1 comments/ 161616 views/ 5 favorites Donna's Neighbor By: JohnOne This is one of a series of stories that I wrote for a friend whom I had met in the spanking chat room quite some time back. The stories utilized my own imagination and desires to bring to life, so to speak, the fantasies that my friend, Donna, shared with me. Keeping in mind that I'm in no way a master of the written word, I hope that what I lack in artistic expression can be overlooked in light of the "content" of my fantasy. Enjoy! * * * * * Carol brought the drink over to where Donna sat on the sofa; sitting closer to Donna than would normally be considered comfortable spacing for two women: especially two women who were really only meeting for the first time, not counting the brief encounter earlier in the day at the mailbox that had prompted Carol to invite her neighbor Donna over for a get-acquainted chat. She was sitting close enough, in fact, that as she half-turned on the couch to face Donna her knees rested lightly against Donna's thigh. When she handed the glass to Donna she let her hand slide down the length of the container as Donna took its weight, causing her fingers to brush lightly against Donna's hand for a brief moment. Outwardly Donna showed no reaction to the brief contact and the unnatural proximity of the other woman: she merely accepted the drink with a polite "thank-you." Inwardly, however, her heart skipped a beat as her mind was still filled with her own private fantasies involving the other woman. Fantasies that she had spent time earlier in the day feeding, as she frequently did while her husband was away at work, by doing her housework wearing nothing but a pair of black stockings. In fact, even though she would be horrified to have Carol know about her fantasies, she still had worked herself up to the point that, when it was time to come over to Carol's, she wasn't ready to let the fantasies go. Instead, she chose to "feed" the fantasy during their time together by wearing, under her clothes, her sexiest pair of panties and bra. Both were silky, bikini-style and quite see-through. Just wearing them, like the black stockings, made Donna feel so naughty and aroused. "Behave yourself!" she silently scolded herself. She didn't dare let herself actually believe that the other woman's innocent body language was anything more than mere coincidence. Still, she couldn't help but let her horny imagination make of the touch more than it was, thinking that the slight brushing of Carol's fingers over her own had seemed just a bit too long to have been an accident. And, Donna noticed that Carol was making no move to separate their legs even though she had to know that they were in contact. Donna had to force herself to concentrate on the light-hearted conversation, trying to hold up her half of it as well as actually listening to what Carol was saying. Carol took a sip of her own drink, letting her lips caress the lip of the cup as she looked over its rim to make eye to eye contact with Donna. She seemed to be lightly licking her lips a lot, as if trying to draw Donna's attention to her sensuous mouth. "Or is that just my imagination too," Donna thought to herself. Over the next half-hour or so, as Carol and Donna continued to talk, Carol's body language seemed to Donna to become more and more overt: first leaning toward Donna as they spoke, conveying an invitation to closeness; then, by seeming to find numerous opportunities to reach out and touch Donna, sometimes on her arm or hand, sometimes resting her hand on Donna's knee or thigh. She also seemed to Donna to be looking at her with what she was almost sure was a look of sexual interest. Through all of this Donna neither advanced nor retreated but just let Carol take the initiative, and secretly hoped that, by some miracle, she wasn't just seeing what her hormones wanted her to see. Donna did notice that her own breathing was more shallow and that she was very definitely feeling that slow boil of desire that emanated from between her legs and spread outward to course through her limbs. "Please, please, don't let me be wrong," Donna prayed to herself. "Please," she silently thought to Carol, "please don't stop. I desperately want you to take me, but I'm so afraid to move toward you on my own for fear I may be wrong!" At last, as if hearing Donna's silent plea, and as if she had just been waiting for the unspoken invitation, Carol moved in, erasing all of Donna's doubts. She moved even closer to Donna and reached up with her right hand to gently run her fingers through Donna's hair. At the same time she reached across Donna's body with her left hand and began caressing Donna's arm with her fingertips, beginning at Donna's shoulder and running down to Donna's elbow and then across her hips and thigh. Donna, though shocked by Carol's sudden boldness, closed her eyes and let her breath out with an audible sigh and a shudder, letting her body melt at the other woman's touch before finally opening them once again to look into the eyes of this beautiful, dark-haired temptress. "You know, Donna, I've been fantasizing about you for some time now." Carol continued to caress Donna seductively, tracing her fingers along the insides of Donna's thighs and up her stomach and then over the contours of Donna's breasts. "I think something inside of me told me you might be receptive to the idea. Was I right, Donna?" Donna's voice came out in a barely audible whisper: "Yes." As she said the word she leaned over to slowly bring her lips to Carol's. Just an inch short, Donna was stopped by Carol putting her finger to Donna's lips and gently pushing her back. "Not yet, sweety, first you have to fulfill a fantasy of mine." Aching desire filled Donna's being. She felt as if there were nothing she wouldn't do to fulfill that desire: nothing she wouldn't give this woman. "Fantasy?" she asked, wondering what was to come next. "I want you to prove your submission to me. I want to make you my little love slave." A new hope stirred within Donna when she heard the words "submission" and "slave." Donna dared to hope that her own desire to be spanked might be encompassed in those words. "What do you think, Donna? Would you be willing to submit to my every desire?" Carol continued to tantalize Donna with her soft touch. "Oh, yes, Carol. Please let me show you how submissive I can be." Carol smiled at Donna and then proceeded to explain what she wanted. "It's only fair to warn you that there will be pain before pleasure. You see, Donna, I've always wanted to lay a naked woman across my lap or over my knee and give her a good, long, hard spanking on her bare bottom before taking my pleasure with her. Will you let me give you a very hard spanking on your bare bottom, Donna?" "Oh yes, Carol. Please spank me on my bare bottom!" Donna's words were backed by the full passion of her desire. Her plea welled up from her very soul: her longing so intense she became her desire. To be at another woman's mercy; to suffer the humiliation of being completely naked and vulnerable; to feel the heat rising in her punished bottom mixed with the moist desire dripping from her shaved pussy… She yearned for the sting of the first stroke. "Stand up then sweety." Carol told Donna with a smile, "Let me see you take off your clothes and prepare for your spanking." "Oh, please, Carol don't make me be completely naked," Donna pleaded, even though she really wanted her plea and any future pleas for mercy to be ignored. Donna knew that the nakedness increased her vulnerability, which in turn made her even hornier. And she also knew there was something about being "forced" and not given any choice that was an important part of the dynamic. "You will take off every stitch of clothing and receive your spanking completely naked." This was said in a tone of voice to let Donna know that there would be no argument without consequences. Donna removed her shoes and socks before standing up and facing Carol, who remained sitting on the couch, eager to see Donna disrobe. She untucked her blouse from her pants and began slowly, self-consciously undoing the buttons, starting at the bottom and working her way upward. Feeling both erotic and embarrassed, Donna didn't know where to look as she stripped so she closed her eyes and looked at nothing. "Eyes open. Look right at me," Carol said in a commanding voice, yet without raising her voice. Donna's eyes popped open. She looked at Carol as she let her blouse fall from her shoulders and onto the floor. Carol's grin broadened when she saw the sexy, lace, see-through bra that Donna wore. Donna's face flushed. "Oh God! She knows I was horny before I even came over here! Why else would she think I wore this bra?" thought Donna. She bit her lip and forced herself to screw up the courage to continue. She unfastened the button on her pants and unzipped them. After a brief hesitation she let them fall to the ground, exposing her see-through panties as well, and then stepped out of her pants. The sight of Donna in her sexy underwear was having an effect on Carol's composure. Her own breathing was more rapid and she no longer tried to hide her aroused state. She licked her lips with desire as she gazed upon Donna's beauty. Carol started to spread her own legs and let her hand begin to wonder to her crotch, slithering across her breast and down, but then she took reign on herself and stopped. "Enough. Time for that later. First things first: remove your bra." Donna obeyed. "And now turn around and take down your panties." Donna turned , slipped her thumbs under the wasteband and slowly slid the silky material down to her ankles, bending over at the waist as she did so and thus offering Carol a grand view of her exposed bottom and her shaved vagina. Donna remained bent over allowing her mistress to take in the sight; waiting to be told when she could rise. After about 15 seconds, Carol spoke: "Now get down on your hands and knees. I want you to pick those panties up in your mouth and bring them to me." Donna got down on her hands and knees as she was told. She leaned down and picked up the vaginally moistened garment between her teeth. "This is so incredibly humiliating!" she thought. "And yet…" She could detect the aroma of her own desire wafting up from the panties: the panties she had deliberately chosen for the express purpose of sustaining her arousal, the panties now wet with the secretions of her most intimate parts, the panties now held in her mouth to be obediently delivered to the new object of her desire. Donna crawled over where Carol sat and offered her the gift. Carol took the panties from Donna's mouth and held them up to her own nose , inhaling deeply, not trying to hide the shudder of delight that ran through her body at the scent of another woman's vagina. "Now, one more time, let me hear you ask very nicely for your spanking." "Will you please spank my bare bottom really hard?" Donna heard herself saying. "Yes, I will Donna. Now get up and get over my knee." Donna rose and eagerly laid herself across Carol's lap. Her need to be spanked was a fire within, threatening to consume her. She drank in her nakedness. She basked in her helplessness. Already the ecstatic release she longed for threatened to overpower her. At last it began. SMACK, . . .Donna cried out and writhed with the first strike. "Owwww. . .Oh that hurts so bad!" Carol really knew how to spank. Donna couldn't believe that a person could inflict this level of stinging pain with their bare hand. And Carol was relentless. SMACK. . . SMACK. . . SMACK. . . the blows fell on one cheek and then the other. With each stroke the level of pain in Donna's bottom increased. "Owwwww. . .please stop. It hurts!" But there was no mercy to be found. After 30 seconds Donna was wriggling furiously on her tormentor's lap, kicking her legs up in a vain attempt to escape the pain. SMACK . . .SMACK . . .SMACK . . . After a minute, a hundred blows had fallen on Donna's ass, and when Donna realized that Carol wasn't stopping, in spite of the pleas for mercy, she began to weep openly. And still it continued. Donna's butt was red with heat. Two minutes passed and Carol began to change her style; instead of alternating her swats on either side of Donna's bottom she instead began raining salvos of 10 swats to the same spot before moving on to another. "Please. . . please!" Donna wailed through her tears, and still received no mercy until the onslaught had lasted a full five minutes. At last the blows stopped. Donna went limp and wept openly, still over Carol's lap. She could feel Carol tenderly caressing her enflamed bottom. Carol let Donna stay this way for several minutes until her sobs began to subside, then she used her hands to guide Donna off her lap and into a kneeling position before her, with Donna sitting back on her heels. Donna lifted Donna's chin and looked in her eyes. "How did you like your warm up, my little slave?" "Warm up?" Donna gasped, "You mean you're going to s-spank me more?" "Of course I am, sweety. You do want to be able to carry the feelings away with you when you go, don't you?" "Well, yes. It's just . . . that it hurt so bad." "I know it did, honey; it hurt my hand too. And you did ask me to spank you very hard, didn't you?" "Yes." "Besides, I'm not ready to stop playing with that wonderful, red bottom of yours. How does your bottom feel now?" "Hot." Donna replied. "And kind of tingly." "And do you like the way it feels?" Carol asked. "Yes. But I don't know if I can take any more spanking on top of what you've already given me." "Trust me, you can. Besides, believe it or not, the worst is over. My hands are my best instruments for spanking: whatever else I use on you will hurt, but not quite so much. "Now," Carol continued, "I was going to give you just two spankings, but because you failed to thank me for your first one, I'm going to give you an additional one with my hairbrush. Do you understand, Donna?" "Yes," Donna replied meekly. "Yes, . . . and?" Carol prompted. "And thank you for spanking me so hard." After a moments hesitation Donna got up the courage to add: "And will you please spank me some more?" Carol put her hand to Donna's cheek, leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss on the mouth. "You really are a sweety, you know? Now, go around to the end of the sofa and lay yourself over the arm." Donna really didn't know how much more spanking her punished bottom could take, but deep down, she was really enjoying her submissive role, and she had this tremendous urge to please Carol – and she was getting very ready for Carol to please her. After Donna had taken her position over the arm of the couch, she saw Carol take a wooden ruler out from under the couch, where she apparently had already stored it in anticipation of Donna's servitude. The thought that all this had been planned sent another electric shudder of delight through Donna. Without preamble, the spanking began anew. Donna wiggled and whimpered as the ruler expended its energy on her tender bottom. Carol deliberately made sure that each stoke overlapped the previous one. Where the edge of the ruler hit on the overlapped area, the effect was that it felt to Donna as if her bottom were being striped by a switch. After a couple of minutes, Carol paused briefly. "Spread your legs wide for me." Donna half reluctantly, half eagerly spread her legs, opening herself totally to Carol gaze as well as to her punishing ministrations. Once again, the spanking resumed. This time Carol was standing by Donna's head and spanked her by reaching over Donna's body to deliver the blows with the ruler running vertically down Donna's sore ass. She made sure to focus on those areas that had not received as much attention: SMACK! The ruler landed on Donna's anus. "Ooooooh!" Donna clenched her hands and clawed at the sofa as she tried to endure the continuing pain and now the further humiliation of having her anus spanked. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Three more strokes landing in the same spot. "Aaaaaah! Owww!" Donna whimpered as she gritted her teeth trying to endure her anal spanking. But even through the pain she was aware of the sexual turn on it was to be spanked in this fashion. She alternated between sticking her butt up in the air prominently to accept the next blow and recoiling from the impact. The result was that Donna was inadvertently – or not so inadvertently – masturbating over the arm of the couch as her movements thrust her back and forth with heated frenzy. Her cries became louder as, not only the pain, but also the sexual tension in her body grew. "AAAAAAAH . . . OOOOOOOOOOOH . . ." As Donna approached her peak Carol suddenly stopped. "Ohhh . . .!" Donna moaned, now in protest at being cut off so close to orgasm. But she knew that she didn't really want to cum now but wanted to wait and expend the fullness of her desire on Carol herself. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself," Carol said with a smile. Donna felt her face turn crimson as she realized that her masturbatory antics had not gone unnoticed. Carol's smile widened at Donna's blush. She moved around behind Donna, kneeling between her still spread legs, and began tracing her fingers slowly up and down the backs and insides of Donna's thighs as she examined her handiwork at close range. She didn't miss noting the glisten of moisture surrounding Donna's mound. She leaned her face in close to take in the aroma of Donna's heat. Donna could feel the warmth of Carol's breath as it flowed across the moist lips of her vagina and she moaned with need. Carol stood and slowly walked around to where Donna's head lay over the sofa. As she moved she allowed her hand to glide along the inside of Donna's thigh, brushing lightly up the length of her pussy then continuing along the cleft of her bottom and up her back. Then she began stroking her fingers through Donna's hair. "Take my clothes off," she told Donna after ensuring she had her attention. Donna swung her legs around to sit on the couch and then obeyed. She began slowly undoing the top button of Carol's blouse then caressed her between her breasts as she moved down to the next one. Donna felt ravenous. She wanted to tear the other woman's clothes off but made herself proceed slowly, sensuously. Carol wore no bra, and as each button was undone her blouse fell open wider to give Donna a widening view of Carol's luscious breasts. When the last button was undone Donna let her hands move gently upward over Carol's breast, not quite touching the nipples, and then up to her shoulders to push the garment back and let it fall to the floor. Donna's breasts rose and fell as she tried to breathe, her need making her pant with desire. Donna took her first small step of initiative in the encounter by leaning in and taking Carol's erect nipple tenderly in her mouth. Carol held Donna's head and threw her own head back with a moan of pleasure. Donna continued to kiss Carol's breast and to trace her tongue over its every contour as she slid her hands down Carol's body and began unfastening her pants. When the pants fell to the floor and Carol had stepped out of them, Donna began to slip her fingers inside the elastic wasteband of Carol's panties to bring them down as well. "No." Carol stopped her. "I want you to take them off with your teeth." Without hesitation Donna dropped to her knees and began her latest task. She had to use her tongue, slipping it under the elastic waistband, before she could get a good enough grip to pull the panties part way down. Once she had accomplished this she was able to grab hold of the panties crotch, which was wet with Carol's cream, and pull them down to Carol's knees. Eventually she was able to get them all the way off, though she had to resort to contorting her naked body into unnatural and provocative positions to do so. At last both women were completely naked to each other. Donna's Neighbor Dear Readers, Ever had a friend, acquaintance, or neighbor, who you always wondered about? What if they made the first move? * I was just about to settle in front of the T.V. when I heard the knock. I looked through the peephole. It was Adrian, my incredibly hot next door neighbor with the long hair and the sexy English accent. I immediately felt a flush of warmth. He moved in four years ago, and I've had a bit of a crush on him ever since. He worked in a nightclub, so our hours were very different. We waved at each other coming and going a few times every week. We had had a few conversations, the way neighbors do, about the weather, or the neighborhood, but I could count the times on one hand when we'd had a conversation that lasted more than fifteen minutes. He'd never knocked on my door before. He probably wanted me to check his mail while he was going on vacation or borrow a cup of sugar or something. I opened the door. "Allo Donna," Adrian said. "Hi Adrian," I said. "What can I do for you?" I asked. Wicked smile at that. He leaned against the door jam. "Would you like to come in?" I asked. "No, love, that's alright." "So how can I help you?" I asked. That smile again. God, he was even hotter than I remembered. "I was wondering if you'd like to party with me and a friend of mine tonight?" "Ah..." Of all the things I thought he'd ask, that was not it. I was always traveling for work and I was always complaining that I didn't really know anyone in my neighborhood. I guess after all this time it would be a good idea to get my neighbor better. "Ah, sure, why not?" I said. "Good," he said, straitening up. "Say ten o'clock then?" "Okay," I said. He turned around to leave and then turned back to me. "Do you have something ultra-sexy to wear?" "Ah..." It had been a long time since I had been clubbing. "Ah..." I tried to think of anything that I had in my wardrobe that wasn't work clothes. "Ah... um... no." "Good," he said. "I'll bring something over then." He gave one of my strawberry blonde curls a tug and stroked one finger down my cheek and then he was gone. "Well that was weird," I said to myself. I looked at my watch. 7:30. I'd hop in the shower right now. This was a great idea. I hadn't been out in forever. I remember about a year ago I'd seen him with a beautiful tall brunette a few times. That's probably who he was talking about when he mentioned a friend. Maybe she liked to get up and dance when she went to the bars. Goodness knows how guys don't always like to get up and dance and girls tend to only get up and dance if a friend gets up with them. The more I thought about it the more and more I liked the idea. I needed to get out. All work and no play makes a girl a dull... well however the saying went. Maybe I'll take a bubble bath. I ran up the stairs with a giddy laugh and a spring in my step. I had my make-up and jewelry on and my hair in a nice updo with a few artful tendrils hanging down. My robe was really short so I was wearing my sweats under it when Adrian knocked at a quarter to ten. "Allo again, Love," he said. "Ah...hi." It was still weird to see him at my door. He handed me a shopping bag. "So see you at my house in fifteen minutes?" "Okay," I said. He left. I went upstairs to get dressed. The dress was a black leather dress with a zipper all the way down the front and a red detail around the waist made to look like a belt. He'd included a black bra. I looked at the tag. My size. Good guess. He'd included shoes. Wowza! Those were freaking high heels. I put on the bra. WHOA. That was not just a bra. That was a MAJOR push-up bra. I looked down at myself. Holy moly. I'm about a C cup but I looked like a triple D in that bra. I couldn't see anything down past my boobs in that bra. I wasn't sure the dress would fit over the bra. On the one hand, it was strange that he got it for me, on the other hand it was probably meant to go with the dress and I definitely wanted to keep it. He hadn't included underwear, which I considered a good thing; I mean that would have been kind of creepy. Only, I'm sure I didn't have any undergarments nearly as nice as the bra. All the underwear I have are the boring comfortable kind. I rummaged through my underwear drawer and came up with nothing that even remotely matched. Not that it mattered, nobody was going to see it, but I would know. I didn't want to wear granny panties with an awesome bra like this and an amazing leather dress. I thought about it and remembered a pair of pink lace boy shorts that I had bought years ago but had never worn. They were in a box in the bottom of my closet. I dug them out. I put them on. I looked in the mirror. Perfect. Okay, I told myself. Now the dress. It had a tight bodice and a very short, loose flowing skirt. Jeez, is this what they are wearing to the clubs these days? I zipped the neck down until it showed a ton of cleavage. That would never do, definitely too slutty. Way not me. Truth is, I haven't dated much, I'm pretty shy, and it's a good thing Adrian brought something over because I certainly didn't have anything like this in my closet. I zipped the zipper all the way up to my neck. The leather formed like second skin to my torso this way, making my breasts look even bigger. No, that's definitely not good either. I opened the zipper just a little bit. The leather relaxed some and so did I. "Phew," I said out loud. I looked at my watch. I had to get a move on if I didn't want to be late. I looked at the shoes. Those laces looked complicated. I slipped them on. They fit perfectly. Had Adrian noticed me more than he let on? I laced the black leather laces all the way up my calves. Is this the way they were supposed to go? I stood up gingerly. Freakin' A, these heels must be six inches high. I will never be able to dance in these. Fuck. I looked in my closet. Sling backs. No. Blue flats. No. Sandals. No. Running shoes. Jeesh. The one inch Steve Maddens I wore to great Aunt Jane's funeral. Yes! I grabbed, my small-heeled dress shoes, and walked carefully down the stairs. I was walking out my front door when I thought this outfit needed pantyhose. Or better yet stockings. Ah, fuck that. I walked to Adrian's house. The shoes were surprisingly comfortable. As long as I swung my ass a little and watched my step I could actually walk in them without worrying about falling down. I rang Adrian's bell and he let me in right away. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as he let me in. I walked in and I saw a man leaning against the dining room table. Adrian locked the dead bolt behind me and it made a very loud click, locking us all in together. "Ah..." I said. "Donna, this is John, he was my roommate in University and he just moved to the states a few months ago." "Ah..." I said again. "He's my guest, Donna," Adrian said. I got the distinct feeling I was missing something. "I'm going to make him feel welcome." "Um..." I said. "Would you like a drink, love?" Adrian said. "Um, yeah," I said. What's with this calling me Love like he throws it around all the time stuff? I thought. I know he grew up in England and all, but he never called me Love before. Curious. "Sure," I said. "Follow me," Adrian said. I followed Adrian into the kitchen, putting my purse down on the dining room table and my spare pair of shoes down below it on the way. I hadn't been in Adrian's house before, but the layout of his house was almost identical to mine. "What will you have, Donna? Beer, wine, a mixed drink?" "Um, I don't usually drink," I said. He smiled at me. "Of course not," he said. "Maybe a girly drink?" I asked. Then I wondered if it sounded stupid. I realized John had come up behind me. "A creamy girly drink or a fruity girly drink?" Adrian asked. "Fruity," I answered. Adrian made me a drink. It was way stronger than I expected. I took a sip and put it down on the counter. Adrian picked it up and handed it to me. "No," he said. "Drink up." Something in the way he said it, so firmly, had me obeying automatically. I took a few big sips. I went to put it down. "No," he said. "Finish it." "I'm not used to drinking," I said. "That's okay," he said, "finish it." I did. "It was really good," I said. And it was. I looked over at John; he still hadn't said anything. "I expected a girl," I said. "Really?" Adrian said. That seemed to amuse him. I couldn't figure out why. I felt a tiny bit of a buzz, and it made me happy. Then in a quick move, so quick it was almost too quick to follow, Adrian grabbed both my arms and held them straight down behind me, holding my wrists together. It was a weird thing to do, and made no sense, but oddly enough it felt kind of good, as if he were holding me up instead of just holding my arms back. "When are we leaving?" I asked. "We're not going anywhere," he said. "We're staying in," he said. "I'm confused," I said. Adrian cuffed my wrists together with some kind of padded thick wrist cuff. I pulled my wrists against them. I had less than an inch that I could pull them apart. I blinked fast. The alcohol had hit me really hard but I was becoming less confused by the second. Adrian put his lips to my ear and unzipped my dress an inch. He took one finger and caressed the swell of my breast that the dress revealed. "Wait, wait, what?" I said. I blinked fast. He never said we were going to a club, I just assumed that. The way he pulled down the zipper on my dress an inch wasn't to get it where he wanted for a fashion statement. It was pure sex. He was interested in me. That way. This was a surprising turn of events. And my body was so on board. Unfortunately my mind was still taking a minute to catch up. Adrian ever so lightly caressed my collarbones, making me shiver. "You're going to do anything and everything I want you to do, aren't you?" What the hell? "I'm not so sure about that," I said. I wasn't hostile or fighting him. My mind was so far behind where he was leading I was trying to wrap my mind around this situation and catch up. "Wrong answer," he growled and unzipped the dress another inch. He caressed further down my breast, lower, the part that was now exposed. My God, that felt good. "You're going to do what I want you to do, right?" "Ah...maybe?" I said. Growl from Adrian. "Wrong. Answer." He unzipped the dress another two inches. Adrian slipped his hand into the dress and pinched my nipple through the bra. And that was it, my body flooded with wetness and desire. Oh, God, I liked this game. "Don't make me ask you too many times Donna. Now, you're going to do whatever I want. You're going to do EXACTLY what I want. When I want. How I want. When I ask it. You're going to do everything that I want, right? Aren't you?" "I think so," I said. "I don't know." "Well, let me help you decide," he said. And he twisted my head hard and brought it back to him for a kiss. It was an onslaught. Like he had complete control and he was making love to my mouth. My neck muscles went completely limp. It was a good thing he was holding the back of my head because I could no longer hold it up. With his other hand he pulled one breast out of the top of the bra, pushing it up even higher. He found one nipple and kneaded it between his fingers. I whimpered into his mouth. He laughed and broke the kiss. "Now that's a good girl," he said. God, I don't think I ever had anyone say something to me that made me feel as good as when he praised me like that or as hot as what he had said before. Yes, it had taken me a minute to wrap my head around what he was doing but now I got it, and oh I got it BIG time. He was establishing himself as dominant. And, oh fuck, I liked it. "I've never done anything remotely, remotely like this," I said looking at Adrian. "I figured that," he said. He put his lips to my ear. "I like that. Pure. Fresh. I'm going to taint you. Despoil you. It will be my pleasure." I got even wetter. Then I remembered John. I looked at him. "Oh, fuck," I said. They both laughed. "And John's going to watch?" I asked. They both laughed again. "Shit," I said. "Oh, God." With a fast move Adrian yanked the zipper of the dress down to the waist and opened the top halves of the dress up. John reached out and touched my cleavage. Instinctively I jerked away from him but Adrian was right behind me so my arms and back bumped into Adrian's front. "No," Adrian growled drawing the word out, "bad girl." "Sorry," I said, but I didn't relax or move back into John's hands, "He surprised me." Adrian gave me a little bump forward, which moved me into John, but John just caressed me lightly and stepped back, like he sensed it was too soon. Adrian gave a sharp little downward tug on my wrists. I got it. Bad girl. Adrian came around in front of me. "This is NOT how I expected the evening to go," I said. "Too bad," Adrian said, all sexy accent, sly smile, and wicked humor. I couldn't help it. I smiled back at him. This was already WAAAAAAY not how I expected the evening to go. But who wants to go to a loud, smelly, noisy club, when they could have their hottie neighbor who'd they'd been crushing on smile at them like that? Adrian bent down and slowly licked my cleavage. "Too bad? I mean, too good. I didn't want you to suspect ahead of time. I wanted to surprise you." He sucked on my nipple. Then he stopped. "Surprised?" I couldn't talk. I was surprised all right. Adrian walked back around behind me. "John," Adrian said in a firm commanding voice. "Go get a chair." "Donna," Adrian said and kissed up my neck. "Do you want me to stop?" He caressed my arms. "Ah...no," I said, I sounded tentative, unsure. There was a moment's pause. If I wanted to leave, if I wanted to back out, the time was now. "No," I said more firmly. "I don't want you to stop." Adrian ghosted his lips over my neck, blazing roads of arousal from everywhere he touched to all points south. "But...ah...shouldn't I have a safe word?" His lips were at my ear again. "You won't need a safe word," he said. "Because I'm going to do what I want to do to you, and John's going to do what I tell him to do to you, and you're going to like it." That shouldn't be so hot. Adrian put his hand on the outside of my thigh and slowly ran it up my leg, and then under my skirt. "But shouldn't I have a safe word," I repeated, "You know, just in case?" I could feel him smile against my ear. "How about, 'stop'?" I nodded. He whispered. "Are you wet yet Donna?" I didn't answer. I was a little embarrassed to say, 'Hell, yeah'. "Because I'll tell you something. I'll listen for you to say stop. I'll listen for your breath to catch, and I'll listen for your moans, I'll listen for any noise you'll make for me. But my fresh, pure, ripe, unspoiled peach, of all the sounds you make, I don't think it's going to be stop." I let my head fall back on his shoulder. Damn right it won't. So far this has been the most amazing night of my life. Not that I'm going to tell him that. John had come back with the chair. Adrian apparently gestured with his head because John put the chair slightly in front of me but also partially to the side. Adrian's hand continued up my thigh. He stopped when his hand reached the edge of my boy short underwear. "You're wearing panties," he said. He did not sound pleased. "Yeah, well. I thought we were going out clubbing. I was not about to come over here commando. "John," Adrian said in a very directing voice. "Take them off her." Yank down on the wrists for me. I got it. Bad girl. John slid his hands up the outside of my thighs until he came to the top band of the underwear. He slowly dragged them down. I stepped out of them. He stuck them in his front pocket. "Hey!" I said. Yank on the wrists from Adrian. Adrian's finger in front of my lips. I stopped my protest. Adrian put his forearm between my shoulder blades, forcing my breasts further out. He used his other hand to find a nipple and knead it up again. I moaned. That man had some very talented fingers. "Do you like that little slave?" he asked. Of course I liked that. It felt fantastic. "Answer me," Adrian said. "Yes, yes, I like it." I paused. It seemed like he was waiting for something else. Oh. "Sir." "Then beg me," Adrian said. Huh? It took me a second. "Please, Adrian. I want it, please, more of that," I said. A soft chuckle in my ear. The kind when a man is really pleased with himself. "Don't stop Adrian, please don't stop, I'm begging you." "John," Adrian said in a commanding voice. "DO IT." John unzipped the bottom of my skirt a little bit and took one of my legs and put the bottom of my shoe on the edge of the chair, the heel catching smartly on the edge, the rim, and the underside. He tilted my knee outward. All of this was very fast, less than a second, and then he was THERE, his entire face in my core and MY GOD, whatever the hell he was doing it was total magic, something like I never felt before, something beyond what I could possibly imagine. It was like cocaine on steroids, sweet torture times one thousand, something I had absolutely no reference for. Who was this guy? Like someone struck live wires all over my body I began to shake. John was all over my clit, licking, biting, sucking, and I was dripping, soaking liquid like I couldn't believe. My heart rate shot beyond safe levels, I couldn't think, I was so overwhelmed by John's tongue, his face, fuck, his hands, spreading me, everything overwhelming, powerful, burning, beyond intense, like white light was blindly exploding out of my center throughout the whole room and he hadn't even started yet. Most. Wonderful. Feeling. Ever. I was dimly aware of something going around my arms, right above my elbows, some sort of rubber strap maybe. Adrian was yanking it tight, forcing my arms tighter together and my shoulder blades to move together and my chest to pop out more. I felt a rope around my upper arms and then I heard a click, and there was a collar, tight around my neck and I heard metal on it, but I couldn't focus because then I was shaking and shaking more and then shaking so violently I thought I would break apart. "Help," I whispered. I tried again. "Help," I said louder. The leg I was standing on was trembling. I was heating up to liquid. An orgasm was rushing at me so fast I didn't know what to do. All of my weight was on one leg and I was bursting into flame and I couldn't balance and I was panicking and Oh, my, God whatever John was doing it felt so good. "Adrian HELP me," I yelled. Adrian grabbed me around the waist, circling one arm up to hold my breast and one arm low to grab my abdomen hard, completely supporting my weight and I came hard. Really hard. And I screamed. And still John kept going. I began convulsing, racking spasms of pleasure, my moans getting louder and louder as my toes tingled and more and more thick honey poured out of me and I was about to beg for mercy and as if from a great distance I heard Adrian say, "John stop for a minute." Immediately John backed off. I collapsed like a rag doll, only Adrian's arms held me up. Adrian shook me. "Anything you'd like to say to John, little slave?" Adrian asked. I couldn't speak. An aftershock shivered through me and I trembled. "What do you say to the nice man, little girl?" Adrian asked. "Do I say...Did I have a stroke?" I asked. They both laughed. "Ah....thank you? For being mind-bending to the point of changing the laws of the physics? Um... how about...am I dead? Cause I'm seeing floating spots and ..." Donna's Neighbor "And what?" Adrian asked. "I was going to say, and I have no sensations left in my body. But I think some sensations are coming back because now that I think about it, it appears that I'm tied up." "Um-hmn," Adrian said. "And I think I'm wearing a collar," I said. "Um-hmn," Adrian said. "So I'm guessing play time's not over yet," I said. "Not by a long shot," Adrian said. I looked at John. "I'm guessing you're the talkative one, aren't you?" He smiled at me. His lips were glistening. "You did your job well, John, so I'll give you a moment of choice if you'd like. What's next?" He shrugged and made a 'you're the boss' gesture. "So be it," Adrian said. He threw me over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. "John, go get the block and the knee cushion from upstairs," Adrian said. John hustled out. Adrian put me down next to the dining room table. He moved me around easily, facing the table, leaning over it, and then my head and chest was flat on the table. He leaned over me. "Spread your legs for me, Donna." I did. Automatically, willingly, wanting-ly. Without a second's hesitation. He lifted my dress and gave my ass a good smack using his whole hand. I yelped. Not because it hurt, but because he started me. He caressed my ass, soothing where he just hit, and then smacked me again. I moaned this time, surprising myself. I heard John running down the stairs. "Got it," John said in a heavy English accent. "Whoa," I said. "A veritable longwinded discourse from the magic man." A yank on the wrist restraints. Hard smack on my ass. I got it. Bad girl. I told myself that I shouldn't be having such a good time with this, shouldn't enjoy so much, the strange twist that now had me zooming zero to sixty in such a way that I couldn't stop my silly smile. "You do that again, Adrian, and you'll make me wonder whether I want to be a good girl or a bad girl," I said, with a sexy, teasing, lilt in my voice. Adrian plunged a hand in my hair and made a fist. He gave a gentle yank. "I'll let you know when I want you to be a bad girl. Otherwise you're going to be a good girl. If you remember when we started this, I asked you if you were going to do what I wanted." "I remember," I said. "Sir," I added. "Good girl," Adrian said. He gave me a light smack on my ass. A sigh escaped me. It was a sigh of pleasure. Damn. "Who knew?" I whispered to myself. "I suspected," Adrian said. Oops. I hadn't meant to say that out loud. Adrian slipped two fingers into my cunt. "Holy fuck mate, I had no idea she was that wet!" John cleared his throat with a noise that I took to be his show of modesty. "Damn," Adrian said. He leaned all the way over me. "Good girl, very, very, good girl." Then Adrian slipped his fingers in and out, and in and out, fucking me with his hand. I groaned softly. It was nice, especially after the incredible onslaught that John had wrought, to have something pleasurable but that I could deal with. It was all too short. "All right, enough of that, love," Adrian said. He picked me up and brought me into the living room and put me down so I was kneeling on the knee pad. Adrian arranged me so that I was kneeling tall. "John, come look at her," Adrian said. John came around and they both stared at me for a second. Looked me up and down. Stared at my breasts. I blushed. "She's gorgeous," Adrian said. John nodded. I blushed harder. What the hell was I doing here? "No," Adrian said firmly. "No doubts. You're here because I want you here, because you want this. Because you've always wanted this. I'm just going to be the one to give it to you." I looked at him. What had shown on my face? "Donna," Adrian sang drawing the word out. "I absolve you of any ...." He got behind me and tugged on what must have been a ring on the collar "responsibility for what has happened or what's about to happen. It's my responsibility; I'll take care of it." He pulled lightly on the ring and I bowed my body back a little to follow. He put an arm in front of me so the inside of his forearm was in front of my mouth. "Lick," he ordered. I licked him. He moved so the inside of his elbow was in front of my mouth. "Lick," he said. I licked him. He put his shoulder in front of me. "Lick," he said. I licked. He put his mouth on mine. "Lick," he said. I licked into his mouth. "Good girl. That's good practice. Because soon you're going to lick somewhere else." He let go of the ring on the collar. "John, open your pants. Bring the block over here." He did those two things, in that order. Adrian positioned the block about two feet in front of me. It occurred to me that with my arms tied behind me I looked a little bit like I was going to be sent to the gallows. But I didn't feel like I was going to be sent to the gallows. More like the candy store. Adrian grabbed the back of my neck and leaned me forward until I was in an all fours position. I couldn't lean on my arms because they were bound behind me. Aaaahhh, I got it. That's what the block was for. It was covered in velvet and was just the right size and shape. The collar, my shoulders, my breasts, everything fit perfectly into it. Damn. Then Adrian slipped two fingers into my slickness again. "Oh God," I moaned. "Now where were we?" He said in a very proper voice. "Oh yes, licking. Donna, John did you very good. Now you're going to lick him and he's going to fuck you're mouth." Holy shit. And then John's cock was in front of me, totally erect and hard and I was hit with a craving for him so hard my stomach clenched. But he didn't move that last inch to me. I reached my tongue out. Tried to lick him. I rolled my eyes up to look at him. "Please John," I said. "Please. These last few moments have been the best of my entire life. Let me return the favor. I'll never be as good as you." I shut my eyes and Adrian pushed into me harder with his fingers. "Please John, I'm begging you. Let me suck you. Put your cock in my mouth. I'm totally submissive to Adrian, and to you. I'll never be as good as you, but let me try." I opened my eyes to look at John. He was smiling. And then his cock was in my mouth. I sucked. I gave it everything I could, sucking him for all I was worth. And I loved it. He felt so good. Amazing. I heard a foil rip and I had a minute to think, Oh my God, and then Adrian plunged into me, one hard thrust, and then he was fucking me doggie style. I had never been with two men, not even close, and now I had one in my mouth and one in my pussy. Oh my fucking God, I can NOT believe this is happening to me. John and Adrian established an identical rhythm, plunging in and pulling out and plunging back in at the same time. My body heated and my toes began to tingle. I thought back to Adrian saying, 'Would you like to party with me and a friend of mine tonight?' This is so NOT what I thought he meant by party. Yet here I am. Pound, pound, pound, fuck, fuck, fuck. Suck. In, out, in, out, in, fuck, oh, my God. Best. Night. Ever. I can't believe this is me. I'm not like this. Except... now I am. A total slut...sort of... because...I liked it. I mean, really, really liked it. As in, Adrian, John. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Fuck. I could tell Adrian was setting the pace, and he was going faster and faster, and they were both making noises now, wow, such amazing, glorious, masculine, fucking, animal noises. And I felt so powerful. It made no sense. I was tied up. Bound up. Trussed up like a Christmas turkey being fucked from behind with my head on a block for Christ's sake. I barely had room to move. I shouldn't feel powerful, but it was so dangerous and exciting and the energy in the room was like lightening. I could feel it build, tighter and higher. Then John was holding my head, not forcing me, but moving with me and I could feel the tension in his hands and I had a moment to think, oh my God, he's going to explode any moment, and then he was coming in my mouth, warm hot cum shooting way down my body. I heard Adrian shout, a huge, loud roar of triumph, and then he collapsed on top of me. And knowing that they both came, that I was able to get them off, I came again. Unbelievable. John pulled away from me and sprawled on the floor. Adrian smacked me on the ass. "Donna, I was trying to convince John that he should move in here and be my roommate, save on expenses and all. But until he decides, while he's a guest, I thought we should be neighborly, show him so good old fashioned hospitality. What do you think?" "Gah," I said. "So tomorrow then?" I turned around over my shoulder as much as I could and tried to give Adrian a look to let him know I thought he was crazy. "I can't do this again tomorrow Adrian. My body has to recover." Adrian caressed my arms. "Day after tomorrow then Love?" "You bet," I said. "Just stamp, 'To Be Continued' on my forehead, because I want more of the two of you. A lot more." # # # This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. Copyright belongs to MJ Roberts 2014. Please do not reproduce without permission from the author. Dear Reader, In case you couldn't tell from the story, Donna was really, really into it. Sometimes you can be both amazingly into something, and still a little bit incredulous that something so fantastic is happening to you. I wouldn't mind having a hot neighbor and friend like that! If this story pleased you, then please be so kind as to honor me with a high five. It will mean a tremendous amount to me. It's only a mouse click away. If you liked the story, drop me a note. Tell me what you liked and why, and how you feel. I love to hear from readers. (PG comments only please.) I read every note and welcome corrections, suggestions, and positive feedback. You can leave a public comment or use the contact tab on my author page to get in touch with me. I really want to know what you think. It just takes a minute. I look forward to hearing from you. Thanks, sincerely; MJ Donna's Neighbor Donna stood up slowly, pressing her own body against the soft, inviting flesh of Carol's body: brushing her nipples up Carol's thighs and shifting to one side slightly in order to bring her nipple up through the crevasse between Carol's legs, between the moist lips and over the mouth of the vagina and finally penetrating the protective folds to bring her hard button in direct contact with Carol's clitoris. Her hands followed up and over the sensuous body, bringing moans of pleasure from Carol. Finally, standing face to face, both women sweating lightly from the effort of holding back the full expression of their lust, Donna placed her lips to Carol's. First she kissed her tenderly, but after only a few seconds she slipped her tongue into Carol's mouth and began kissing in earnest. Carol responded in kind. Donna's punished bottom was fire; her loins a furnace; her entire body an instrument of need and desire. No power on earth could hold either woman back any longer: each trying to outdo the other in lustful passion. Carol pushed Donna forcefully down onto the sofa and grabbed her legs to spread them. Then she intertwined her own legs with Donna's like two open pairs of scissors placed together. Pussy to pussy she fucked Donna, both women gasping and screaming with delight. Each woman's passion fed the fire of the other. The love juices of both women flowed freely, mixing together and covering their private parts, inner thighs and legs as they ground together in heated passion. Donna felt Carol's wetness on her own clit, and as the two buttons of pleasure dueled she knew she could hold back her long-awaited orgasm no longer. Humping Carol faster and faster as she felt herself approaching the point of no return, her cries getting louder and louder until at last she went rigid, pressing her pussy hard into Carol's. Her body literally shook with the intensity of her orgasm. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Donna screamed out her release at the top of her voice, not caring who heard. Carol's own explosive release was right behind Donna's. Donna thought she actually felt a little squirt of warm liquid shooting from Carol's depth. Donna had heard about woman who had squirting orgasms, but she had never had one herself nor had she known anyone who had. The thought that her beautiful neighbor might just have had one with Donna caused her orgasm to be prolonged beyond what it normally would, keeping Donna in that peak of ecstasy for those extra precious seconds. Afterwards, both women lay panting heavily, each wearing a big grin. After several minutes, Carol moved to lay next to Donna, embracing her and caressing her; sometimes tenderly kissing her on the lips. They lay embracing and caressing one another for the next hour as they talked. Neither moved to clean up or put on their clothes. Each seemed content to bask in the closeness, allowing the residue of their lovemaking to fill their senses and remind them of the wonder they had just experienced. "You're going to have to tell me what prompted you to wear such wonderfully naughty underwear," Carol said to Donna. Donna felt herself flush with embarrassment, surprised that, after the steamy sex she had just had with the other woman, she would still blush at the thought of being "caught" in her masturbatory fantasies. Well. . . Uh . . ." "It's okay," Carol laughed. "I'll get the full confession out of you later with my hairbrush."