0 comments/ 17826 views/ 2 favorites Submissve Neighbor By: Fecto Looking back, he was now glad it ended. Edward, or E as all his friends called him, was 20 years old and hating it. His abusive girlfriend from high school finally decided to end her game with him and left him alone in their apartment, scrapping cash together to pay the bills. He hadn't been to the gym in weeks, and his figure was lacking because of it. Normally trim, he now started to develop a gut and was feeling weaker as time went on. He looked like he hadn't shaved in weeks, and his hair was a hot mess. Never leaving his apartment for anything but work, his friends and co-workers were starting to get really worried he might never recover. The highlight of his day was Holly. Holly was his next door neighbor, and he adored her. She was a brunette with hair down to her shoulders, tan skin, bright green eyes, modest breasts and a shapely ass. He saw her almost every day going to work, walking down the sidewalk of their apartment complex to their cars, talking and joking the whole way. She would beam when she saw him, and was becoming worried about him to. This particular morning in the brisk early spring, she was wearing a green cami top that matched her eyes and a pair of khaki capris. Ed thought she looked stunning. He was in his work uniform of a black polo and cargo khakis. He worked as an electrician, performing maintenance and installs on existing houses. As far as he knew, Holly worked as a waitress on some nights while going to college during the day, and her well off parents paid for a lot of her life. "Hey E," she beamed, coming out of her apartment onto the sidewalk. "How's work going?" "Busy busy," he replied. "Boss is riding me to death. Thinks it might help get my mind of things I suppose?" "Still brooding over the old misses eh?" "Unfortunately. First love, abusive mind control, stuff like that." "E, you know sitting inside won't do anything. You should go out more!" "Go where? Can't go to the bar or club with my boys from work, and don't want to pick up a teeny bopper from the Putt Putt Golf Center." "Tell you what, let's start off small. How about you come over to my apartment tonight? We can cook and get your mind off things." "You cook? You never told me." "Err... actually... maybe you could cook? It could get your mind off things?" E could've killed something, and she saw it as soon as she said it. This kind of word game is exactly the thing that his ex would use against him to get him to do anything she wanted. "Hey, E, you know I didn't mean it like..." "Whatever. Just leave me alone for right now, ok Holly? I know I'm a wreck, but it's pretty much how I feel about myself and life in general right now, and people trying to trick me into being happy and having fun only adds to it. So back off, ok?" Holly was lost for words to say. How could I have been so stupid? she thought. Anything more she could've said would've been a waste of breath, E was already in his car and driving away fast. ******* Ed was sitting on his couch, aimlessly wondering the internet. After work he hit all his usual sights, tried to play a few games but couldn't get into it, so decided that he'd surf around and see what he could find. After being on for the better part of an hour, a knock came from his door. Opening it, Holly was standing there, looking every bit as good as she did that morning. Ed tried as hard as he could to keep his expression neutral. Surprise, excitement, disappointment, and guilty are not good facial expressions when stacked upon each other. "Hi," he said. "What's up?" "Hey, E," she said, apologetically, "I wanted to say..." "No need, I was a dick and was refusing the help I need." He meant it too. After the outburst, he had all day to think about his actions, and regretted them. Man I'm messed up, he thought, a complete angel like Holly trying to look out for me and I reject it. "No, it was wrong of me to do that. I wanted to apologize, so I cooked some chicken cordon blu to bring over!" She held up a few Tupperware containers. "May I come in and share it with you?" He could smell it through the containers and his stomach growled. He couldn't reject it if he wanted to. "Yeah, sure," he said, swinging the door open for her. She bounced inside and started unpacking the meal on the table. He followed her and started setting the table with his few clean pieces of Tupperware. "I hope you made enough, I'm starving. Been awhile since my first home cooked meal." "Well, I'm sure there is." Hungrily, they started eating. She looked around the apartment and decided he really needed it; the place was a mess but still smelled ok. He looked around the apartment and was glad he picked up a little and did some cleaning today on a whim. She smells intoxicating, and looks so good, he thought. More than his hunger stirred, and he thought about exactly how long it had been since he got so much as a kiss. As the night progressed, things were looking up. She insisted on helping him clean up, and he proved that he was worth man than dirtying things up. She gave him a buzz cut, and he had to admit it looked sharp on him. The whole time, he could've sworn she was trying to turn him on. The subtle way she held herself, the smell of her perfume, he was straining his self control. Then it happened. "Oh shit," she said, "I've spilled some of this drink on myself. I have a sports bra underneath of it though, so I'll go without so I don't make a mess everywhere." She stripped of her cami, revealing her tight midriff and cleavage. Her capris were so low he could begin to see the V shaped muscle that lead down to her mound, and picturing running his hands over it was too much. He stood up, reached for a piece of cloth he kept near his bed, and came up behind her. "OH," she gasped as he blindfolded her, and lightly bit right under her ear where the jaw and neck meant. "E..." "No more words until I allow them, understand me?" Dammit, don't lose control, don't lose control, you know you can't blow this... "I understand Master." Whatever hold that small little voice inside his brain had was gone. Self-control was out the window. He began by removing every last bit of clothes she wore, getting rougher with each piece. He moaned when he saw her naked breasts, C cups he was guessing, with big nipples like he liked. Her slender waist, one of his favorite parts of the body, had no tan lines across the dark skin, making his thoughts about her hobbies even darker. Her pussy was shaved except for a neatly kempt patch of brunette hair in the shape of a triangle right about it. Her shapely ass was all muscle, taut yet big and round. He felt like her body was made for him, and his need to own it, to claim it as his own, grew. After she was naked, he kissed and bit every single inch on her body. Her nipples became hard enough to cut rocks as he bit and suckled around them, then twisting them between his teeth. He lost count of the amount of hickeys he left on her body. He massaged and grabbed her ass, her breasts, cupped her pussy and could feel how damp it was, the mixture of the smell of her perfume and her pussy driving him wild. Each bite, each grab was more forceful, eliciting a bigger moan from her each time. "Master..." SMACK! She squealed as he smacked her ass hard. "I said no words." She moaned. He led her to the bed, where he all but threw her down onto it, belly down. It was a double size bed with a comfortable mattress and nice fluffy pillows, all green cotton sheets. If nothing, he at least knew how to be comfortable. From the sides he pulled the cuffs of his full body harness he had bought for the bed, and cuffed and adjusted it so all she could do was struggle. Pushing two pillows under her midsection, he found the perfect height where her pussy was open and waiting for him, her pouty lips spread on their own. "You are going to tell me every time before you cum. Do you understand me?" "Yes master." "Good." He drove his tongue into her pussy from behind, causing her to yell with pleasure. He tongue fucked her with abandon, his right hand coming up so he could flick her clit with his forefinger. He drove his tongue as far as he could into her, bending it every which way to hit her g-spot. "Master, I'm going to cum." He stopped. "Oh Master please..." SMACK! "Continue to tell me before you cum," he said as he resumed. It seemed like forever this went on. She would warn him, and he would stop. By the fifth or sixth time, she couldn't bring herself back down. She needed to cum badly, and he knew it. "Do not cum; slave, no matter what I do to you." With that, he made a V with his left hand and slid his fore and middle fingers inside while his ring and pinky rubbed her clit. He started to moisten her asshole with his tongue before slipping his right forefinger down to the second knuckle and probing around while his tongue focused on the space between her two holes. Its not that she didn't try. But all the pleasure she was feeling couple with her dire need to cum sent her over the edge. Within minutes she was thrashing as best she could as a huge orgasm hit her. Ed knew about it and smiled. He done this so many times to his previous lover he knew she couldn't help it. But that didn't change the act. "Slave, I thought I said not to cum?" She tried to sit up, gasping for breath. "Master, I'm sorry..." "Did I or did I not say do not cum?" "Master..." "Should I punish you?" "No, Master, please!" He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. In the moment she gasped, he had his cock out and in her mouth. His cock was not what you would call "huge" but was certainly not average. Almost 9 inches in length, almost 3 inches wide, and balls roughly the size of ping pong balls loosely hanged off. Holly strained to take it all as he began to force her head up and down his cock, pressing until he felt her nose on his abdomen. She worked her tongue all around, trying best to stay calm and keep her throat relaxed. But she had never had it like this. So dominating, he inflicted pain and pleasure with the same blows. He fucked her mouth forcefully till he began to feel his balls churn, and then began fucking in short strokes, barely letting the head in. "Swallow!" He bellowed as he began erupting. Holly struggled to swallow it all. His balls produced much more than the loser guys she had been with before. The jock straps, the football captains, all compensating for their small loads or their small packages. Ed had neither. She expected a reprieve for her good deed. She beamed; happy she had made him cum. But from behind she could feel his cockhead begin to penetrate her, and gasped as he stuffed his whole cock in her. She screamed from how full she felt. It hurt, but that only caused more pleasure. He began to take her hard, making her gasp and shriek with each thrust. Orgasm after orgasm rippled through her, as her pussy was split in two from this. "You like this slave? Like your pussy being used?" "Oh yes Master!" "Does your pussy like being fucked?!" "God yes Master! Fuck your little slave! Fuck her pussy good!" Ed began thrusting harder and faster at these words, spurred by her language. It had been awhile for him, and it took some time to regain some familiarity, but he quickly got back in the groove, and was soon sawing in and out of the, hitting her g-spot and reaching around to rub her clit at the same time. She shuddered violently as huge orgasms washed over her, and then she felt something press against her asshole. "I only do this for the special ones," he said. "This will get you nice and warmed up, slave." He was holding a glass dildo, which looked like a set of balls joined into a long stick, going small to large. He inserted the dildo into her, and as he fucked her, worked the beads down into her ass. "Oh Master! That's it! God I feel so full! Fill those holes up with your cock!" The beads had no problem being inserted into her ass. He smiled. He never guessed wrong about the girls who liked anal. Her ass was too fine to not be fucked on a continual basis. He pulled both his cock and the dildo out, causing Holly to whimper. He pushed the beads into her mouth, and she sucked eagerly. She didn't usually go this kinky, but she loved how good it made her feel. She felt him press his massive cockhead against her ass, and pushed back to receive him. He watched it pop in, and slid all the way in no problem. "Well, I was going to be gentle, but you don't seem to want that." "No Master, take that ass, fuck it hard!" And he did. He slammed his cock in and out of her ass, sometimes pulling it out to watch her asshole stretch. Being unbelievably turned on; he knew he wouldn't last long. He pushed the glass dildo into her pussy, and felt the ridges rubbing his cock, and went over the edge. "Oh god Master your cock is getting bigger! Cum for me! Cum in your little sluts ass!" He exploded, shooting rope after rope into her ass. He felt it clamp down, milking his cock as another orgasm ripped through her. After 6 spurts, he popped out of her, wincing from how sensitive his cockhead had gotten. Cum oozed from her ass to her pussy, and he rubbed it in, causing her to shake. Must be sensitive to after all that. He let her free and they showered together, joking and laughing the whole time. After the shower she stroked his cock to another orgasm over her breasts, and rubbed it in, pulling on her nipples while he watched. They fell asleep together, she wrapped around him while he lay sprawled out. The next morning he threw away the last pictures he had of his old misses. Deleted the texts, the emails, tore up the letters, got rid of it all. When she woke up, she beamed at him and winked. He sighed. Looking back, he was now glad it ended.