew it didn't matter to Chet, or me, how much it was, hell, if it had been 25$ it wouldn't matter, it was just the humiliation of having to whore myself out to one (or perhaps more) of my neighbors.

That guy proceeded to finger fuck me madly. I found a stool and bent over it to make it easier for him. This gave him easy access to both my holes. He used them both with his sweaty, frantic fingers. I wanted to cum so badly but I knew this wasn't about me. Chet was calling out the minutes from outside as the others could only listen to me moan and wonder why they hadn't brought more money. I wanted to be up to the challenge. I told the guy to get his cock out, before the ten minute mark. I knew that if he stroked himself hard first, it'd be a lot easier to accomplish. It worked, when Chet called out the ten minutes I spun around quickly to find a nice hard cock jutting out, ready for me. I blew him furiously. I felt like a madwoman, engulfing his cock. I wanted it, I wanted his cum in me. I wanted to have to walk out of that shed, naked, my face glistening from my cock sucking, just to have the other guys see what a slut I'd been. As he approached orgasm, I could hear Chet count down the minutes. Suddenly, a wicked thought occurred to me. I had two minutes left, he was bucking against my face rhythmically. The thought occurred that if I didn't get him off I'd be sucking the next guy too. Hell, I didn't need nor want the money. I wanted humiliation, I wanted the shame of doing it, I wanted the cum. My own pride and lust had had me attacking his cock with gusto when I should've just been teasing it, forcing me to pay with even more humiliation. 

By the time I'd realized my stupidity it was too late, the guy was too far gone. I tried to grip his cock tightly but it was too late, he was starting to spurt. He was groaning loudly, trying to get me to release my grip so he could fill me. Reluctantly I gave him what he wanted. He released himself into my throat with a loud groan. I knew everyone heard because I heard them clapping outside. We walked out, both of us red faced. Indeed, my face was glistening with fresh cum as Chet nodded in approval. I licked it up in front of all of them. Chet checked the floor of the shed to make sure I hadn't dropped any. I was actually disappointed he didn't find any. I knew I could handle more, I wanted more. It was over, though. The guys all slapped hands and congratulated each other on such a great evening. I stood there shamefully nude, having to endure it all. Chet made me drive each of their cars up to them, naked as I was, and let them all kiss me goodnight, which also allowed them to paw me freely for a few moments. I had to thank each and every one of them. Finally, the last was gone.

Chet called me to him. I staggered over to him, my head filled with a cacophony of thoughts, all scattered and overwhelming.

"Fuck, sir," I panted, still dripping in lust and sweat.

"Yes, that was awesome," he grinned. "And, that makes five of the seven neighbors that have seen you completely naked," he reminded me. "We only have a week left. The other two I've already accounted for," he said, foreshadowing.

"I know, sir," I moaned. "It's been a crazy, incredible, shocking, disturbing, scary, wonderful month," I admitted.

"Yes, hard to imagine if you'd said 3 months, or six months," he said knowingly.

It was the first time he'd mentioned the future. Even with this it always seemed like he considered the month to be the terminating point. He was probably right, though, I couldn't even make myself think past the next week.

"You know I'd have finished them all, sir," I said, my eyes darting away from his cool countenance.

He smiled confidently, smugly. "I knew you would too," he said. "In fact, I'm surprised you didn't," he chuckled softly. "I was fully expecting you to "fail" getting that first guy off, or I expected to find some cum on the ground you "accidentally" left. I thought all three of those guys would be filling your whore mouth today."

I blushed. "I know, sir. It was stupid pride, really. I wanted so much to prove what a willing, cocksucking slut I was to you, to them," I panted, my lust growing again, "that I blinded myself to what I really could've have otherwise."

He shook his head. "I don't think two more cocks would quell the fire in you anyway, so it's no loss," he said.

"I don't think so either, sir," I said softly. "Unless you let them all have me," I said barely above a shameful whisper.

He said sternly but compassionately, "patience, Natalie, everything can't end in a gang bang or else, where would you go from there?"

I hadn't considered it. "Too much can be as bad, or worse, than not enough, you know?" He said. "Trust me. Are you not crazy with lust right now?"

I nodded quickly. It was obvious. "Then it was the right amount," he said. "Speaking of that, how much did you make?"

I saw the pile of money on the table. "Um, well the 300$ to you is paid. I made 25$ on the top and 200$ on the thong, so I netted 225$, sir. I didn't really need the money, sir. Why don't you take it?" I said, offering it to him.

"No, no, you earned it. If I take it then you are just a slut who paraded around naked and sucked some guy's cock. If you take it, you are a whore who'll strip, play with herself, and suck some guy's cock for money."

I flushed scarlet again at his description of me. He made me say it, though.

"Which one are you, Natalie?"

"I'm a whore and slut, sir," I said. "I'm a slut who'll do anything you ask her to do with anyone you ask me to, and, I'm now a whore who'll take money for it, sometimes...." I said softly. He was cranking up the heat in my pussy. It was screaming for release. He was working me like a virtuoso cellist.

I was still standing there naked, in his driveway. He could see my longing, my need. He was just making me stew in it. He looked across the road. Frank was out in his yard, it was nearly dark now.

"How bad do you need to cum right now?" He teased. "How bad do you want it, what would you do to get satisfaction, right here, right now?" He said, tormenting me.

"Anything, sir, anything at all, you know me. I'll do anything for you, sir."

"I know how you like Frank, for whatever reason. Why you feel like you need to tease that poor man, I have no idea but, ok....if you'll do anything, then do this. Go to the end of the driveway as you are. Make sure no one else sees you, we don't need some of the jealous bitch wives in the neighborhood calling the police on you," he grinned evilly before adding, "although....I'd most certainly like to see them slap the cuffs behind your back with you like that and take their time getting you back to the station...."




Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 06



I nearly wet myself with that thought. He was so fucking evil, so genius at what thoughts clicked in my head.

"So, sneak to the end of the driveway where my car is. Get his attention, that shouldn't be hard, seeing how you are "dressed," he smirked.

"Then what, sir?" I panted in expectation. 

"Then, I want you to get yourself off for him, from across the street. Let him watch you scratch that need in your whore pussy until I hear you screaming in release. Well, screaming might not be wise, let him hear you stifle your moans as you cum on your hand for him."

"Oh fuck," I moaned. We both knew I couldn't wait, however. I found myself at the end of Chet's driveway. Frank wasn't paying attention, he was watering his lawn.

"Fuck," I thought. "Am I going to have to sneak over there just to get him to look?" I started to throw small rocks across the street towards him. I know Chet had to be laughing his ass off, watching me, naked, trying to get some guy's attention just so he could watch me pleasure myself.

Finally Frank looked. His surprise was instant, even though he was starting to get used to my slutty antics. I put my finger over my lips for him to keep this between us, he understood. I knew his wife was home, we had to be careful. I stood behind a bush, which blocked out most of his house from sight. I leaned my ass back against Chet's car trunk. I propped one foot up on the bumper. My hand instantly shot to my pussy. "My god," I thought, "I'm fucking soaked." I saw Frank watch me intently. I saw him mouthing the word, "whore," at me with a smile, as I'd begged him to. It ratcheted up my excitement. My hand was moving in a flurry, I was forced to listen to my own excitement as my pussy sloshed to the furious rhythm. In my head it was so loud the whole neighborhood would hear. That thought drove me over the edge, the thought of the whole neighborhood knowing I was out there, naked, getting myself off while someone watched me. Chet was right, I had to stifle my screams with my other arm, I nearly bit myself in lust, covering my mouth.

Frank grinned broadly. I saw him mouth the words, "thank you," before adding with a wink, "...whore."

Red faced I retreated back to Chet's patio. He fucked the absolute hell out of me that night. He tied me up and used my pussy until I was screaming. He kept telling me he had to make up for all those guys today who didn't get this pussy. He kept making me say I was sorry I didn't please them all. He made me tell him the truth. He didn't put words in my mouth, he made me say it, how I truly felt, that I was truly sorry I hadn't pleased every one of those cocks today, over and over. It drove him mad with lust, his thrusts grew more urgent, more frantic with each of my admissions.

"I could just tie you down outside tonight," he growled. "Stake you outside in the backyard and just call them all up and tell them where you are."

My mind was already blown by all of it. I felt my pussy explode with another orgasm as that thought made its way all the way to my core.

"You'd like that," he grunted. "You'd like me to do that, wouldn't you?"

I could barely answer his needy thrusts, let alone form a coherent answer. I don't really think he needed one.

"In the backyard, helpless, exposed, willing," he grunted. "Ready for anything."

"Anything, sir," I moaned as I built myself to another peak.

"You're going to end up fucking them all," he moaned, he was close, he was getting himself worked up with his fantasy.

"Every one, sir," I lustily replied. "I should've let them today, sir," I moaned, my orgasm close. I was trying to match his.

"Yesss," he groaned, "I should punish you for that," he panted as his eyes glazed over with intense desire.

"You will, sir, you will," I screamed as I couldn't hold back. I was cumming on his cock just as he let loose a torrent of his cum inside me. He was filling me, holding me down, making me take all of him. I wanted all of him. He thrashed nearly uncontrollably as he filled me. I could only open up and let him do it, my hands were bound above me. Finally, we slumped together. We both mouthed the word, "wow,' at the same time.

He let me free. He just looked at me for the longest time as his hands danced lightly over my naked flesh.

"A week left," he said almost remorsefully. 

"I know," I moaned.

I got up to clean myself up. On the way back I stopped in the doorway of the bedroom. I popped my head in. He was eyeing me questioningly.

"Sir?" I said with a shy smile. "Where do you keep your rope and your backyard stakes?" I teased.

"Natalie," he said in that wonderfully masterful way, "you are incorrigible."

Just the way he spoke to me made me want to get on my back in his backyard then and there.

He called me to him. He patted the bed firmly. I felt like a scolded child. He motioned for me to lay over his knees. I whimpered. I knew what was coming. He spanked me, firmly, and soundly, all the while fiddling with my clit with a finger from his other hand. He had me dancing in his lap. Spanking, flicking, spanking, flicking, it drove me insane. I came for the umpteenth time that day, it felt like. Then, he smoothed my ass softly with his hands and kissed and licked it tenderly.

"I love spanking your ass," he said with awe in his voice. "I'm going to miss it....just another week," he reminded me. I suddenly felt loss and remorse, at that thought. I tried to put it out of my mind. "Oh well," I thought, I'll make sure it's the week of both of our lives."

{End of Natalie and the Neighbor-part 6, look for the conclusion coming soon!}



Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 07



The days were winding down. Chet let me "rest" after the car washing scene. He gave me a very uncomfortable few days off. I was like a caged animal. I had all the energy for the final push but he was delaying it, making me wait. I had envisioned being on call for it, for anything, the entire last week. I'd assumed it would be wild and non-stop. Chet was an expert in the psychological aspects of it all, though. I'm sure he knew that by delaying my gratification he was only increasing it. He only teased and frustrated me further by denying me the pleasure of getting him off in the mornings with my mouth. I'd assumed he'd want that every time he had the chance, given we only had a few days left of my sexual servitude "contract."

He made me think about everything. I thought about everything I'd done, everything I'd felt. I thought about the contract, what I'd asked for, what I'd begged for from him. I thought about how much we'd done together, how much I still ached to do. Since neither of us mentioned time beyond the month long "deal" I assumed it was a finite point and that he would just want to walk away. In my head I just came to the conclusion that, really, who would really want me like this? Who would really be interested in someone with such a perverted and dirty streak? We both had dismissed the absurd notion of being a "couple" in the true sense. Although we might enjoy each other, in this way, neither of us had any inclination to want to "date" each other or fall in love. I was putting myself in his shoes. Once I'd done everything I could think of to use the dirty slut, would I really want anything else from her? I understood that. I really did. Didn't stop me from crying about it, though, during those couple days waiting anxiously for whatever was left.

I got a text from him, finally. It was just two days before our "last day."

"Slut, there's still the matter of two neighbors who haven't seen you totally naked yet."

I texted back: "I know, sir. Did you have a plan?"

"Not a specific one," he wrote. "But I do see them out walking their dog. See if you can work with it," he wrote. "Also, regarding your month long use, I want you to write me a short email about it, especially anything you've missed."

I exhaled sharply. The nervousness was back, the excitement. It was amazing how so little from him gave me so much. I looked out my upstairs window. I saw them, walking their little wiener dog. They are a gay couple. Not because of their dog, just that they were! I hadn't really stopped to think about that when I basically begged Chet to let all the adult males in the neighborhood to be able to see me naked. In a way, though, I realized how much more embarrassing and humiliating that may be, having to show myself to two guys who probably could care less about seeing me.

I thought quickly. I knew they usually walked down one side of the block and then came back past my house on the way back. They were on the other side, I had a little bit of time.

I threw on my nightie which was sheer, light, nearly see thru. It didn't matter that it was see thru to me, since it would end up on the ground. I chose it because of its lightness and the ease at which it would slip off of me. I wanted it to appear accidental, the rationalization being that it'd be much easier to give me some "plausible denial" that it was done on purpose.

I ran down to my front door. I had an idea. I have a small gate just off my front porch. Sometimes it sticks so often I just squeeze between the gate and the hedge to save time. On more than one occasion, I've scraped myself on the edge of the gate, or the shrubbery, in order to get through. The gate has one particular nail, about rib cage high that has scratched me and caught the material of whatever I was wearing. I snuck outside. They were down at the end of the street now, doubling back on my side. I saw my newspaper sitting at the end of the driveway in a plastic bag. I reached the gate. I inspected the side of the post carefully. I located the nail. I pulled on it, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until it had some play, then I pulled it back a bit so that it was sticking in the direction I was coming from. I slid in between the gate and the brush once, then twice, to see if the nail would catch, this had to work perfectly. Each time it hooked my lacy nightie in just the right spot. I waited. I heard them approaching. Just when I knew they were at the head of my driveway I stepped between the gate and the hedge. The nail found my nightie but just started to rip it, not catch it. To make matters worse, one of the barbs of the shrubbery caught the other side of it. I wriggled quickly and furiously to get free. Suddenly, it worked too perfectly, the nightie was caught on both sides and as I fell backwards it ripped it off of me on both sides in spectacular fashion. It set me off balance and I staggered backwards until I fell on my now naked butt on the grass on the other side of the driveway. 

My stunning entrance was taken in completely by two sets of eyes, well three, if you count the wiener dog, who barked madly at the crazy naked lady who appeared from nowhere.

"Oh my," they both said in harmony.

I'm sure I was as red as could be as I stumbled to my feet. One of them reached over to help me.

I started to explain what happened but they could clearly see it. My nightie was still hanging from the nail and the brush, swaying in the wind.

"Oh my gosh, oh my," I stammered, red faced.

"Don't you worry about a thing, hon," one of them whispered. "It's just us girls here," he giggled.

The other one shot his lover a glance as if to say, "don't you dare flirt with that skank!"

I apologized profusely as their dog sniffed at my ankles and then started trying to poke his nose higher.

The stern one sniffed, "your nose doesn't belong there, princess."

The nicer one noticed I had scratches and a cut on each side of my rib cage. "You'd better tend to those, dear." Then he looked at my naked backside. "Oh my, you have some back there as well."

I tried to see it but each time I turned, naturally it turned away from me. I said in embarrassment, "I'll have to see that in the mirror later."

The nice one said, "you also have some grass...er....stuck on you there."

"Where?" I asked. I was spinning and turning for them, allowing them the opportunity to see me everywhere, as I had been required to do. Finally, in exasperation, he just reached to my backside and brushed the grass off of me.

The stern one hissed his disapproval before yanking the wiener dog and his lover back on their course for home.

"Shhh," the nice one said, "it's all our little secret," he giggled. I smiled as I turned away from them. That was it, now all my male neighbors had seen everything I've got. I suddenly felt sad, though. What was left for Chet and I?

The last couple evenings Chet had been working on the fence on the side of our yard. He mentioned he was replacing some faulty sections. I watched him wistfully, sweating, his muscles firm and taut and I thought about how this had all started, with me watching him from afar like this. Everything had started from what was once just a fantasy and this particular neighbor who was making it all possible. I felt myself getting choked up so I lost myself in work.

I settled in to write him a short email about my month, as he required.

I wrote: "Sir. This month has been the shortest of my life. The word that sums it up is, "wow." I'd never have imagined just weeks ago I'd gone from where I was to where I am now. That was the reason I wanted you to be the one to control things. I somehow felt that you had a dominant and perverted streak which I needed. I can't complain about anything we've done together."

"I wanted humiliation, you gave it to me. All the men in the neighborhood have seen me now, all of me. I have to live with that shame daily. It was what I asked for, but never even dared to imagine it fully. I asked to be used roughly and I've taken it harder and more forcefully than I ever have. I asked to be spanked and whipped and you've seen to it that I sit painfully for days, some times, after. I had barely even considered what I was saying when I asked you to display me, share me with others but you made me see what that would be like in the real world."

"What I begged you for, I got. Some things I didn't understand, like why so many days off? But I'm sure that even that was cleverly calculated by you. If anything, if I was in your position, I'd have used me harder, more often, but I understand how making me think about it just heightened the experiences, when they came."

"I can only say, I haven't missed anything except for more. I expected to be sent out more, like back to Paddy's to give more people a chance at me. In fact, I really thought somehow you'd have me pleasing Al too." 

Al was the 60 something owner of the bar. I had just fantasized about how embarrassing it would be having to please him too. I went back to my email.

"More whippings, harder. More restraint. More anal sex...more anal sex with restraint," I quipped. I clicked "send."

It was now Friday, the day that ended our month of exploration. I wondered if the car washing thing was the finale. I kicked myself for expecting more than that out of anyone. It had be solely the most exciting thing I'd ever done and here I was wanting, needing more. I felt guilty for even thinking that way. 

I got a text from Chet: "read your email."  I opened the email quickly, my hands quivering with excitement. "My beautiful big tittied whore...." it began. I smiled, even as a tear formed in my eye at the thought of it all ending.

"Tonight is your final task. Your month long servitude is over at midnight."

The tears were falling, I couldn't stop them. My nipples were poking through my t-shirt though, and my pussy was wet with anticipation. He did have plans for me," I gushed to myself.

"Tonight, I thought it would be fitting for you, and us, to end this as it started, at the fence. You remember, right? How you flirted with me until you had the courage to finally come out and ask for what you wanted? Your last email confirmed it again."

He continued, "you wanted to be controlled sexually. You wanted to be shown off, displayed like a common slut. You wanted me to share you, if that was my wish. You wanted to feel the rough, forced type of sex you'd been craving. You wanted to be bound, taken, shared and along with that humiliated in having to admit that that's what you enjoy and what you need. You wanted it to be one month long so that I had time to make sure that you got to experience at least a taste of all of that. Tonight, we can finish our contract. I don't expect you to even acknowledge me after this, if that is your choice, but tonight, I still own you."

"Tonight will be all of that. After tonight, hopefully you can never say you didn't experience everything you asked for. You only need to show up. So, from now on, the rest of the day, I want you to ignore my house, I know you look over here constantly. Don't. I want you to put on your ipod and don't take it off until you are required here. Part of the joy of your humiliation has always been the surprise. Not knowing will be more exciting, trust me, again, as you have this whole month. Then, at 7:30 I'll meet you at your sliding glass door in the back. I'll have a blindfold. Don't panic, it's for the surprise, I don't intend on not letting you see the whole night. Be naked, completely. There will be no need for clothing on this night. See you then, your master (until midnight), Chet."

My thoughts were a jumble. How does one find reassurance with this kind of thing? I've always totally sucked at it. I'm always just a nervous bundle of jagged nerves. My thoughts race, my heart pounds, my pussy betrays all of the fear though. It's as if it takes a direct signal from deep within me, while the rest of me struggles with the "reason." My pussy doesn't need the reason.

I took a long bath, it didn't help. I tried some calming tea, again, it was useless. I had to fight every urge in me to masturbate. I was thinking it might help calm me but I also knew Chet would not approve. I wanted this last day to be right for him. I owed him. I thought about that more. I owed him everything. One month ago I'd come to him out of the blue with just a thought. It was just a crazy idea I'd had. It was just a bunch of fantasies that I really hadn't even totally formulated yet. He made me formulate them, he made me specify them, to write them down in black and white. Then, he proceeded to interpret them and then make them happen. 

I thought about how he made me suck his friends. I thought about how quickly and wonderfully he picked up on my desire for that and he went with it, even at the expense, no doubt, of getting his own cock sucked at times.

I thought about Paddy's, the local bar where I'd now rightfully earned a reputation as an easy slut. I thought about how easy it will be for me now, when I need it, when I have a craving for it. He'd given me that. He'd let me experience the humiliation of people knowing that I'm a slut, which I'd only vaguely described to him. He'd made it real in me. No doubt many lucky guys there will get to reap the benefits of that in the future. I have him to thank for that.

I thought about being exposed to each and every one of my adult male neighbors. I thought about how exquisite that humiliation is. He gave me the ability to experience that shame each and every time I see one of them. They've all seen me. No doubt, in some shape, fashion, or form, I'll find myself letting some of them see me again. I've had to please a couple of them too, no doubt my future will include some of that as well.

I thought about how roughly he was allowed to fuck me, to spank me, to whip me, torment my nipples. Again, it was just a unformulated idea before him, now it was concrete. I know what I can take, I know what I enjoy. I have him to thank for that.

I thought about how he knew of my love of bondage, restraint, he used it on me often. It no longer was just a fantasy. He'd shown me how good it could be.

One month, I realized how quickly it had gone. I found myself ruing the idea that I should've asked for longer. But, again I'd realize how unfair a burden that is to put on anyone, being responsible like that for another human being and their tortured desires and fantasies.

Yes, I owed him everything. I wanted tonight to show him that. I made myself up in the sluttiest fashion I could, hair, makeup, lipstick. Since I was naked it'd be the only way I could adorn myself in that way for him. I knew he'd want that from me.

My nerves were electrified, sitting there nude, waiting for the last minute to pass, waiting for him. Even knowing he was coming it still made my heart nearly leap out of my chest when he rapped, rather strongly, on my glass door. I opened the door for him and let him run his eyes over me freely.

"Nice, Natalie," he said strongly. He pulled me closer to him by my nipples, which made me gasp.

"Are you wet already, slut?" He said to my embarrassment. He slipped a finger between my thighs and confirmed what he knew already.

"You are one amazing whore," he said appreciatively.

"I want to be, for you, sir. I want tonight to be my repayment to you, for everything you've done. I want it to be my thank you to you."

He grinned. "Here's to hoping you feel the same way when it's over."

He slipped a black scarf over my eyes. He took me by the arm and marched me into my backyard. He led me to the fence, the same spot where one month ago I began to spill my desires to him. It was starting to get dark, but I still had some worry about the neighbor on the other side seeing anything. I wasn't worried about Jeff, more about his wife. Chet reassured me. 

"Don't worry. One of the sections of the old fence is propped up behind you. It's like a privacy wall," he whispered to me. I could hear voices and music on the other side of Chet's fence. Then I remembered, this is usually when some of his army buddies and friends come over big a cookout. I could feel my sexual tension rise.

He knew I could hear it. "It's all for you, Natalie, it's all for you. If you feel you've had all you've wanted this month I'll just have you put on some clothes and come over and be one of "the guys" and we'll secretly toast the end of our contract at midnight. Or, you can trust me to try and make everything in your head and heart happen."

He really didn't need to offer it to me. We both knew what I'd say. "I want it all, sir. I want it for you and me, but mostly for you, for everything you've done for me."

"Ahh, Natalie," he sighed. "One month has gone by too fast," he said with regret in his voice. He told me to kneel. I did so. He took my arms and stretched them out in front of me. I felt the fence with my hands. He led my hands to what appeared to be holes. He slipped my hands through those holes. 

"Keep them there like that," he growled in a low voice. Then, he carefully pushed my head forward. It went through another, bigger, hole. I was on my knees in my backyard, naked. My ass was hanging out invitingly, my tits were swaying freely.

"Stay like that," he barked. I heard him shuffle around the fence. I felt him grab my hands from the other side. My hands were separated, about three feet apart, my head was hanging through the hole up to the base of my neck. He attached something to each wrist, it was like cuffs, attached to a bar. The bar kept me from removing my hands. I was secured to the fence. He took the dog collar he'd had me wear and he slipped it on my neck. He attached the leash to the collar and pulled my head towards him roughly, basically to show me he could. He slid the loop of the leash around a post he'd erected. When the leash was secured to the pole it forced me all the way up against the fence. I couldn't back out. I think he knew I wouldn't back out, regardless, but just the fact that now I couldn't, well, he knew that would enflame me. I was fastened to this post like a horse. My hands were helpless and restrained. It was very much like the old stocks they used to use on people in public.

I still had on the blindfold. "Sir? What's going to happen?" I whimpered even though I knew, and even craved for it.

He didn't answer. I felt him slip away. I was left like that. I could hear a party happening, I heard their voices, all guys, talking sports, cars, etc while I was naked and helpless just a few yards away from them. 

Suddenly I heard someone approach. I heard the footsteps in the grass. 

"Holy fuck," said the voice. I thought I recognized the voice. "Chet wasn't lying," he laughed.

I felt the blindfold come off. It was Stan, one of Chet's army buddies. Stan was one of the guys that was not shy at all about hitting on me and making racy comments when I'd be in my backyard while they partied. I knew he lusted after me, he didn't try and hide that fact.

"I don't know how Chet managed this," he laughed before he turned serious. "You are willing for this, right?" he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Yes, sir." I answered submissively, even if I didn't know if we were thinking the same thing. We were. Once he heard me say it his pants were down around his ankles. He slapped my face with his cock.

"I've been wanting this mouth for so fucking long," he said crudely. He unhooked the leash from the post, giving me some slack. He teased me with his cock before allowing me to take him in. 

"God, when he told me you were out here, and he said, "go have some fun with her," I thought he was stone crazy," he panted as he slowly fucked my mouth. "He did say to take it easy, that it'd be a long night. I don't know what that crazy old fox is up to but you don't pass up a chance like this," he grunted.




Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 07



I wanted his cock. I wanted to make him feel what he'd waited so long to feel. All those times, when he'd lewdly comment about me, tell me what he'd like to do to me, I secretly enjoyed it. That's actually why I always teased them with my outfits, I wanted the attention from Chet, him, the others. Now, I just wanted to make sure he got to enjoy it, finally.

He enjoyed it all right. He used the leash which he wrapped around his fist to pull me on and off his cock. He used me like a mouth fucking puppet. I was nearly choking and gagging but I took him in willingly into the deepest parts of my throat. 

When I thought I had him he'd slow it down and pop the cock out of my mouth and leave it tantalizingly out of my mouth's reach.

"Give it to me," I'd plead. "Let me have that cock."

"Yeah," he'd smile wickedly. "Tell me what you want or I won't give it to you."

"I want your cock in my mouth, Stan, fuck my mouth." I panted.

"What do you want me to do with your mouth, little girl?" He taunted.

"I want you to fuck it and then blow your load down my fucking whore throat," I gurgled as he allowed it to plumb the depths of my throat again. 

Finally, he'd built up too much to stop. He pulled the leash tight and yanked me fully onto him. I nearly gagged, but my recent experience with cocks deep in my throat got me through it. I relaxed and let him shoot his cum in me with my lips pressed all the way down to his pubic hair. He fell back after he finished. He put his hands on his knees from the exertion.

"Fuck," he hissed. "That was fucking awesome."

"Thank you sir," I coughed out as I tried to swallow what was left.

He started to walk away, but only after hooking my leash back up to the post again. It was as if I being held taut like that like I was a show pony, for display purposes.

"Chet said it'd be a long night, I'm thinking he meant for you, but I'm hoping for me as well. I'd sure like another shot at you," he said as he walked away, 

I was thinking the same thing. "Fuck it, Chet," I was calling to him in my brain. "Don't hold back anything."

Another set of footsteps approached. It was Joe, another army buddy. No doubt he'd been watching from the shadows, he didn't even speak before having his cock out. He wasn't a talker. He let me do all the work. I fellated him using just my mouth with all the skills I'd learned. He was appreciative, at least in action. He had his hands on my head and was holding me softly, caressing my hair as I was basically make-shift glory-holing him.

He shot his load in my mouth with barely a grunt. He couldn't hide his excitement, however, his amount of cum betrayed his cool exterior. I thanked him as he hooked me back to the post. He just grunted with a smirk and walked off.

I wondered how many there were. I didn't really have time to count though, as number three stepped up. It was his other army buddy. The three amigos, I called Chet's army friends. Here I was, pleasing the third one in their close knit group. He wasn't a talker either but he did manage to berate me nicely as he was cumming.

"Yeah, that's it whore, suck that cock, ohhhhh, swallow my fucking cum you whore!" He urged. I gladly obliged.

There was a couple minutes when I sat there with my head straining against the pull of the leash and the remnants of cum that I'd not managed to swallow would drip off my lips and chin to the ground. I remember thinking how wasteful that was. 

Suddenly I heard voices behind me. I obviously couldn't see them.

"Fuck, he wasn't lying, look at her," came one voice. "Cmon," the other one said, "remember the car wash, I told you this slut was up for anything."

Once they saw me start to wriggle they started to whisper, I could still make it out, though. "He said go ahead," urged the one, "I'm not wasting any time thinking about it. Look at that ass, remember how much we wanted to fuck her when she was teasing us while washing our cars?"

I now recognized the voices as two of my neighbors who I'd been forced to give the private car washing show.

The other one chimed in, "Dude, you've already had her mouth, none of us got that, I get her pussy first." 

The other guy laughed. "Go ahead then, mate, step up to the plate."

I heard the jingling of a belt hit the ground. I felt him kneel behind me. I felt his cock at my opening. I was slick, ready.

"Fuck that slut," his friend urged. I had heard his zipper open, I knew he was probably stroking his cock. I'd sucked on his cock before. I was actually hoping he'd come around and use my mouth while his friend rode my pussy. Unfortunately, his friend was just waiting for his turn with my pussy. 

They delighted in talking about me like I was just a deaf whore.

"Yeah man, ride that shit," the one stroking himself urged. "Fuck that pussy good, Chet said the bitch really likes a good hard fucking."

I felt myself getting wetter at their demeaning comments. I knew Chet had told them just to humiliate me and use it against me in this fashion.

The guy fucking my pussy was holding onto my hips frantically, he was grunting, he was going to fill me. I urged him to do it. 

"Do it," I panted, "Fill my slut pussy," I whimpered, my head on the other side of the fence.

"OH god...." he groaned as he scalded my pussy walls with his cum. I could feel it like that, hot, like the friction of the two of us had heated it up so I could feel it in that humiliating fashion.

I felt his friend push him out of the way in urgency. "Fuck it, I had her mouth, but I had my fingers in this pussy and her ass and I've thought about drilling her every minute since."

He slipped in with little resistance, even though his bigger cock stretched me somewhat further than his friend. He ground into me with abandon. I felt his friend near, but he was silent. I wanted this night to be special for Chet, for me, for everyone. I stirred his silent friend into action.

"Come around the fence," I begged. "Let me clean your cock off while your friend bangs my whore pussy."

He had his dick in my mouth in moments. I savored the taste of my own lust on him. His friend worked my pussy more expertly, he was frenzied but purposeful. I got what I wanted. His friend expertly used my slick pussy while I started to rekindle the fire in the cock that was in my mouth. It was now hard again. I was getting it from both sides, as I'd desired. I was helpless, bound to a fence, being used in two holes. I wondered if Chet was around. I hoped he was. I felt he was, I figured, why would he miss this?

The man in my pussy added his cum to my swirling mix of lust. He pulled out just as his friend came in my mouth, it kind of surprised me. The load wasn't very big, of course. The man who had just enjoyed my pussy was now on the side of the fence as his mouth using friend.

"Holy shit man," he laughed. "You big cheater, who said you could go twice?"

They just laughed and they barely looked at me, looking up at them, cum filled and remarkably horny. Then again, silence. I was dripping cum from both sides. Again, I rued the wastefulness of that. It was now dark. Suddenly, a little light was clicked on behind me. I found out later it was one of those portable LCD lights you can just paste on a wall for temporary light. 

I heard Chet ask me, "how is everything going so far, my wonderful slut?"

"Oh fuck," I panted. "You fucking sick bastard. This is totally obscene and..." I paused..."I am so fucking hot right now you fucker, er sir."

I could hear him laugh gently. "Good thing, because you'll need that horniness."

He didn't explain himself. He disappeared again. Minutes later I heard another voice from behind me. "Use firmly?" a voice asked. I had no idea what he was talking about. He laughed. Another voice said, "fuck, if you don't do it I will." 

I heard them argue over who was going to "do it." The man with the gruff voice won, apparently. "Hey, the sign says "use firmly," he said as they both 

laughed together. I felt a hard pop on my backside.

"Ohhh," I moaned, trying not to be too loud. "Pop," another blow landed on my ass. It felt like a belt, only thicker. I found out later Chet had hung a horse flogger on a nail over my nakedness with the caption, "Use firmly." The man was doing just that. "Pop, Pop, Pop," came the blows that I couldn't anticipate. I was wriggling and dancing on my knees, which was hysterical to the men behind me. 

"Let me, let me," urged the other one and the gruff one gave up the flogger reluctantly. "I can see the bitch likes it," said the new one as he laid into me. He was much rougher for some reason. I think he'd done it before, perhaps. Again and again they worked my ass over as they alternated who would flog me. I was biting my lip and sniffling back tears as my backside burned.

Finally, they stopped. "I'd say we used that firmly, right?" Quipped the one. 

"Damned straight," chuckled the other. "Look at that ass, I've never seen one so red, or, so inviting...." he said, his lust apparent, even from the other side of the fence.

"I'm tapping that," the gruff one said, "while the blood in her ass is glowing. I love feeling the heat of that." 

He was behind me in a flash. For the third time my pussy was ridden by a frantic, lust filled cock. I was bawling, from the flogging, the humiliation, the whole situation, it was overwhelming. I didn't want it any other way, though. I'd have fought anyone who tried to stop it.

When Mr. Gruff was finished with me he left his friend alone to take his turn.

I felt his cockhead on my slick pussy. He was slathering himself with it. Then, I felt his cockhead poke at my anal opening. I groaned.

"I don't care that Chet didn't mention anything about your ass. It's just too damned inviting," He grunted as he started to slide it in me.

I recognized the voice now, it was Stan. He did get his second chance.

I urged him on. "Fuck my ass, Stan. I know you've ogled it for a couple years now. Take that out on me, take out your years of frustration of me throwing it in your face but never giving it up."

"I'll fuck you all right," he said, his voice husky, driven now. "You are right, I've wanted your slut ass since I saw you showing it off in your fucking sexy bikinis.

"I know," I whimpered as he reamed my ass good. "I did it on purpose. I was so bad then. I shouldn't have teased you. It wasn't right. Make it right. Take it like you want it, pound this teasing whore's ass until you fill it."

He was becoming reduced to incomprehensible grunts now. My urging was just gasoline on an inferno. He erupted in me.

"Fuck, you whore, fuck, fuck fuck," he groaned as he shot off in my ass in repeated long spurts." I was sobbing even in my ecstasy. 

I didn't have time to think about it. Another cock was in front of me. It was one of the neighbors. I was getting confused now but I think it was young William, one I'd sucked that day of the car wash. He'd had my pussy earlier. He was back for more.

"I want that slut mouth on me," he urged. "Suck it good, like the last time. This time take your time, we have all the time we need now."

He made me lick it, suckle on it. He made me lick his balls. He taunted me with it.

"Yeah, can't hold anything back now, can you? You fucking little tease," he growled. "There's no clock to stop me now. I'm going to fill your mouth when I'm good and ready. You thought you were so sly, that day with the car wash, thinking we wouldn't figure out that whores like you do more than tease? We talked about you since, trying to figure out how we were all going to nail that thing, fuck everything you've got but Chet just made it easy for us."

I was savoring his cock, it's thickness. He was so fucking hard, hard from my mouth, hard from his own thoughts he was letting out of his head.

"There's no restrictions this time, slut," he moaned as I worked him up with my lips and tongue. "You'll do anything I say, you can't say no to anything, can you?" He teased. 

I grunted my agreement without taking my mouth off his cock. He had an inspiration. "Hey, dirty little whore," he said as he took his cock out of my mouth. I pouted and begged him to put it back in.

"Look at you," he said coolly. "Tied to a fence in your backyard, naked, while Chet's neighbors and friends take you in every possible way. You really will do anything, won't you?"

I was frantic, I wanted his cock badly. "Yes, sir. You know I will."

"Prove it," he grinned evilly.

"I will," I begged, "just give me your cock, give me your cum. I'll swallow it all night if you want."

"That's not what I want right now," he laughed. He turned around and bent over. His ass was in my face. "Lick it," he urged. "Lick my ass, you fucking slut."

I could smell him. He was sweaty, musky. He was taunting me, though. He could've just shoved it in my face and smothered me with it. I couldn't have stopped him, instead, he was just an inch from me. He was making me decide to do it or not.

"Do it, whore, or do I tell your "Master" that you chickened out."

I remembered that I wanted Chet to have everything, he deserved it. I stuck my tongue out. I touched his asshole with it. He groaned. He backed into me, allowing me more access. I flicked my tongue over his ass, I ran it up and down his crack, I even stuck my tongue in his hole as if I was fucking him with it. He was moaning and dancing around on his feet.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Wait till I tell the guys you'll do this, they'll fucking go nuts."

I was suddenly shocked back to reality. Right, those guys were all still here, somewhere. They were no doubt talking, telling each other their experiences with me. I burned in the shame of it all.

He turned around and I thought I was going to finish him off, finally. We were interrupted by an appearance from Chet. He hadn't expected William there. He apologized for interrupting and stepped back into the shadows. William knew a good thing and he didn't want to ruin it. He called Chet back. Before Chet returned he whispered to me as I drooled for his cock and leaked cum from everywhere.

"Don't think I won't tell Chet about you begging me to let you suck it again, over and over, all night," he said to my reddened face before leaving me soaking in my own juices at that thought.

Chet smiled at me like he was proud. I must've looked a literal "fucking" mess. I'm sure he enjoyed that. He took out his cock and let his slut work him to steely hardness.

"Take my ass, sir," I urged. He didn't argue. His cum joined the others but not before he blistered my backside more with the flogger. He reminded me who was in charge.

I was visited at both ends for what was probably another hour or two. My pussy was used the most, but my ass ended up taking a couple good hard fuckings as well. I was soaked and filled with their cum. The last guy who used my mouth pulled out as he came and painted my face with it. Surprisingly, it was Jeff, my "blackmail" neighbor. 

He stepped away while zipping his pants. "I couldn't resist one last time with that fucking hot mouth," he gushed before disappearing. 

I was a mess. I was a sweaty, cum covered and filled mess. I saw Chet approach. He unfastened my leash from the post. I slumped back as far as I could go. My neck was sore and chafed and scraped from it hitting the wood against my throat. I'd wear that as a badge of honor for the next few days. It's redness and soreness would remind me how I "earned" it.

He unclasped my hands. I fell back in a heap on the grass, panting. He came around the fence. He hugged me close to him.

"That, was so fucking much, sir," I whimpered softly into his arm. "I can't believe all of it."

"I know, I told you it would touch the deepest parts of what you craved."

"And you knew I could take it, sir. You know the very depth of my soul," I croaked, my voice was nearly gone after the abuse my throat took. I think I counted 5, or was it six, cocks that used my mouth?

"It's 11:45," Chet said as he stroked my hair.

"Wow," I giggled softly. "Time sure flies when you are having fun."

"So you did have fun then?" He asked in seriousness.

I thought about it for a second. "No, actually I can't say fun describes it. It was terrifying, it was humiliating, it was painful, it was soul bearing, it was....worse than anything I'd fantasized about....and yet it was everything that I'd fantasized about deep down. It was everything that I needed but didn't know it. That's why I owed it to you sir, only you could bring that out of me."

He was holding me as I spoke, stroking my hair, which had cum in it, I'm sure. "I have ten more minutes," he said. "Let me have one more thing."

"Anything for you, sir," I said in my lustful haze.

He picked me up by the leash around my neck, startlingly rough. He took out the cuffs he'd used on me before. He fastened my hands behind my back. He led me around the fence. He was parading me. He took me through the trees into the open. The men all applauded as I appeared, my face covered in cum, my thighs dripping their semen down my legs. He led me past them by his leash. He had me kneel in front of the whole group. There was the three amigos, his army buddies. There were the three neighbors from the car wash. Finally, there were two more of his usual barbecue friends. Jeff was surprisingly missing. I found out later he'd figured out what was going on his own and had taken what he wanted without being seen by the others. 8 of Chet's friends, and Jeff. Nine men had used me, many more than once, based on the number I was trying to calculate in my head.

I was kneeling in front of them, dripping their cum from every hole. They were laughing at the slut in front of them and congratulating each other on their triumph.

Chet leaned over to whisper in my ear. "You know what you should say. You only have a couple minutes left. After that you can tell them whatever you want. For the last time for me though, say what you know you want to."

I took a deep breath there, kneeling naked in front of all my conquerors.

"Sirs," I said chokingly. It got their attention. "Sirs, I just want to thank you for using me tonight."

I heard them murmur. Chet was beaming. It was what he wanted, at this shining moment he could bask in the knowledge that he'd fulfilled all of our fantasies. If he never had another moment like this he could always at least claim this one.

"I want to thank all of you for using my slut holes. I want to thank every one of you that allowed me to swallow your cum. I want to thank those of you that used my slut pussy so well. A special thanks to those who used my ass so firmly and roughly, I'll be sore for days, thank you," I joked softly while my pussy had an inferno raging. "Thanks to those that beat my ass with the flogger too," I remembered. "A whore like me needs a good whipping. Thank you again."

Chet had something behind his back. It was the flogger. "This is yours to keep, to remember tonight," he grinned. "But first, my watch says we have 45 seconds left of our contract. You still up for anything?" He whispered to me. 

"Yesss," I urged with tear filled eyes. I realized then that I never wanted it to end.

"Good," he said gruffly. He turned to the gawkers. "At thirty seconds I'm going to start whipping her tits. Once for each second as a count down. Ready?" He implored the crowd as they hollered their appreciation.

"30!" "29," "28," came the chants from the crowd as Chet laid into each tit, alternating in succession. I was howling. My tits were being turned inside out, it felt. Many of the blows purposely included my nipples and I screamed out each time. "15," "14," "13," I heard as scarlet flashes seared through my brain. Finally, "5," "4," "3," "2," and.....he delayed the last one as one last bit of torture, "ONE!" He yelled as the crowd cheered.




Natalie and the Neighbor Ch. 07



Chet turned to me as the guys all congratulated him on what a nice whore he turned me into. He turned to me and secretly said. "Now, get the fuck out of here, quickly, or else you'll not be walking much the next few days." 

I got the drift. He let me out of the handcuffs. He nearly pushed me next door before leaving me on my own. He turned back to the crowd and distracted them. Suddenly, out of the bushes came William, the neighbor whose ass I had to lick. He grabbed me from behind and pulled me into the shadows. He had his hand over my mouth.

"You promised to suck this cock all night," he reminded me.

"My contract is over," I spat back as he released his grip. "For this moment I do as I wish. So for you, I wish you to fuck off," I said tersely. I really had no objection to sucking him off and, truthfully, if it had been something Chet had demanded, I'd have invited him in and sucked his cock dry. It wasn't, though, and just the way he was trying to circumvent Chet's authority rubbed me the wrong way. 

"We'll see," he hissed. He called me a slut and walked away disgustedly.

When I got home, I showered and pampered myself with soothing oils. I heard my phone buzz. It was a text from Chet.

"Thank you for the most wonderful month of my life," it read. "I wish you the best in the future. I'll miss you, and what we shared."

I started sobbing. I laid awake for an hour, tossing and turning.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I got to my computer. I could see Chet's backyard porch light on. There were still few stragglers left of his party. I began writing.

"Chet...I have a hard time calling you Chet, as I've come to know you as Sir, or Master. You wrote that you'll miss me and what we shared. I thought you were done with me. Nothing you've said indicated you had any desires past the thirty days. It shocks me to hear you mention missing me, and the future."

I poured out my soul to him, "What about my future? How am I supposed to go on now? Now, after finally finding out what and who I am. How am I supposed to go on without anyone so expert at finding that in me and forcing it out, in the most wicked and humiliating ways?" 

"I didn't allow myself to think past the thirty days either, since it was so new, so raw. I honestly didn't understand how much it opened up in me. Thirty days was far too short a time to give to you Chet, I mean Sir. I should've said three months, six months, hell, a year. From what I've seen from you we'd both need that to fully explore what it is we both seem to crave.

"I'll miss you too, sir. In every way." I wrote as I sobbed. I clicked send.

It wasn't two minutes before I heard my email ping.

"You'll miss me?" He wrote. "I couldn't even imagine an incredible woman like you in my life, I took it for granted you'd quickly tire of me and move on. You've seen the real me, as well, you are the only one that ever fully understood who I was too, who I love to be. Surprising it is then, that neither of us really knew the effect we had on each other. Does this mean you'd consider continuing this....relationship....or whatever you want to call it? I know you don't want to call it love." He wrote.

I emailed him back instantly. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Sir, I want to continue this. I never thought it to be possible, I didn't allow myself to consider it. Yes! A thousand times, yes!" I wrote before I hit send.

"Wow," came the reply. "This is serious, you know....well, I'm sure you know. I should no longer question your commitment. But this means something....more permanent. How will that work?" He wrote.

I wrote back feverishly. "This is how it will work. I, Natalie, promise to serve you, Chet, sir, for the next year. One year, fully, in every sexual way. At the end of one year you, and only you, have the option to add another year. That way, each year I'll have to earn your control or risk losing it. I promise to fulfill every one of your sick and twisted ideas regardless of the humiliation you may cause me. In fact, I want you to promise me, you'll humiliate me in every way you deem necessary. " 

"I want you to promise me you'll use me and have me used in every way and by anyone you wish me to be used by. I know you like specifics, I can't give you a number, but, make me suck cock, lots of cock, as often as you can provide it. If you can't or need my help I'll find the cocks and then suck them all and tell you about it. I don't need as many days off as you think, sir."

"Promise me that at no time will you ever let my commitment slip or else a good spanking or whipping can, and should occur. Even if it be a whim of yours, work my ass out as necessary. Don't forget to include my tits. Whip them, slap them to your fancy."

"If there's anything more, sir, you just write it out and I'll agree. Signed, your slave for at least one year, Natalie." I clicked send.

I was practically dripping through the chair. I couldn't believe how passionate I'd become over it in just a month. The little fantasy had turned real, vividly so. I was committing myself to sexual slavery now for a year or more and at this moment I considered changing that to, "forever" but I knew he'd never make me agree to that.

He wrote back. "Agreed. I agree to own your body and mind. Trust me, this month was just a learning experience for both of us. I'll no longer ever hold back on what I want or what I'll have you do. You are just a big tittied whore for me to use as I see fit. I'll humiliate you freely and push limits you haven't even reached yet."

"Trust me I'll have you sucking cocks. You'll probably be on your knees longer than you'll be standing. All these friends, your neighbors, the bar, do you realize how often they bug me for that mouth of yours? No longer any restrictions, if I think you can fit it in your day, then I'll have them using that slut mouth." 

I agree to whip you, spank you as necessary or even as I just feel like it. I WILL wear your ass and tits out, I promise you that. You'll be lucky if you still have skin on your ass a year from now. 

There are a couple things I require though, that a mere email "pseudo-contract" won't do."

I wrote back instantly, "what, sir?"

He wrote, "I want your commitment to be visible, at least to those I choose. I want you to get a tattoo of your commitment to this lifestyle."

I wrote back. "Wow, sir. Of what?"

He wrote back. "I want you to get a tramp stamp. I'm thinking of your lower back. Something that screams your submission."

In my fevered fantasies I'd already considered this. I wrote back. "How about something like "Owned whore," just above my backside? That way, everyone that has me knows what I am."

He wrote back. "Perfect. You'll do that for me." I noticed it wasn't a question.

"I will," I wrote. "Can I do it tomorrow? I know a place..." I responded eagerly.

He wrote back. "Tomorrow. then. I insist on seeing it on you tomorrow night when I'm fucking your ass."

My mouth dropped open. My pussy was quivering. 

I read on, "By the way, when you are getting your tattoo, make sure it's a guy. Make sure that he sees all your ass when he's doing it, and make sure he's pleased by the end. You know what I mean."

"I do, sir," I wrote. "You mean for me to get a tramp stamp on my lower back that tells whoever sees it that I'm an owned slut who'll please anyone you desire. Do you want him to enjoy your slut's pussy, her mouth, or her ass, sir?

He fired back. "I want that ass, save that for me. I think he deserves more than a blowjob, however, so use your slut pussy to thank him for us."

"I will, sir." I wrote.

"What was the other thing you needed from me?" I asked in my fevered state.

"You mentioned Al. I've just gotten off the phone with him, following up on some interesting conversations with him about you. Seems he has considered banning you from his bar because of your slutty nature. I've convinced him otherwise. I know he's open to it. So, for your right to frequent Paddy's you'll be required so serve him on occasion, when he demands it. You'll be sucking his cock, probably nearly every time you see him. Also, he's been lacking help, lately, he just said. I've offered your services several nights a week. You know how he usually has his waitresses dress like Hooter's girls? Well, for a couple nights a week, that'll be you. I've assured him, though, that you won't have the same restrictions his other girls had. I assured him you'd agree to any costume changes he feels are necessary to win over his clientele. He has some really nice ideas for that, I assure you."

"You are mine now in every way. I have a very interested party on my end who told me you rejected him. Yes, William, he's still here. He said you promised to suck him dry all night."

I blanched. I read on, "now, I understand where you were coming from, He tried to go around me and do it but he's apologized profusely. He's promised to never try and go around my back again. I know he means it, if he ever wants to enjoy you again. Also, at the time you legally were no longer contracted to me. I'll let that pass. However, as of now you belong to me again. I'll be sending him over, shortly. You'll be naked, and you'll be naked until he leaves. I expect you to fulfill all your promises, Natalie. So tonight, don't plan on getting any sleep. I want you on your knees until he's through with you. Young guy that he is, he's told me he's cum a half dozen times in a night before, can you believe that?" 

I remembered that I hadn't finished him the last time at the fence, I knew I was about to rectify that, several times over. 

By the time I read the end of it I heard the knock at my back sliding door. I shimmied out of my robe and let it fall to the floor, I knew I'd not be needing it. I met him at the back door. He was smirking in a "I knew you'd be sucking my dick all night," kind of way.

Chet was right. I've never known a guy to cum so many times in a night. Counting the one at the fence, he added three more loads in my tummy that night and next morning. I only slept an hour or two, only to be awoken with his cock in my face. I made him sleep on my couch. That, however, required me to sleep on the floor beside him, just to be "ready" in case. Of course I had to thank him in the morning when I let him fill my coffee cup with his cum. I had to get something out of it. 

Chet loved the fact that it was William that I had to do that for. He loved that I had to please a guy who treated me like a slut. I think that's why he allowed it, it was like he was a guy after Chet's own heart.

The tattoo turned out awesome. I was able to admire it the mirror as the tattoo guy fucked me doggy style. He let me hold his mirror to see how it looked as he fucked me.

Chet loved it too, "Owned whore," he kept repeating as his cock drove in and out of my ass. It's my new life, it's written right there on my lower back.




{The end of Natalie and the Neighbor, thanks for your support! As with many of my other characters, Natalie may reappear in the future, it's only this particular series of episodes that is finished}