7 comments/ 136663 views/ 18 favorites To Neighbors... By: KaramelSundae I had moved out of my mother's house and moved into my own apartment. It was almost perfect: about 20 minutes to school, 15 minutes to work and 30 minutes to the beach. I loved everything about it, except for my annoying neighbor. His name was Adam and he partied and blasted his music every night. But, it was a small price to pay for not having to deal with anymore of Mom's bullshit rules, no curfew; I could have who ever I wanted over whenever. The only thing that made it almost perfect instead of completely perfect was the fact that I didn't get to enjoy it all that much. I had school in the morning and worked most evenings. My student aid helped but I still needed a job to supplement my income. Daddy sent money less frequently by now. After school, I would go home and study or get whatever homework I could get done and go to work, come home and study some more or do more homework. I kept up this routine for about 3 months before I got completely exhausted. Any free time I had was reserved for sleeping. My grades were fine and I was making a little money waiting tables at a sexy little high-class bar and grill, but my social life sucked. I hadn't met anybody, except for at work and I wasn't about to date any guys I worked with. I had grown to be quite bitchy from lack of sleep and sex. My luck began to change, so I thought, when I waited on this really great guy. I had seen him before but he never sat in my section, until today. I could tell he was older than I was, his hairline slightly receding, with a thick salt and pepper colored mustache. He looked very fit as his dress shirt fit rather tightly on him. I was attracted to him physically (I like older men), but he really caught my attention with his sense of humor and charm. Every time I went to his table he made some flirty remark, almost on the verge of being a dirty old man, but not quite. He introduced himself: "Sam," he said in a deep, gravely voice, extending his hand. "Kendra," I replied. "Nice to meet you Sam." I loved his big rough hands and I wondered how proportionate he was where it counts. We exchanged numbers and made plans for Friday. I was completely shocked when he actually called me later that evening. His voice was even sexier over the phone. I learned he used to play college football and even played a few years professionally and now ran his own law firm. I wanted to invite him over and fuck him that night. He told me more about his travels and adventures around the globe. He eventually confessed to me that he was 48 years old. I told him I was 21 (I was actually 18 at the time). He said he didn't care about the age difference and that he just wanted to have fun. For along time, women had just wanted to use him for his money and he didn't want a serious relationship. Who was I to argue, all I wanted was to have fun too. Besides what kind of relationship could we have besides, well, sex? After speaking on the phone for about two hours we finally decided that he would pick me up on Friday at about 730pm. I hung up the phone and squealed like a schoolgirl. I wanted to skip all of the dating and foreplay. I had made up my mind that I was going to give him some. I went to bed that night with the same sexually frustrated feeling. I couldn't stop fantasizing about Sam and how I wanted to let him use me however he wanted. I wondered if he had ever had a black girl. I bet with all of his traveling, he had sampled every variety of woman there was. I thought about his strong hands moving about my caramel body, his whiskers tickling my thighs as he makes his way to my wetness. My hand moved between my legs (I sleep naked) and began playing with my clit, thinking about Sam. My masturbation session was abruptly interrupted by loud, bass-heavy music. It was coming from downstairs, from Adam's apartment. How convenient: right when I am getting into pleasing myself, my neighbor decides to throw a party. Actually he was always partying and I was always arguing with him to turn down his music. Tonight was no different, except that I was in the middle of something. I got up and threw on my robe. I ran downstairs and pounded on his door. "Keep that shit down, Adam!" I shouted. "I have to get up early, you know that. Show me some respect please." For 26 (years old), Adam was such an immature asshole. He had some twisted delusion that I wanted to sleep with him and never took any of my requests or complaints seriously. "All right baby, but what do I get out of it?" he said sarcastically. "Just keep it down...pervert," I said, walking back upstairs. I went back inside, took off the robe and went to bed. Tuesday and Wednesday came and I hadn't heard from Sam. I though about calling him, but didn't want to sound desperate. He already must have thought he had the upper hand with me being so young. Truth was he did. I was desperate and I was attracted to him. So, I just waited. Each night I went to bed, pleasing myself, fantasizing about Sam. On Thursday, I was in full bitch mode. I snapped at everyone who spoke to me. I even got a complaint from a customer who said I just walked by ignoring him. My manager, Cindy, approached me about my attitude. I explained to her about my recent deprivation and she was very understanding. She let me go home early. Once I got home, I decided to call Sam. I kept getting his voicemail and on about the tenth try, I left a message expressing how much I wanted to see him and I even hinted at the fact that I wanted to fuck him. "...it will definitely be worth your time" I think I said, something corny like that. I went to bed that night, still yearning for Sam. I was almost completely unconscious when Adam pumped up the volume. "Not again," I thought. I really wasn't in the mood to go downstairs and tell this idiot to keep quiet. I was just to tired to deal with him, so I just put the pillow over my head and eventually fell asleep. Friday arrived and still, no word from Sam. Needless to say, my day was pretty shitty. In the morning I learned that I got a C on my last test (I am an A student, always have been), Friday, at the restaurant was busy as hell and I had a night of finger banging myself to look forward to. By the time I got home, I pretty much accepted the fact that Sam would not show. However, I still got myself together. I showered, did my make-up and straightened my hair. I put on a little, light dress that had little tiny straps. It fit tightly around my body and the color (cocoa brown) matched my body almost perfectly. If you saw me from a certain distance, it would look like I wasn't wearing anything. I decided to go without a bra, show off some cleavage you know. I added some 4-inch pumps to give me a little lift and accentuate my legs. It was 7:40 by the time I finished getting ready, and my phone had not rang yet. I was pissed. I waited until 8:00 and decided to go to the Edge, where I had friends who worked there and would serve me (alcohol). I sat at the bar and had few drinks. I tried getting down on the dance floor but really wasn't in the mood. I kept thinking about how Sam and I hit it off and how I was going to take him back to my place and let him have his way with me. I went back to the bar and drank some more. I watched other couples dance, guys pick up on girls and vise versa. All of these images made me upset and I grabbed my purse and left in a hurry. My mind was a wash with alcohol and I wasn't thinking to clearly. Since the Edge was so close to my apartment, I decided to walk back home forgetting that I drove there in the first place. As I marched back home, I kept thinking about how guys were such assholes, coming up with things I was going to say when I got home and called Sam. It was 11:00 when I arrived at the apartment complex. I reached my steps and could see Adam was having a party. This was bigger than his usual bashes. Cars were lined up on the street outside the complex. His door was open and there were people everywhere, outside even. I spotted Adam's skinny ass sitting on the sofa, stormed into his door, made my way through a crowd of people and let him have it. "What the fuck is this!?!" I hollered. "I thought I told you about this partying bullshit..." I just went off. He just looked at me, dumbfounded, not sure if he was really seeing this, and maybe by the smell of pot smoke in the air, he wasn't sure he was seeing me make a scene at his party. I belted him with expletive after expletive, rolling my neck and shaking my finger. I finished venting, turned and walked out the door. I stomped back upstairs and plopped on the couch. The alcohol, mixed with my emotions took hold of me and I began sobbing. The stress of living on my own for the first time was really getting to me and getting stood up was the straw that broke the camel's back. After a quick "feel sorry for myself" session, I realized it would be wise not to call Sam, at least not tonight. I, sadly, went to my room and stripped down to my panties and put on a little t-shirt, sat on the couch and turned on the TV. No sooner had I sat down, someone was knocking at my door. I looked out the peephole and saw a tall stick figure standing there with his hands behind his back. It was Adam. I opened the door a crack and asked: "What do you want?" "I just wanted to make peace," he said apologetically. "Can I talk to you for a second?' "Go ahead," I said, through the cracked door. I was still a little bitchy, but was kind of stunned by Adam's odd behavior. "Hold on, let me put something else on." I continued, feeling a little sorry for going off on him. I went to my room and threw on some sweat pants and let Adam in. He looked like he always did: flip flops, shorts, tank top, and a backwards hat covering his sloppy, unkempt hair. "Just wanted to say I am sorry for all of the noise...all of the time." He said, coyly. "It's okay, just keep it down every once and a while, you know I work and go to school full time." I said, noticing he was standing with his hands behind his back. "Why are you standing like that? What do have behind your back?" Adam extended his right hand and produced a bottle of tequila, and then extended his left hand revealing a fat joint. "A little peace offering," he said. I looked at the contents of his hands and though I hadn't smoked since high school (last year) I gave in to temptation. "Have a seat." I offered, "Need a light?" "I got it" he replied, pulling a blue lighter from his shorts' pocket. "You grab a couple shot glasses." I went to the kitchen and grabbed two shot glasses and cut some lime wedges. When I returned to the couch I took a long drag from the spliff my neighbor had offered. Oh my goodness! I coughed so hard I thought I was going to have to call 911. "Take it easy, pull it slow and smooth." Adam said, rubbing my back. I finished coughing, went back to the kitchen to get a glass of water. When I returned to the couch, Adam had two shots of tequila sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch. He picked up one for himself and handed me one as well. "To neighbors." He said, and with that we downed the golden liquid. My face puckered as I sucked on one of the lime wedges. Adam didn't even chase it with the fruit. He promptly refilled the glasses. Again and again we repeated this routine. "To neighbors...to work...to school...to parties..." We toasted to everything until we had about a quarter of a bottle left. I suppose Adam was pretty cool once you got to know him. He was cracking jokes, talking about how crazy his roommates were and how all they do is party. We chatted and laughed some more. Adam completely took my mind off of being stood up. I felt a little more comfortable around Adam and by now had moved a little closer to him on the couch. An hour or so passed and I was really feeling the alcohol and the marijuana I had consumed. I started to feel kind of sleepy but restless at the same time. "Do you mind if I stretch out?" I asked, as I lay on my side lengthwise on the couch, with my head on his lap. "Huh...yeah go ahead." He replied, as I had already positioned myself, Adam using my hip as a hand rest. For a moment lying there felt just right. Maybe the fact that I hadn't had a boyfriend (or sex for that matter) for months made Adam that much more attractive. He also wasn't his usual obnoxious self. Nasty little thoughts raced around my clouded head: What would it be like fucking him? What does his dick look like? How would we act the next day? I wrestled with these ideas for a while until I heard Adam snoring above me. "Are you serious?" I thought. It was rather amusing. This guy parties every night and he can't hang. I thought I would have passed out first, except that I was still restless from being so horny. I hadn't been laid in months, plus I lose all inhibitions when I am drunk. Add the pot and I was uncontrollable. With Adam out, I decided to entertain my musings and see what Adam was about. I shifted my head to see that he was still sleeping. His head nodded downward and jerked up. I thought he was awake for a second because his eyes flashed open and then shut again. I waited a moment, lying on the couch, and my head still in his lap. I looked up again to make sure he was really out. "Dead to the world." I said to myself. I softly placed my hand on his knee, careful not to wake him. I crept my hand in through the leg of his shorts, tracing my little brown finger along his thigh. He still didn't move. I inched my hand up further and before I was even half way up his thigh I felt the tip of his cock. "Oh my lord." I thought. "How big is his dick?" Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and I felt hot inside my body. I sat up right there and pulled my sweats off. I lay back down and began opening the fly to Adams khaki shorts. I reached in and with my petite little hand, pulled out Adams limp cock. "Wow!" I said inside. It wasn't so much thick as it was long. It was heavy, but my goodness, was it long. I held it there in my hand ogling it, plotting what I wanted to do with it. Feeling curious, I put my face close to it and sniffed it. I missed the scent of man so badly. I pulled back and inspected it closer. A long vein ran from his wide, pink, bell-shaped head into the darkness of his shorts. Wanting better access to his shaft, I undid the button to his shorts and unbuckled his belt. I checked to see that he was still sleeping (he was) and slipped his pants down his legs a little more so I could completely free his cock. I held his lengthy white cock in my hand and stroked it, ever so lightly. I adjusted my position on the couch so that I was on my knees. I held the base of Adam's cock and stroked up until about half of it was flopped over the top of my hand. I leaned forward and slowly, so slowly, slipped the head into my mouth. It was warm and soft. I sucked it softly and let it fall out of my mouth. I repeated this a few more times until his cock began to show some life. I took his cock by the head and pushed my face deeper into his lap. I lazily stroked his cock up and down while my face was buried in his pubic nest. I sucked his right nut into my mouth and rolled around with my tongue. His cock hardened between my fingers. As I moved my hand up, I smeared his pre-cum over his slimy cockhead and down the shaft lubing it, allowing my hand to glide swiftly over his dick. I was really getting into this. Now, understand, I love oral sex, however, I would much rather receive than give. However right now, I was in the giving mood. I moved from his heavy ball sac to straight shaft, running my mouth up and down the underside of his shaft. "Mmm, Mmm" I moaned over his cock. You would think I was half starved and was finally getting a meal. Truth is: I was starved and Adam had all I could eat. I continued my feast on Adam's dong, when I felt a heavy smack on my ass. I unglued my lips from Adam's lap and looked up to see Adam staring down at me with an intense look on his face. "Don't stop" Adam exhaled and rolled his head back. His mouth wide opened. I didn't say a word. I just bobbed my head over his cock and kept stroking the length. Adam snuck his hand in through the back my panties. He slid his finger over my ass crack and down to my soaking wet pussy. I bobbed faster over his cock. His cockhead went from warm to hot, so swollen it seemed ready to burst. Adam slid his hand up and clenched my ass cheek. "Oh fuck, Kendra. Don't stop...Please don't stop" Adam pleaded. I worked up a lot of saliva and made this blowjob really sloppy. I pumped his rock hard shaft in my tiny brown fist, trying to urge him on. Adam really had a hold of my ass now, squeezing it, kneading his fingers into my caramel flesh. "Oooh, Kendra...baby let me fuck you" Adam said, and lifted my head from his ready to pop cock. "What's wrong Adam? You don't want to cum?" I asked, looking at him with a starved look in my eye. "Not yet, baby" He replied, and stood up. He knelt in front of the couch and swung my feet around in front of him. With my ankles in his massive hands, Adam spread my legs open, slid his hands down underneath my jiggly bottom. He then removed my panties, giving him full view of my soft pussy lips. "Looks so good" Adam whispered, lowering his head to my chocolate lips. Adam slid his tongue down and up my slit. He found his way to my little button and swirled his tongue all over it. Adam paid special attention to my clit, flicking it, sucking it, blowing softly on it. I hooked my hand around his head and pulled him in closer. He had his whole mouth over my pussy, humming, the vibrations making me cum right there. Adam lifted his head and sat up. He replaced his tongue with his index and middle fingers, working them over my sensitive area. His other hand was stroking his extended cock. I tried to speak through his finger work. "Ahh, Adam. Just fuck me Adam. Please!" I begged him; my head thrown back, my legs spread wide open. "Stick that big ass white cock in me now, Adam" I seethed. Adam stopped fingering me and with his hot rod in hand, smacked it down on my clitoris. He did it again and again, teasing me. He smacked it down again and this time rubbed the fat head down my sopping slit and back up again. "Oh my God!" I screamed. "Just fuck me, damn it! Adam took both of my ankles in his hand and held my legs wide. With out even using his hands, he aimed his missile at my entrance and thrust in, giving me just the head at first. He held it there for a moment still taunting me. He leaned forward a little and then sank into me. "Oh Shit, wait...wait...wait" I cried and stuck my hand out onto his abdomen. I looked down and saw that he was just over half way in. I could feel his cock way up in my tummy. "You want me to stop?" He asked "Hell no." I replied. "Let's try something else. Sit back on the couch" I continued. Adam withdrew and sat down on the sofa. I got up and removed my shirt. My dark nipples pierced the air with their stiffness. Adam's cock stood up from his lap, reaching for the heavens. I dipped a finger into my pussy and offered it to Adam. He licked the dew from my soaked pointer finger. I moved in and straddled him. I reached down and stroked his hammer too make sure he was nice and hard. I rubbed the head through my lips and started to work it into my needy hole. Adam held my hips as I lowered myself onto his cock. The pain returned again, once I was half way down. I eased back up then down. Up again and finally just sank down. "Ahhh, yes" Adam sighed, rolling his back in pleasure. My mouth was wide open in a silent scream. His hands moved from my ass up to my cocoa titties. I started grinding him at first, feeling his snake poke at my guts, working my clit against his pelvis. I rode him faster and soon reached climax, cumming all over his big dick. Now that I was nice and wet, I could ride up and down. I leaned into him, giving him a face full of brown tits and bounced my ass up and down on his long rod. Adam licked all over my nipples, and slid his hand over my ass. I had my hands braced on the back of my couch, riding him like I was in the last leg of the Kentucky Derby. To Neighbors... Ch. 02 Play Me Again Sam (To Neighbors 2) The message continued: “I am so sorry about last night, Kendra. I had to leave out of town suddenly. It was a family emergency. Please call me back when you get the chance. I’ll explain everything. Again, I’m sorry for calling so late, baby. Please just give me a call. I really need to speak with you.” I lifted the corner of my comforter and sat my bare ass on the cool satin sheets. I listened to the message over again. All of the anger, the bitterness, the woeful and vengeful feelings I had for Sam vanished. Just hearing his deep, hard voice over the phone made me weak. I remembered how much I wanted him. What a fool I was to just dismiss him the way I did. Why did I not give him the benefit of the doubt? Was I being selfish? Maybe something had happened? I hope he is all right. How frustrating. “Oh my God” I thought to myself. Here he was, 30 years my senior and I am worried about him. I wrestled with my thoughts, for what seemed like hours. I don’t know what time I eventually fell asleep, but I woke up to pounding on my door. I didn’t want to get up. Not just because I was a little hung over, but I really wasn’t interested in seeing Adam. So, I lie there in bed, hoping whoever it was would leave. “BANG, BANG, BANG.” No such luck. I sat up and looked at the clock: 12:00pm. Damn. Noon already. I slipped on my robe and walked to the door. “Who is it?” I asked. “Delivery for Miss Kendra Jones.” “That’s me”, I said, unlocking the door. I opened the door enough to stick my head through. “Miss Jones?” said the deliveryman. He was standing there with the biggest bouquet of flowers I had ever seen. “Oh my goodness!” I exclaimed, taking in a deep breath. “For me?” I asked. “Just sign right here please” he said. I scribbled a K on his paper and took the flowers. The deliveryman wished me a nice day and proceeded down the steps. I immediately went to one of the kitchen cabinets and took out one of my vases. I put in some water and then the flowers. I don’t know what kind they were, but they were so beautiful; different shades of blue, red, yellow and pink. The card read: My Apologies Let me make it up to you…Sam. I was giddy. I immediately grabbed my phone and called him up. “This is Sam” “Thank you so much, they’re so beautiful, I love them!” I squealed over the phone. “Do you really like them?” Sam asked, confident what my response would be. “Yes, yes I do. I love them, and I can’t believe you remembered that I don’t like roses (too cliché).” I continued. “Is everything all right, Love? I was worried” “Yeah, baby. I’m okay. I got a call from my daughter. She just told me she is getting engaged.” He said in a disappointed tone. “Well, isn’t that good?” I asked. “You don’t sound happy” “I would be if she wasn’t so young and the guy wasn’t such a God damn creep. She just turned 19 and the jarhead she plans on marrying is, pardon my language, a real ASSHOLE” That was the first time (in the short time we’ve spoken) that I heard him curse. It also reminded me that I had not told him I was only 18. He was still under the impression that I was 21. “Look, I’m sorry for getting upset.” He added. “It just burns me up when I think about it. Please forgive me.” “Of course, Sam. Maybe I can help you forget about it for a little while. Are you busy later?” I asked. “I miss you Sam, baby. Can I see you soon?” “I do have some things too take care of, but I’ll try to stop by this weekend. I will call you later.” He replied. “Oh, ok, can’t wait. Bye.” I hung up the phone and dashed to my room. I was so excited. I had to work off some of this energy. I decided to go to the gym, so I threw on some little shorts, top and my white tennis shoes and ran out the door. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I noticed my parking spot was empty. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed. I remembered I left it down the street at the Edge. I figured I might as well start off with some cardio, so I jogged off to the little nightclub and picked up my car. I spent about an hour at the gym, working on my little bird-legs. I was tired and very sore stepping out of the gym. When I arrived at the apartment, I turned to pull into my spot. I immediately stopped when I saw that the parking space occupied by a large black Benz. I looked closer at the license plate: CEO SAM. I nearly jumped out of the car right there. I pulled into the space next to mine, not caring whose it was. I turned off the ignition and hurried up the steps. Waiting by my door was Sam. My lord, he was gorgeous. He was wearing a pair of nice dress slacks that showed of his sexy behind. “Damn” I thought to myself. He looked better than the guys my age. I could tell he still worked out. The sleeves of his t-shirt fit tightly around his arms. He started in my direction as I hurried to grab him and hug him. We met and Sam embraced me with his strong arms, lifting me off my feet, squeezing me as if he didn’t want to let go. I didn’t want him to either. “Damn sugar, I missed you so much” Sam said, letting me back down on my feet. “You look beautiful.” “Yeah right” I said, trying in vain to fix my hair. “I just got out of the gym. I’m all sweaty. Gross” Sam just laughed, his deep laugh. “Awe, girl. You’re so cute.” I opened the door and invited Sam in. Once I closed the door, Sam grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. He leaned down and planted a soft deep kiss right on my full lips. His breath whistled through his nose over his mustache. I opened my mouth and Sam sucked my tongue in. His hands slid down to my cocoa buns and gave them a delicate squeeze. I could feel his penis grow in his pants. “Okay!” I thought. He released my lips and I pulled back. “I need to take shower”, I purred. “Hold that thought”, I added, giving his crotch a little grab before I turned and headed to the bathroom. “Hurry up, Kendra. I have to take off shortly” “Ok, babe. I’ll be right out.” I replied. “Help yourself to whatever you want.” I stripped and stepped under the hot water. I soaped up my caramel body and rinsed off. I tried to dry off as fast as I could. I wrapped my hair in a towel and then wrapped one around my naked body. Still a little damp, I returned to my living room to see how my Sam was doing. He was sitting on my couch flipping through one of the magazines I had on the coffee table. I entered the room softly and stood there, waiting for him to offer me his attention. “Well, hello there beautiful.” Sam said, finally noticing me posing for him in nothing but my towel on. I stepped around the coffee table and straddled Sam’s legs, seating my little brown rump in his lap. I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths, Sam slipped his hands under my towel and rubbed my ass with his rugged hands. I ground my wet mound over the growing bulge in his pants. My mouth moved from his lips to his neck. I moved my hands down to his belt, desperately wanting to free his cock from the constraints of his designer trousers. Sam stooped me suddenly, and sat me up. “Oh God, Ken” Sam said. “I want to make love to you so badly.” “Then what’s wrong, baby?” I asked, not sure of why he stopped. “I have to get going. I have a lunch meeting that I cannot miss, baby. I hope you understand” I climbed off of him and sat back on the couch, utterly disappointed. Sam explained that he needed to meet with some client. I wasn’t even interested in what excuse he was making this time. I just sat there, pouting. “Please, don’t give me that look, sweetheart.” Sam pleaded. “I will call you tonight. Promise” With that, Sam leaned down to kiss me on the lips, but I turned my face allowing him to only peck my cheek. “Ok” He added. Sam adjusted himself and walked out. I sat on the couch and pouted. “Dissed again” I said to myself. I spent about an hour feeling really sorry for myself, but instead of letting it ruin my weekend, I decided to get out of the apartment for a while. I gave my girlfriend, Cyan, a call. She and I met when I started school here and we clicked right away. She is a little more rambunctious and a lot more out-going than me, but we had fun whenever we went out. She is really cute too. We are both short, but she has a darker, more chocolate complexion than I. I also envied her, because her big ole boobs fit her thick ebony body. I always thought my breasts were too big for my tiny frame. We ended up getting together that night, and hit up a couple of clubs. Cyan’s combination of spirit and humor kept my mind off of Sam all night. I even turned my phone off. We drank, danced, flirted with some guys and drank some more. Cyan dropped me off that night around 2:00am, alone. I watched some TV until I fell asleep about an hour later. I had to work that next (Sunday) morning. I thought Sam might stop in the bar for maybe a drink or to say hi, but by the time I finished my shift, I hadn’t heard from him. I clocked out and headed home. On my way back to the apartment, Sam called. We spoke for just a few minutes. He told me he wanted to see me soon and this and that. I was still upset with him, so I acted disinterested in his conversation. I hung up with him by the time I got back to the apartment. I reached the top of the stairs and found a note on my door. It read: “Come by my office tomorrow. Twelve O’ clock…I can’t wait to see you, Sam.” A smile instantly appeared on my face. Even though I had class at that time, I made up my mind I would meet him. I held the note to my chest and inhaled deeply. I was overcome by emotions. No matter what, I just couldn’t stay mad at him. I hated that he had me wrapped around his finger. But, at the same time, I loved feeling like this man could take me whenever he wanted. I was sprung and we hadn’t even made love yet. I could hardly sleep that night. The anticipation of Sam’s hands exploring my tender young body was driving me insane. I was so hot that I slept without covers. I found myself sneaking my hand between my legs, gliding my finger through my moist slit. I rolled on to my back and spread my legs open wide. I had one hand moving over my mound, my middle finger diddling my sensitive clit, my other hand on top of that. My pussy, became saturated with my juices, I squirmed around, sucking in the warm night air that seeped in through my open window. I worked my finger faster over my little bud, soaking my hands. I was on the verge of cumming, pressing my hand down harder on my pussy. My hips gyrated, my ass pushed into the bed. I imagined Sam sinking his shaft into me over and over. I whipped myself into frenzy and sent my hand into turbo-mode. My toes curled, my mouth opened wide and released a high -pitched howl. I lay back and let myself come down from my orgasm. The sheets beneath my ass were cold and wet from my self-pleasure. I moved my hands from my soaked vagina to my stomach and over my nipples. I caressed them, smearing my secretion over my soft brown tits. My orgasm subsided and I settled under my covers and drifted away. Morning came and what a beautiful morning it was. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining and I was going to see my Sam later. Sam actually called me that morning to make sure I was going to show up. He was so cute. After leaving me hanging, more than once, he called to see if I was going to show. He gave me directions and said he would see me later. I took my time getting ready. After I showered, I touched up my little bush, shaving it down to a teeny-tiny strip of black hair. I lathered myself in my favorite Victoria’s Secret lotion, making sure to cover every inch of my body. I then straightened my hair and put it into two long French braids. I stood back and examined my caramel figure. I looked like a little “Mochahontas” with my hair done this way. I proceeded to get dressed, slipping on a pair of sheer pink thong underwear. Then I put on this cute denim skirt that I used to wear all of the time in high school, so it was a little short and a little tight. Perfect! I then put on a little spaghetti strap blouse. It went well with the shoes I wore. They were a pair of dainty opened toed heels, with a little strap that went around the ankle. I took one last look in the mirror before leaving. “Looking good girl.” I said to myself. “If he doesn’t want you now, don’t call him back” I continued and walked out. I hopped in my car and headed up the freeway. Traffic wasn’t too bad and I ended up arriving at Sam’s office building at about 11:45am. I drove through the parking garage and found a spot. I looked in the mirror once more, before I got out of the car and applied another layer of lipstick. I was feeling pretty damn good about myself, as I am sure much of the occupants of the building could tell by my sexy sashay as I entered the lobby. I scanned the building directory for my lover. “Sam Garrett.” I said, finally discovering his name. “7th floor, suite 707.” I stood in front of the elevator, waiting for the door to open. “Ding.” The bell sounded and the door opened. Three gentlemen in designer suits appeared, their conversation halted as soon as they saw me. “Damn!” said the not-so-shy one. “Hello” said the other two simultaneously, as I walked past them, into the elevator. I could see them staring back as the doors closed. I just smiled and looked up. What a feeling. I love when guys show me that kind of attention. I just feel that much sexier. Now, I really couldn’t wait to see Sam. The elevator reached the seventh floor and opened. It was pretty quiet up there. Except for a few random keyboards being tapped on, and the receptionist answering the phone, there didn’t seem to be much going on. I looked around, taking in the atmosphere. “Can I help you?” Said the receptionist, catching my attention with her quick –tempo, nasal voice. “Uh, yes.” I said, collecting myself. “I am here to see Sam. Sam Garrett” The woman picked up the phone. “Mr. Garrett, you have a visitor.” The woman looked up at me and answered back to the phone. “Okay. I’ll send her in.” “Go ahead honey” The receptionist said, pointing to the large doors to my left. “Right through those doors.” “Thank you” I said. I turned and approached the doors. I took a deep breath, smiled to myself and entered his office. Wow! Sam’s office was huge. It was very spacious. I was immediately overtaken by the smell of new leather. The cream colored carpet stretched from one ivory wall to the other and complimented the rich brown colored furniture. The lights were soft, almost dark near the door. Sam was sitting at his desk near the window. He was on the phone, so I walked around the room, investigating the art and trophies that adorned his walls. Sam glanced over at me, giving me a wink, acknowledging my presence. I offered a coy smile and continued my tour around the room. Sam sounded like he was doing big business. I really don’t know what he was talking about. I imagined that he was hammering out some huge deal. He was powerful man, very sexy. He motioned me to his desk. I approached him and he made a tapping motion on his desk. “Sit” He mouthed, still talking on the phone. I did as I was ordered and sat on the edge of his desk. My skirt rode up a little as I crossed my legs. Sam looked down and gave me a distinct look of approval. He reached forward and stroked his harsh hand from my petite ankle up my slender shin and back down. He seemed like he was getting a bit frustrated with the voice on the other end. “Hey, Bob” Sam interrupted. “I gotta’ go. Get in touch with my receptionist, Sue, and set up a time. Okay Bob? Talk to you later. Bye.” Sam hung up the phone and smiled. “Well, you made it.” He continued. “Let me get a look, sugar.” Sam took my hands and helped me down. I slid off of the desk and onto my feet. I stood there in between Sam’s slightly open legs. He moved his hands from mine, and slid them down my hips and back up my thigh. His hands were rough but his touch was gentle. “Mmm, you look so sexy, Kendra.” Sam said softly, licking his lips. “Turn around baby. Let me see.” I turned around slowly, teasingly. With my backside facing him, I looked over my shoulder to see Sam’s approval. I stuck my ass out a little taunting him for leaving me out to dry our last two meetings. “You like that, Daddy?” I cooed, bending forward slightly. My skirt rode up a little, exposing more of my mocha thighs. Sam worked his hands up my thigh right up over my cheeks. He pulled my hips back a little, forcing me to bend over more. Sam reached into his desk drawer and removed a remote control that he used to turn on some soft music. He returned his hands to my ass and pushed the skirt up to reveal the pink thong wedged between my brown, bubbly cheeks. With my cheeks parted, Sam leaned forward and pressed his nose into my ass. His mustache tickled my backside. I giggled a little and Sam just inhaled, taking in my sweet aroma. He hooked his fingers around the elastic material of my panties and with out haste, slid them over my ass and down my legs. I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side with my left foot. With my skirt pushed up to my waist and my bare butt exposed, Sam turned me around to face him. He rose from his big leather chair. He stood towering over me and leaned down. He sucked in my bottom lip. “Oh, so soft.” He whispered. I closed my eyes and let Sam kiss and suck my lips into his hungry mouth. I took in the scent of his cologne, allowing Sam to taste my supple lips. His hands moved to my shoulders. He slipped the straps of my blouse over them and down my arms. I pulled on arm through the strap and then the other. The blouse loosened and Sam pulled the rest of the material over my ebony tits. Sam continued kissing me, then moved his mouth to my neck. He sent a wave of electricity through my body, kissing one of the most sensitive parts of my body (my neck, right below my ear lobe). My dark nipples stiffened and rubbed against his dress shirt. “Oh, fuck me Sam” The words escaping my mouth in one heavy breath. Sam stood back. Looking down at my half-naked body. He sat down and undid my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I felt so sexy yet so vulnerable. All that I had on were my heels and my blouse, which was pulled down exposing my breasts. Sam sat back in his chair and turned me around. He pulled up closer to my behind, put a hand on the small of my back and pushed forward. I supported myself with my hands on his huge mahogany desk. I looked back at Sam. His eyes were zeroed in on my chocolate tail. Sam massaged my cheeks with his hands, then, opened them up. He, again, planted his face right in my ass. He moved his face back and forth, side to side. I could feel his hot breathe scorching my skin. With his nose on my puckered rose bud, Sam lapped his tongue up and down my slit. I leaned down further, my nipples grazing the cold wood of Sam’s desk. I stuck my ass back into his face. Sam opened me up even more and drove his tongue into my pussy hole. It felt like Sam was trying to taste every last inch of my brown sugar walls. He was groaning, breathing hard on me. My eyelids closed tight, trying to control myself. Sam would have none of that. He started sucking me now, taking in one lip, sucking it hard and then releasing it. He repeated this over and over. I gripped the edge of his desk, holding in my own moans. “It’s okay, baby.” Sam assured me, sensing my self-containment. “Let it out.” I did. Sam continued his oral assault. This time he put his whole mouth over my mound. He engulfed my pussy and sucked softly on it. “Sam” I cried. Through Sam’s slurping, I could hear his fly unzip. Before I could cum, he stopped. I was a lump of flesh leaning on Sam’s desk, my booty stuck up in the air. Sam stood up and freed his cock. With one quick swipe, Sam’s hand landed hard on my ass: SMACK. Another one followed: SMACK. To Neighbors... Ch. 02 “Ahh” I cried. Sam’s spanking jolted me. “Do it again.” I begged. SMACK. Sam stung me again. Next thing I felt was the warm fleshy head of Sam’s cock probing my sopping pussy. Gripping my hips Sam pulled me back and onto his hard cock. His dick slid right in. It was a perfect fit. He offered slow measured thrusts, causing me to buck back into him. I wanted him to just fuck me. “Mmm.” I said through closed lips. Sam fucked me like this until I was completely open, and before I could get off on his fucking, Sam withdrew. “Turn around” he commanded. I turned to face him, my eyes half opened, dazed and hungry for more. Sam put his right hand on my shoulder and forced me down on my knees. I knelt in front of my lover, facing his cock. His fat, ivory shaft was slick with my nectar. “Suck it.” He ordered, and I did as I was told. Without using my hands, I licked the meaty, pink head, covering it with my saliva. I swirled my tongue all over it, tasting his syrupy pre-cum. I loosened my lips and let the rest of his big white dick ease in. Sam stood there with his hands on his hips, staring down at me. I relaxed my throat and allowed Sam to push his cockhead over my tonsils. I reached under his cock, massaged his weighty balls and reached back even further, sliding my fingers under his sensitive skin between his balls and ass. While I bobbed my head up and down over his fat cock, I worked my middle finger between his butt cheeks and began playing with his asshole. “Oh, shit” Sam cried. He let me do this only for a moment and reached down to help me to my feet. Sam looked drunk. He reached under my ass, picked me up and sat me on his desk again. He leaned down and sucked my nipples, kissing and licking the undersides of my breasts, his mustache brushing across my chest. He eased me down on my back and moved down my body. He took a leg in each hand and spread my thighs. Sam’s tongue tornadoed across my brown sugary folds. I took hold of my own legs and cocked them in the air to give Sam better access. Sam used his two fingers to pull back my little pink hood and expose my clit. The combination of his saliva and my juice had my pussy dripping. Sam stood up and stepped out of his trousers. His creamy pole poised at my entrance. Sam stroked it up and then down. “Tell me how much you want it.” Sam ordered. I pulled my legs back farther and wider. “Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me with that big white cock” I pleaded. Sam rubbed his cockhead over my clit and then penetrated me, slowly pushing in until he couldn’t go any further. Sam took an ankle in each hand and cocked my legs out wide. He pushed his weight forward and fucked me hard, his pink ball sac bounced off of my ebony buns. Sam was working me, his eyes closed, focused on hammering away at me. I couldn’t breathe. Sam had been smooth and gentle with me up until this point, but was now sawing in and out of my hot pussy. I reached down and worked my clit. Sam’s thrusting grew intense and more rapid. His white lightning and my handwork pushed me over the edge and I came, howling, grasping for air. I gave up right then and there. I stopped playing with my pussy and went limp in Sam’s hands. He pushed my legs forward so my ankles were damn near my ears, and pumped into me with slow, hard strokes. Sam leaned forward, hovering over me. His face was red and sweaty. “Oh, Kendra. You’re so sexy baby” Sam breathed. “Oh Kendra.” Sam leaned back, clenching my legs close to his body and drilled into my. His balls slapped hard against my ass. I loved that feeling, that sound. Sam’s increased tempo lead me to believe he was about to cum, but just when I thought he was going to blow, he pulled out and sat back in his chair, panting. I was still lying on the desk, trying to catch my own breath. I sat up and looked at my ivory lover. His head was thrown back, cock pointing to the ceiling. I wasn’t about call it quits. I got up, pulled my blouse completely off and knelt in between his legs. “I’m sorry, I…” Sam tried to say something, but before he could I slid my caramel lips down his rock hard member. I bobbed my head over his cock, sucking it, making dirty little slurping sounds. I didn’t want Sam to cum in my mouth so I stood up and straddled him, reverse cowgirl style. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his knees, and lowered my booty over his dick. I went slowly at first, taking in the head, then inch by inch down the shaft. I sank all the way down and worked a steady rhythm, bouncing my ass off of his pelvis. Sam loved it. He started spanking my ass again and then took my bun cheeks in his hands and pushed my ass down harder. My limber body stretched forward, my hands holding on to his legs almost down by his ankles. Sam opened my ass cheeks and worked his fat white thumb into my backdoor. What a feeling. I had never had anything in my ass, period. Sam worked it in past the knuckle. He had his thumb in my booty and his other four fingers on top of my ass. Holding onto my tailbone, he forced my ass down hard in his hammer. It felt like my pussy had opened up even more and my ass was on fire. My teeth chattered as Sam pulled down hard. This fucking was too much. I sat back up, Sam’s thumb popped out and I ground my ass in his lap. I reached down and tugged Sam’s sac. He moved his hands around my waist, gripping it tight and thrust up into me. I rode out my own orgasm. Just when I cried out, Sam released his seed, sending a torrent of hot cum into my chocolate sugar. I rocked back and forth on his cock and massaged his balls until I was sure they were empty. Sam caressed my body, sliding his hands from my hips, up my side, and over my nipples. I leaned back and let Sam kiss my neck and ears. We sat like this for a few minutes. It took some time before Sam’s dick deflated. Once we recouped, Sam carried me to the sofa and laid my nude body down. Sam sat down with me for a moment and smoothing over my body with his masculine hands. Within minutes, I drifted away, into a peaceful, much needed nap. Sam woke me up a couple hours later. “Rise and shine, gorgeous.” Sam said. “What time is it?” I asked. “Time to get out of here.” Sam replied. “I’ll walk you down to your car. I got dressed and followed Sam out of his office. The whole floor was barren by now. We entered the elevator and took it down to the lobby. Sam walked me to my car and offered me a deep, sensual kiss. I didn’t want to let go of him and I hoped he had the same feelings. “Ok, so you’ll call me?” I asked. I sounded so pathetic. Sam looked like he had something else on his mind. “Yeah” he said. “Listen, I’ll be leaving for Japan tomorrow.” I looked at him confused. “What? Since when?” “I know, it’s short notice, but I really need to go. Business, babe.” Sam explained. “So was this business?” “Ken…” I interrupted. “You know what Sam? Just call me when you can.” I turned away and opened my car door. Sam tried to grab my arm, but I pulled away. I fumbled with my keys, trying my hardest to keep from crying. I found the ignition, started my vehicle and sped off, leaving Sam a diminishing figure in my rearview mirror. To Neighbors... "You like that, Adam? You like this pussy?" I screamed. Adam couldn't even answer me. His eyes were shut tight, his mouth wide open. I thought he was going to cum soon. "Just don't cum in me, baby." I told him. I kept bouncing on him until I got tired of doing all of the work. "From the back." I commanded and climbed off. I got on my knees, facing the back of the couch. I arched my back and gave Adam a perfect view of my perfect brown butt. Adam stood up and shoved his cock in me. He pushed in slowly giving me the entire length. I bit my lip as I held in a primal scream that I wanted to release so badly. Adam finally settled in, his pubes pressed against my asshole. He slowly slid out and slowly pushed in. I reached between my legs and strummed my clit, rocking back into Adam, urging him to just pound my ass. Adam took my cue and picked up his pace. Adam fucked my pussy from behind with all his might. I tried to meet his every thrust, but I just couldn't keep up. He started whipping his cock in and out of me, smacking my ass hard with his hands. Adam then worked up a steady, hard rhythm and soon tensed up. I was screaming unable to mutter a complete word or sentence. "Adam, Adam, Adam!...you're making me cum, baby" I screamed. "OH MY GOD!" "Ahh, fuck me Kendra...I'm going to'...I'm..." Adam cried. Adam's grip on my ass tightened, then with one more hard thrust, Adam pulled his cock from my pussy and dumped his cum all over my black ass. I didn't think he would stop. Spurt after hot spurt sprayed across butt and up my back. I just leaned into the couch and allowed Adam to paint my beautiful exposed brown sugar with his sappy white seed. Adam pumped the last drop of cum from his body and leaned over me, his hand braced against the wall. "Damn Kendra." He whispered in my ear, rubbing his cum into my backside with his slightly deflated cock. I could feel his cum roll off of my ass and down my thigh. Adam stepped aside and dropped to the couch, spent. I managed to pull myself from the sofa and stumbled to the bathroom in my bedroom. After I used the toilet I looked in the mirror to see the damage. "My God" I thought. My entire ass and almost all of my back was white. I stepped in the shower to wash off Adam's sperm. I even had to wash some out of my hair. Once in the shower, I wondered what just happened. How was I going to act around Adam from now on? Sure we had a good time, but I didn't want to get serious with him. Just then, Adam peeked his head through the door and said he was going back down to his place. "Stop by later, Kendra...if you want." He said. He was probably unsure of our situation as well. Hell, he probably didn't know much anyway, as much pot he smoked and as much as he drank. I think he even squirted half of his brains all over me. After the shower I ran a hot bath to soak my sore vagina. When I got out, I through on my silk robe and went to the kitchen for a glass of water before I finally got some sleep. As I strolled back to my bedroom I noticed the light on my phone flashing. I hadn't heard the phone ring while Adam pounded me with his "Go- Go- Gadget" dick. I checked to see who it was. I liked closer and repeated the number in my head. Whoever it was left a message so I dialed up my voicemail and entered my password. "...You have one new message," Said the robotic voice. "Hi, Kendra...It's Sam..."