4 comments/ 21368 views/ 20 favorites New Neighbor Pt. 02 By: J_R_Ashunwhy Thanks to volunteer editor Snowbear for editing. ***** I was surprised to find that I was the only occupant in my bed when my alarm woke me abruptly from my dream. I had not heard nor felt Violet slip out from between my arms as I slept, and for a moment I wondered to myself if everything that I remembered having happened between her and I from the previous night, was somehow part of my dreams as well. I looked at my alarm clock for a moment before I finally hit the button to silence the nuisance; happy I had continued to set my alarm out of habit even though I usually woke before it would signal for my attention. I laid there for a moment as if in a trance while I remembered my actions, or revisited my dreams—at the moment I was not sure which—with the beautiful young woman, certainly too young for me, that I had bent over the sink counter in my bathroom, had pinned against the wall of my shower, and then had taken to bed with me the night before. We had not spent much time engaged in speaking last night, and now, as I replayed the events in my mind, I found a multitude of questions begin to creep into my mind, invading my pleasant reminiscing. I sighed to myself, aggravated that my mind refused to just allow for me to enjoy the experience without analyzing what had happened as I forced myself out of bed to begin my morning routine. I like to go swimming in the mornings before work, and before I left for the pool, I stole a glance at the house across the street wondering if my new neighbor had just slipped off for her own bed, or if she too was already deep in her own morning ritual. The idea that maybe she had thought better of her actions, and maybe even regretted them after some sleep, crept into my mind, and for a moment it felt like I had actually been punched in the stomach after I had the thought. From what little conversation we did have last night, I knew that was not the case, and yet I could not stop myself from giving weight to such tumultuous ideas being rapidly produced in my mind. I cursed myself, and forced myself to continue with my day trying to push any thoughts of my neighbor from me; I am too old for this crap. I was able to clear my head once I dove into the water of our community pool feeling the cool liquid purge my skin of the night before; or at least, it had felt that way until I completed my set of laps to find one of the gentlemen I swim with sitting on the edge of the pool in my lane. He had a broad smile across his face as he kicked his feet in the water reminding me of some adolescent trying to hide a secret they really wanted to tell. "Hey, Dylan." I called up to him as I treaded water a few feet away from him, trying not to laugh at how brightly his eyes shone while he smiled at me. As far as I knew, Dylan was the eldest of our group of random men who all met up at about the same time in the morning, but his mannerisms this morning made him look like someone a fourth of his age was trapped beneath his weathered exterior. "Hey, Gary." He sung his words to me as if to taunt me with them. "You, uh...adopt a tiger or something?" "I'm sorry?" I asked, genuinely confused, and he laughed. He continued to chuckle to himself, amused, as he folded his arms across his chest and stared expectantly at me. I was suddenly reminded of the look my father would give me when I was in trouble as a boy, while he was waiting for me to confess what had happened so that he could decide on a punishment to fit my crime. "What are you going on about a tiger for?" I asked him, unnerved at the sensation of being made to feel childish by the man sitting in front of me. "You haven't stopped taking your meds again, have you? You know that nurse who comes to visit you is going to suffocate you in your sleep if she finds out you stopped taking them again." "That naggy wench," Dylan nodded, "alright fine, if not tiger, then cougar, or lioness, or whatever the hell they are calling themselves now a days. I don't keep up with pop culture vernacular; call her what you want." "Are you trying to imply that you think I'm seeing someone?" I tried to sound nonchalant, shrugging as best as I could in the water, and he laughed at me again. "Implying?!" He hollered out, grabbing the attention of the rest of the men in and around the pool. "Gary! There's a reason why 'tiger' was my first guess, or have you really not seen your back yet?" I knew I had started to blush as I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, and I swallowed hard again unnerved by the idea that this man was making me feel like such a child. Perhaps the sensation was fitting after all as the memory of my much younger Violet dragging her nails down my back while her firm, thick legs were wrapped tightly around my waist resurfaced in my mind. "Fine, don't give this dirty old bastard a much needed good story; just enjoy it while you can still get it." He winked at me before he labored to stand and shuffled off, leaving me with my thoughts: did I have any right to think of her as 'my' Violet. Those damning questions came flooding back all at once, and thoroughly annoyed with myself, I swam over to the ladder and left the pool area while trying to keep myself facing passersby to not show them the marks I had not yet seen myself. There was a large mirror over the sinks in the men's locker room, and once the room had cleared, I stood before it, turned, and tried to look over my shoulder to see why Dylan had found my back so amusing. At first, all I could do was stare dumbfounded as I looked over the long dark red marks dotted with areas that looked as though blood had been drawn. I slowly began to process that I was in fact looking at my back, and that a woman half my age had felt the need to dig into my back so in response to the pleasure I had given her. I started to laugh at myself, shaking my head free of all those asinine questions. She really must have enjoyed herself last night to have inflicted all of that, and sweet fuck, how did I not notice how intense they had been at the time that she had made them? I caught my smile in the mirror before I turned back to my locker, and chuckled to myself as I began to view the marks as badges of honor for what I had accomplished. I could not shake that stupid little smile from my face for the rest of the day as women and men alike continued to compliment me throughout the day at the office. Many had asked if I had done something different with myself, and had told me I looked good; that I looked healthier, younger. I certainly felt that way. My mood only continued to improve as I thought about heading home to my beautiful, young neighbor at the end the day, but the euphoria was dampened when I arrived home, walked across the street, and knocked on her door without an answer. I returned to my house, moped about as I changed into a t-shirt and gym shorts to be more comfortable, and then completed some much needed yard work as an excuse to stay outside while I waited for Violet to return home. I had caught my reflection in one of the windows to the enclosed front porch of the house as I trimmed around the sidewalk, and I stopped to contemplate my actions for a moment as I cursed myself for seeming so desperate. I finished the trimming in the front yard regardless, and I found myself smiling broadly once more as I noticed Violet pull in across the street. I turned off the weed-whacker and watched her for a moment while she exited her car, retuned around, and then bent back into the car to retrieve her phone, a coffee mug, and an over-size work purse. I found my smile grew wider as I looked over her ass bent high in the air, clad in a long, tight skirt which flowed to just past her knees, revealing her knee-high leather heeled boots, as she bent to retrieve the items. I waved silently, seeing that she was still speaking to someone on her phone as she straightened herself and turned. I looked over how the skirt clung to her wide hips, and narrowed gracefully around her knees just enough for her confident stride to not be effected. She wore a sweater that looked like it was only kept closed by the belt wrapped around her waist over it, and I smirked to myself as I fantasized about untying her belt to see if that was the case. The sweater seemed loose on her and had a deep neckline, but it did nothing to showcase her large, firm chest, and she wore a silk scarf around her neck to limit the amount of skin shown; pure class. I wondered if any of her co-workers knew just how kinky she could be as Violet smiled at me, holding out her free hand, extending all of her fingers, and mouthed 'five minutes?' in my direction. I nodded as I shrugged—as if she would not be able to tell that I was excited to have her over again—and I pointed to the backyard over my shoulder, happy to see her nod in return before she went into her house to put her things down. I put the weed whacker back in my garage, went inside to wash up, and then went out into the backyard, disappointed to see that she had not come over yet. Though the days still felt like summer, the evenings were starting to feel cooler as the sun set, so I decided to build a small fire in my pit to distract myself while trying to set some form of ambiance for the evening. I pulled one of my outdoor wicker sofas over to the pit, and placed the cushions for it on the sofa before I sat and looked up to watch the darkening sky change colors above me while I waited. I heard her footsteps in the grass behind me before she leaned over me, and I smirked to myself as I saw her beautiful face fill my upside-down view. She had pulled her long, red hair back into a tight bun, and she had removed her silk scarf. "You look like such a goober right now." She teased me lightly before she walked around me, and sat beside me handing me an opened beer as she sat. I rolled my eyes and lowered my face to watch her as she unzipped both of her boots, freed her feet of them, and swung her legs up over across my legs to rest her feet in my lap, leaning her back against the armrest on her side of the sofa. I took a large swig from my beer, but my smile refused to subside. "Fishnets?" I breathed looking over her well toned, curvy legs, and she nodded as she too took a sip from her beer. "Do you like them?" She purred in a deeply sweet voice. "You know that I do." I groaned. She took another sip from her beer, and then placed her bottle in the grass beside her. Violet turned to look over the fire before us with a heavy sigh. "Long day?" I asked. "Don't do that." She giggled to herself as she turned to look at me for a moment. "Work stays at work." "You don't want to tell me all about your day?" I asked in shock, and she shook her head. "Alright," I breathed, slightly confused having never heard such a testament from a woman before. I put my own beer down in the grass next to my side of sofa, and then settled both of my hands on her legs. "So then, why do I look like a 'goober,' as you put it?" "Have you seen your face?" She laughed, and I nodded as I conceded. "That's your fault, you know." I pressed my lips together hard as I started to rub my hands gently up and down her calves and ankles. I heard her sigh again as I picked one of her feet up out of my lap, and began to massage her foot while enjoying the sensation of running my hands over her stockings. "You must have left very early this morning." "Very late...actually." She corrected me enjoying her massage. "And why would that have been?" I pressed for an answer. "Has anyone ever told you that you talk in your sleep, Gary?" Violet called in her faked sweet voice. I had been told that multiple times by several different women, but most of the things they had claimed to hear from my subconscious were unbelievable at best. "Did I say something to you in my sleep?" I asked curious. She smiled slightly as she nodded. "Well?" "Guess." "I'm not playing that game." I breathed sensing a trap. "Afraid of admitting something you would not want me to know?" She sighed. "Would you like a hint then?" She teased, her eyes narrowing, continuing without waiting for my answer. "Let's see...something about...companionship...or...no...more than that..." "About that," I cleared my throat, cutting her off as I put her foot back down in my lap gently before I turned to look at her, "there are one or two things I think we should discuss." She turned her head while she watched me as if she could not believe what I had said before she lifted her foot I had not attended to, rolled her ankle a few times, and then crossed her legs in my lap to place her unmassaged foot to rest over the other. "Would my baby-girl like her other foot rubbed too?" I laughed jokingly as I watched her, and she hummed in agreement. "I get an answer to a question first then; an honest answer." "And what would that question be?" She breathed, watching me intently as if she was holding back anger felt from my mocking question. "What is this to you?" She laughed at me. "Honestly?" I pushed, and she smiled warmly for me. "Are you hoping that I say something more involved than just a really convenient fuck-buddy set-up?" Violet smirked, but her smile faded quickly as she studied my reaction. I laughed, but the laugh was directed more at myself while I felt my mind battle over whether it felt disappointment or relief from her answer. "That's actually, exactly what I wanted to hear." I sighed still unsure. "Then you are in luck, and should take no offence to the times I decide to come and go. Now...I believe there was a service offered for that answer." She teased as she rolled her ankle again, and I nodded as I quickly began to massage her foot as promised. Violet sighed lightly as she rested the side of her head against the back of the sofa and closed her eyes. I slowed my hands, taking my time to run them back up over her legs across my lap as I watched her relax, completely comfortable next to me until one of my callused hands caught on her stockings. "Sorry," I cleared my throat, "I know my hands are rough." She smiled warmly; keeping her eyes closed, and shook her head. "Never apologize for that, Gary," she breathed, "I enjoy those hands of yours immensely." I had been staring at her in awe when she opened her beautiful pale blue eyes again, and she started to laugh at me once more as I came into focus for her. "And right back to looking like a goober, I see," she teased me, "why are you looking at me like that?" "Because I am absolutely amazed at how incredibly comfortable you are with all of this." She shrugged, but her eyes remained playful as I explained myself. "You were more than comfortable last night to tell me what turns you on...you were comfortable to tell me what your favorite positions were, what you wanted me to do to you, what you absolutely did not what me to do to you...how aggressive you wanted me to be, how aggressive you were; I've meet women twice your age that would have blushed just over the idea of explaining what they expected from their partner, and then would have refused to actually tell their partner what they wanted." "That's unfortunate." She giggled showing off those adorable dimples. For a moment I had forgotten where I was going with my rant as I lost myself in her distracting dimples. "Is that more the type of woman that you are used to fooling around with then: someone more shy and timid?" She teased me, and I nodded. She contemplated my response for a moment while she played with the ends of her belt tied around her sweater. "It seems like you're trying to hide some kind of stress, Gary," she teased sweetly, "or perhaps anxiety? I don't mean to cause you any kind of stress or anxiety; I could fix that for you." I stopped breathing as I caught that naughty look flash across the playfulness in her eyes. I took a deep breath and swallowed it as I forced myself to stay seated. "I was trying to have a real conversation with you." "Well now, that is also unfortunate." She giggled as she untied the belt around her sweater. For a moment I was angry with myself that I had not moved sooner as I had wanted to untie that belt for myself, but I sat still, transfixed, as her sweater opened and fell to either side of her curvaceous body to reveal a black lacy tank-top beneath it. I could see her pale skin through the fabric, and I marveled at the way her black bra created the perfect amount of cleavage as it forced her large breasts together. "Real question this time:" she giggled, watching me, "why can you not just accept the idea of a young woman wanting to occasionally fuck your brains out, without having to qualify that desire?" I shook my head uncertain of an answer for her, and she pulled her long, thick legs back from my lap. She moved quickly to stand before I could grab hold of her legs to pull her back to me, but she stopped herself once she stood. My eyes traced the curve of her ass against her tight skirt once she allowed for her sweater to fall free from her body, and I was surprised to see her hands reach behind her to unzip her skirt for me as I watched. "What are you doing?" I gasped as she pushed the skirt down from her waist, and rocked her hips from side to side to allow for the skirt to fall completely down her body. She stepped out of her skirt and left it in the grass as I smiled to myself noticing the faint pink mark of a palm print left by my hand on one of her pale, plump cheeks. Her stockings were thigh highs, held against her legs by garters from a garter belt that she wore, and there was no trace of panties as my eyes scanned over every inch of that gloriously firm ass. I thought to reach out to grab her hips to pull her back into my lap, but she quickly moved to sit beside me again. "You haven't answered, and you haven't moved. If you're not going to play with me," she breathed as she laid back to rest her head on the armrest of the sofa, gracefully swinging one of her legs up over the back of the sofa while placing the other back across my lap, "I guess it's up to me to play with myself." My mouth fell into a crooked, confused smile as I watched her start to run her hands over her large breasts jealous that her hands were not mine. My eyes did not move from her hands as they began to slowly work their way down her body; my smile grew wider as she confirmed for me that panties had in fact been forgotten, or at least discarded before her arrival to my yard. I felt myself stir as her finger tips ran across each of her inner thighs, but I was suddenly made hyper aware of the fact that we were outside in my backyard, and I looked around as if expecting to see the rest of our neighbors all looking over my fence for their own chance to see her magnificent body. "Are you afraid someone is going to catch you out here watching me like this?" She breathed seductively, and I turned back to her in time to watch her suck on several of her fingers before she placed them to either side of her clit, parting her lips slightly. She began to run her middle finger in soft circles against her clit as I watched, unable to process what was happening. I looked up into her lust-filled eyes and groaned deeply as I realized she was staring right back at me, watching me intently while she fingered herself. "If you were caught," she growled playfully as she allowed for her fingers to slowly travel further south between her lips, "how long do you think, would it take before you were known as the dirty old man of the neighborhood?" "You want to play that way?" I asked her in surprise as I watched her slowly insert her fingers into her pussy. My little tease; she had admitted last night that she had thoroughly enjoyed purposely working me up until I was unable to control myself, and that she liked how forceful her teasing had subsequently made my actions. New Neighbor Pt. 02 She pulled her fingers free from herself, brought them back to her lips, and sucked them clean of her own juices, moaning softly to herself, before she replaced her fingers back into her pussy and moved her other hand to her clit. I felt my mouth go dry as I wanted the same taste, but I did not want to give in to her right away while I wondered what else this little girl had planned for the evening. Violet found my desperation for her to be a turn-on, and knowing that now, I felt the need to make her work for it. I suddenly remembered my beer waiting for my attention in the grass, and decided to use it as a distraction. I reached down for it, and took several large swigs from the bottle as I looked into the dying fire trying desperately to ignore the soft moans that escaped the gorgeous young woman next to me as she quietly begged for my attention. I felt her body rock back and forth beside me as she gasped and moaned before I put my beer down, and turned back to watch her finger herself in front of me. "How is that imagination of yours working out for you?" I teased her lightly. "You bastard." She breathed with a wide smile. "If you keep trying to ignore me like that, I will get myself off, right here like this, get dressed, and head back across the street without bothering with you." A malicious smile found its way to my face as I looked her over. "I would really like to see you do that first part, but then you wouldn't be allowed to leave afterwards. Could you really cum just from fingering yourself without any other stimulation?" I mused knowing full well that she could, but wanting desperately to tease her into doing it. I frowned as she removed her fingers from herself, and then rose, swinging her legs back over me so that she could sit up right next to me before she stood and turned to look down at me. "Turn and put your back against the arm of the sofa." She was short with me, and I found myself chuckling at the insistent tone she used. I quickly moved myself to sit that way, and lifted my own leg to lay long ways across the sofa leaving the other against the front of sofa with my foot still on the ground. I looked down to my lap to suggest that I expected her to focus more on me from her request, but when I looked back up at her, she made a small huff noise as she turned herself again and sat between my spread legs facing away from me. I swallowed hard as she leaned back and rested herself gently against my broad chest. Though Violet was tall for a woman, most of her length was accounted for in her shapely legs, and as I looked down over her shoulder, I was rewarded with a magnificent view of her ample cleavage sitting just below her face. The sky had darkened significantly, the sun now just below the tree line, and the light from the fire cast dark shadows across her pale skin to accentuate every curve. "The dirty old man would like to watch the little neighbor girl get herself off for him, hmm?" She mocked me playfully. "As long as there's clitoral stimulation involved, I have no issues reaching climax." She teased me as one of her hands gently danced its way down the front of her body. "In fact," she moaned, and I lifted my head a little to look around her large breasts to see her fingers begin to rub against her clit again, "I can get off on just clitoral stimulation alone without the use of any kind of toy...synthetic...or natural." She moved her free hand up over her head to hold the back of my neck as she started to work her hips in rhythm against me. "And how did we learn this cute little trick?" I breathed lightly trying not to take any offence from her joke. "Would you like me to tell you more about my masturbation habits, or would you rather just watch?" She teased me back in a groan, and I lost my breath as I silenced myself. Her fingers circling her clit had started very slowly at first, but then gradually worked faster and harder against her clit while her breathing became more erratic. I turned my face to look over hers, and smiled to myself, seeing she had her eyes closed in a look of bliss as her cheeks started to flush. I took my time to slowly turn my face back to watch her fingers, but I lingered on her chest for awhile, loving the way that I was able to watch her breasts rise and fall with her breathing. "Have you ever had a woman play with herself for your amusement before, Gary?" Violet continued to tease me, but I did not want to give her an answer that might distract her from her task. Small moans began to escape between her gasps, and her breasts bounced freely as her body twitched against mine. "Are you really so close that quickly?" I moaned lovingly, growing harder against her as I enjoyed my private show. She moaned in agreement, nodding her head against my chest. I put my hand to her outstretched arm, and ran my fingers down over her arm until they came to rest over her hand working frantically against her clit. I wrapped my hand around hers and pulled her hand away from her body, savoring her deep, frustrated groan she made in reaction to my denial of her release. "You were that excited to come over here and fuck me again?" I whispered, and she made a small noise as she nodded once more before she turned her head up to stare at me; a sad, pleading look plaguing those gorgeous blue eyes. "Whatever am I to do with such a naughty little girl?" I mused to myself listening intently to her deep sighs while she calmed herself. Regardless of all of the teasing, and of all of the jokes, this girl had come back to me with the intention of seducing me again. I fought with myself to contain my smile. "Last night, with how well you controlled those muscles, each time after you came, that sweet little pussy of yours just kept getting tighter and tighter..." she moaned in agreement again as she pushed her hips back into me, "...you have no idea how much I enjoyed that." "Why did you stop me then?" She whimpered. "Because I want to make damn sure that you realize that after you cum, that you are not leaving, and that this dirty old man, as you keep calling me, is going to fuck your brains out on this sofa in retaliation for your teasing." Her broad smile was contagious, and forced me to smile back for her as I released her hand which immediately returned to its task of fingering her clit. "Are you only going to watch, Gary?" She teased me with a light moan, still looking back at me. I settled my hands against either side of her body, and I nodded. "You said you can cum like that; I would like for you to prove it." That naughty look flashed across her eyes again. "And...I want you to only think about me while you're doing it." She stared back at me in lust while she worked her fingers faster against herself, and for a moment I was unsure if I could break eye contact with her, her stare was so intense. She closed her eyes for me again as her body quivered in my arms, and I took the opportunity to look over her rapidly rising and falling breasts, and then her fingers quickly massaging her clit. I had wanted to touch her, sure. I had thought to rest my hands across those youthful, bouncing breasts knowing how well they fit in my hands, or to surprise her by slipping a few of my own fingers into her pussy to see for myself how wet she was, but I behaved myself. I enjoyed the way she teased me just as much as she enjoyed toying with me. She put more effort into her fingers as her body spasmed hard against my own. "Oh, fuck Gary, I am so close." She moaned lightly, and I smiled, knowing how much she enjoyed talking dirty to me. "Are you enjoying watching me finger my clit for you?" She breathed, and I immediately hummed back in agreement. "Do you really want to watch me cum like this for you?" "I absolutely want to watch you cum for me." I breathed astonished as I felt her arch her back away from me, pressing her hips back harder against me. 'For me.' This little girl knew how to press all of my buttons. "Oh, fuck!" She breathed before she quickly pressed her lips together to stifle her groans as her body thrashed against mine. I felt myself throb precariously and could not watch her for fear she would push me over the edge as well; I closed my eyes and fixated on the movements of her body shaking against mine until I felt her nails against the back of my neck. I had not remembered her hand being there, but I quickly raised my own arm to grab her hand and hold it, lowering her hand to my chest as I scorned her. "Oh no," I whispered, "there will be none of that crap until the marks you left last night heal." I heard her try to giggle between gasps. I opened my eyes to look down at her disapprovingly, but found her beautiful blue eyes staring back hard at me; intense even in the dim lighting from the fire. "Your eyes are gorgeous." I mumbled out loud before I could stop myself, but she smiled for me as she recovered in my arms. Once she was able, Violet stood again from the sofa, and this time, I quickly rose to stand beside her, unsure of her intentions. She laughed as she turned to me and placed her hands to either side of my hips. She slid my shorts and boxers down past my hips, raised her hands quickly to my shoulders, and pushed me back down to sitting on the sofa. I was confused slightly as I inched myself forward in my seat, but before I could make a move to stand again, she had bent over me to pull my shorts further down my legs to free my long, hard cock from them completely while giving me back that magnificent view of the pale skin across her chest. "Did I ask for you to stand?" She mocked me. I shook my head focusing on her cleavage until she straightened herself, and then looking up into the lust filled conviction that had settled in her eyes, I realized her intentions. "You wanted to know about my day?" She mocked me, staring back into my eyes as she lowered herself over me, kneeling at my sides to straddle me, and my hands flew to her ass to squeeze her cheeks firmly as I felt her slowly lower her dripping pussy onto my waiting cock. "My day, Gary, was frustrating as hell, and I would really appreciate a seriously great fuck to forget all about it." I nodded, stupefied. "I think that remedy is achievable." We did not break eye contact, both groaning as she lowered herself completely around me; sitting back in my lap to take all of me deep into her tight pussy. I squeezed her firm cheeks harder and pulled her against me quickly, hoping to catch her off guard and force her to fall forward against my chest, and she eagerly allowed herself forward with a soft giggle to press her soft, supple lips hard against mine. Violet reached for the back of the sofa behind me and held tightly to it with both of her hands, swinging those wide hips in tight circles so that my cock could try to stretch every bit of her while she forced her muscles back tighter against me. My mouth fell open against my will, breaking our kiss. She started to slowly bounce herself up and down in my lap while circling her hips, and she smirked as she looked over my face. She kissed my lower lip, and then bit it gently, pulling at it slightly still between her teeth before she released my lip to quicken the pace of her bouncing, falling into a hard, aggressive rhythm. "You really do love to fuck yourself with that cock, don't you, baby?" I groaned, my head falling back against the sofa, and she nodded, putting more of a swing to her hips so that I could feel her ass gyrating and bouncing in my hands. I ran my hands up and down her curvaceous body enjoying the tactile sensation of her lacy garments against my fingers and I wondered to myself if she had been dressed like this all day, or if she had changed just for me once she came home. I wanted the latter to be true, and so I silently convinced myself of it; that she had put on such an attire purposefully to gain my attention, and that she had not removed any of it before straddling me so that I could enjoy all of it. I looked her over, and settled my gaze on her face as my hands returned to holding her ass. Her expression took my breath away as I stared at the mixture of desperate lust and intense satisfaction; she made such incredibly gorgeous faces during sex. My thoughts turned again to her ass held tightly in my hands as I leaned forward to gently kiss the side of her neck, feeling my cock throb at every soft moan she produced. I pulled one of my hands back away from her as I remembered the pink palm print on her ass, upset with myself that the mark I left on her had been so diminutive compared to what she had left on me. As I thought to rectify it, I remembered we were outside, and for a moment I panicked wondering if the neighbors had heard us already, sure that, even if they had not, they would easily hear the distinct sounds of a spanking in progress. She moved her face around mine, and moaned softly into my mouth. "Please." I was pulled from my fear filled thoughts to realize her thighs and inner muscles were trembling as she waited for me to spank her ass while she rode me. She was trying to work me up to be more desperate, more aggressive, and as a result, a bit controlling. Well, there were other ways for me to tame this little girl. I gently lowered both of my hands to her outer thighs instead, and began to run my fingers over her fishnets enjoying the sensation of her stockings against my skin. Violet responded by thrusting herself harder up and down my rigid cock, as she moaned into my mouth again. "Please spank me." My cock twitched violently at each word causing her to groan as her muscles pulsed back against me. "Keep trying to test me like that, little girl, and I will put you over my knee to spank you properly." The threat had been more of a joke when I said it, but feeling her muscles shake while she continued to groan softly, I knew she had taken the remark seriously, and was tempting me to do it. I gave it serious thought for a moment, but was once again reminded by myself that we were outside, it was still summer, and many windows in the houses around us would surely be open to allow in the cool night air. "Just for that..." I moaned, trying to think of an alternative action than spanking her, to take over and play by my rules instead of hers. When I thought of one, I wrapped my arms around her, and stood from the sofa with Violet in my arms. Violet let out a small yelp in surprise as she quickly moved to wrap her arms around my shoulders, and wrapped her legs around my waist, hooking her ankles together behind my lower back. Her shock forced a chuckle from me as I walked her around to the side of the sofa. Keeping myself buried deep inside of her, I set her ass down on the armrest without care of whether my body would make me suffer for the move in the morning. "You are going to be so sore." She growled playfully into my mouth as if reading my mind, and then kissed me. "So are you." I teased back, leaning forward with her body in my arms. She allowed for herself to gently fall back into the cushions as my hands returned to her fishnet clad legs. "I really, really enjoy these stockings." I told her as I unwrapped her legs from around me once she had settled herself to be able to lay back against the sofa with her ass perched high on the armrest. I took a step back away from her, smirking as I heard her disappointed groan when I pulled out of her tight, wet pussy, and straightened her legs holding them high up in the air before me. I took a step back towards her, and gently pushed my stiff cock back into her tight pussy, smiling broadly as I felt her muscles clamp down harder around me. I ran my hands gently over her stockings and started a deliberately slow, gentle pace with my thrusts, never leaving her completely, and making sure to push the head of my cock hard against her inner g-spot each time I passed it. She groaned madly for me as I teased her pussy with my slow, long thrusts, knowing she could feel me as I moved thoughtfully inside of her. I thought I would see a look of helpless frustration when I decided to move her legs from my view to look over her face, but she had changed the game on me again. I was overcome for a moment as I looked around her legs to see she had maneuvered her bra and the top of her lacy tank-top down under her breasts, exposing her pale, large breasts, and pushing them even closer together up towards her face. I watched in amazement as she fondled her own breasts, pinching her own nipples and tweaking them just as hard as I would, feeling her inner muscles pulse in response against my cock to the extra stimulation. "Oh, sweet fuck, baby." I groaned to myself, pulling her legs against my chest; my arms hugging her thighs just above her knees, and quickened the pace of my thrusting, pushing myself even deeper into her. "Do not stop playing with those tits," I commanded firmly as I watched her, "I want to feel you cum all over my cock while I fuck you." She smiled broadly. "You want me to cum again for you?" "For me?" I breathed without thinking. "Fuck, yes." I felt her legs move in my arms, and as I turned my face to look over her legs, I noticed she had crossed one of them over the other and hooked her ankles together while she pushed her ass further out towards me. I felt the resistance she had caused, and fought back harder against her twitching muscles. I put more of my weight behind my thrusts to maintain the depth of my strokes. She groaned louder as I felt her arch her back, picking her body up from the sofa a bit so that it looked like only her shoulders were left on the cushions. I felt myself slide into her tight pussy even deeper, and I joined her groans while I fought for control of myself to allow for her to cum first. It felt like I was bottoming out in her young pussy. "Fuck me harder." She breathed, and I almost stopped completely, unsure if what I heard was correct. I swallowed hard, gritted my teeth and then obliged her request while watching her continue to play with her breasts for me as she tried to keep her noises quiet. "I said harder old man." She growled at me, and my mind went blank. I threw my full weight behind each thrust, and she gave up on keeping herself quiet as I slammed my long, hard cock deep into her trembling pussy. "Fuck, yes, Gary, fucking give it to me! Make me cum again." She screamed my name...outside...in my yard. As soon as I felt her let go, I was right there with her. I bit into the side of her calf to muffle my loud groans as I felt stream after stream of warm cum pulse wildly into her tight, young pussy, and for a moment, I did not care how hard I had actually bit her leg, or how loudly she screamed out with me. Fuck the other neighbors; let them be jealous that this beautiful young woman was cumming hard against my cock. "Oh shit, don't fucking stop." Violet groaned as one of her hands shot from her breast to her clit to massage her clit vigorously. My cock was spent, but I continued my thrusting regardless as I lowered one of my hands from her legs to insert two of my fingers into her cum drenched pussy. Within moments, she was thrashing hard against me in orgasm again, and I felt her muscles pulse against my fingers and flaccid cock. I pulled my cock from her, but quickened my fingers, moving them in and out of her soaked pussy at lightening speed while she continued to work her clit for me. My smile went wide as I felt her cum again against my fingers. She pushed herself back away from me, groaning madly, and gasping for air. I let go of my hold on her legs, and she pushed herself further down the sofa away from me as if desperately trying to escape my touch before I could make her cum again. I watched her convulse against the cushions for a moment while she moaned to herself, and I found myself chuckling as I watched her wondering if she could see straight by the way her eyes had rolled back under her fluttering eyelids. "You alright?" I smirked and a bright, broad smile stretched across her face as she shook her head. "Was that a yes?" I teased lowering my hands to hold the armrest in front of me, leaning over it, struggling to catch my breath while watching her. She groaned deeply with her eyes closed as her whole body visibly twitched again. "That's a yes." I nodded, smiling victoriously. I found my boxers and shorts balled up in front of the sofa, and put them back on while I kept an eye on her twitching against the outdoor couch with a broad smile, moaning softly to herself. Once Violet started to relax again, and I felt comfortable leaving her unsupervised for a moment, I went into the house and grabbed us each a bottle of water. New Neighbor Pt. 02 When I returned to my back yard, Violet had managed to sit up on the sofa, but she had her hands clenched in tight fists at her sides against the cushion under her; she was grinding her hips into the cushion under her while the rest of her body shook, and she groaned lightly, keeping a small smile that I was certain she could not contain if she had wanted to. "That might be the sexiest thing that I have ever seen." I teased her playfully looking her over: small uncontrollable smile, disheveled hair, no panties, thigh high fishnet stockings held up by garters, and her bra and lace tank-top still pushed under her large, pale breasts. Her skin seemed to shine slightly in the dim light of the dying fire and faint streetlights from in front of the house. I took a deep breath while turning my face to look up at the night sky for a moment, too overwhelmed by how gorgeous she was to continue to watch her. She pulled her bra and top back up over her breasts, and readjusted them for a moment before she looked around to the ground searching for the rest of her wardrobe. I smirked as I looked back down at her and figured out what she was looking for. I put the bottles of water down on the sofa, found her skirt for her, and gently helped to pull her skirt up over her legs, laughing to myself when I saw the bruise on her calf from my bite and laughing again each time I felt her twitch when my fingers brushed against her skin. I helped her to stand, but her muscles trembled, and she fell into me, keeping me laughing as I zipped up her skirt and then held her in my arms against my chest. I felt her body completely relax against mine, as if all of her muscles had just simultaneously melted against me, and I sighed, suddenly feeling the need to never let go of her. "So...now what?" "I am starving." She breathed. "I am going home, I'm going to get something to eat, and then I think I'm going to pass out for awhile." I laughed and held her tighter to me. "That's rather presumptuous of you to think you can walk that far." She giggled in my arms, and then she gently put her hands to my chest to push away from me, but I held her tighter. "Better option: you could stay here, I could grill us both up something, and then we could retire to my bed together." She sighed as she rolled her eyes at me, but that small smile was still present much to my satisfaction. "You know I'm coming back anyway for your shower." She mocked me as she pushed herself away from me, turned, and found her boots. I held an arm out for her to lean on while she slipped her feet into each of her boots and zipped them up her calves, and I thought I saw her smile deepen for a moment when she noticed the bruise on her leg. She let go of me though without a word. She spotted her sweater, picked it up, and draped it over one of her arms, and then took one of the water bottles. "Any idea where the belt went?" She asked, and I laughed. "I know where you live; it'll get back to you." I watched her turn about for a moment looking around for anything else that was hers, and I suddenly needed clarification for one of my earlier self doubting questions from that morning. I moved close to her once more, placing one of my large hands to the side of her neck, and pulled her close to me to kiss her; not a hard kiss like before, but a soft, passionate kind of a kiss that begged for an answer. She hesitated. "Oh, Gary," Violet sighed in her playfully mocking tone, "at least I know you're an awful liar." "I wasn't lying before; I wasn't sure." I quickly defended myself not wanting her to ever think that I would try to lie to her. "G'night, Gary." She breathed sweetly across my lips; avoiding my kiss's intended question. "I'll be over early in the morning for a shower if that's still alright." Her lack of an answer frustrated me, but I let the thought go as I silently concluded that she had probably neglected to answer to invoke that reaction from me. "The idea about me talking in my sleep then...?" I started to ask, and she laughed. "Pure bullshit." Violet shook her head. "You just knew, already, did you?" I accused, and she nodded. "Am I really that easy for you to read?" Violet's smile widened further while she nodded again. "And yet...knowing that about me...you came back over here to fuck me again anyway..." I caught the shift in her eyes even though her reaction to what I implied was quickly masked with one of her mocking smiles. "So then tomorrow morning...that would be a fuck, and a shower, yes?" I teased her trying to keep the mood light between us, and she giggled for me. "You...are insatiable." She breathed, mocking me playfully. "That quality at least, is something that I can honestly say I am very fond of, and will never tire of." She kissed me, but it was one of her hard kisses that ended in her gently teasing my lower lip with her teeth. I wondered what that move really meant to her as Violet tapped her fingers against my chest signaling for me to let her go. "Okay," I sighed, pulling away from her, "we don't have to qualify this, but we are going to have to discuss it at some point...without the distraction tactics." "I'm pretty sure my 'distraction tactics' were more fun than any discussion you wanted to have." She continued to mock me. "Besides...I wasn't lying either. With the day I had, I was much too tired of listening to other people's bullshit to be able to have any kind of constructive conversation with you. That's nothing on you, and you deserve your answers, but without my 'distraction tactics' and some sleep, you only would have received short, smartass-type answers out of me that probably would have pissed you off." "Perhaps I enjoy those 'short, smartass-type' answers you give. Are you trying to tell me that a discussion would have started a fight between us if I had insisted on one?" I asked confused, and she laughed. "You've never fooled around with a ginger before, have you, Gary? I can make a fight out of anything." She teased me with a smile, showing off her dimples once more. "Is that what all of the 'old man' crap was about; trying to start a fight?" I asked confused, and she shook her head. "What did I say about you using the term 'baby' during sex?" She asked sweetly. I cleared my throat as I remembered her telling me she did not care for the pet-name, and did not view it as a term of endearment the same way that I did. "Oh, yeah." "Oh, yeah." Violet repeated in a whisper, while nodding with a mocking smile. "'Baby,' at least is forgivable, but 'baby-girl?' You are lucky I spent the day thinking about how badly I wanted to fuck you again, or I may have properly punished you over that one." I laughed uncertain of her threat. "Well, if using the term 'baby' is still forgivable, then I am still going to use it." "Are you testing me, Gary?" She growled lightly and sounded angry, but her eyes lit up playfully. I nodded, smiling to myself as I watched the fire in her eyes intensify over the idea. "Would you be willing to compromise for a mix of both discussion, and distraction, instead?" I raised an eyebrow and frowned at her, but she continued to laugh at me. Seeing my frustration, she quickly explained what she meant. "Let's play a game in the morning, shall we? I will allow for you to ask me one question per item of clothing that I am wearing when I come back. You know I will have to at least be dressed decent enough to comfortably cross the street, so my outfit won't only consist of one or two items, but I do have a feeling that most of it will consist of lingerie. In the sake of fairness, I will remove each item of clothing after each question so that you know for certain, how many questions you have left. We can discuss your questions, and my answers, smartass-type or not, until I am stripped bare." "I love your games." I breathed, and she nodded with a knowing smile. "I think that has to be the best method of discussion I have ever heard, yes." She laughed at me again as I stared dumbfounded, still trying to comprehend her admission, and then her suggestion for placating both of our needs; if this game was enacted for all of our major conversations, then I could see this girl and I staying together without quarrel for a very long time. I walked her back to the front lawn, but stopped and watched her walk the rest of the way after she waved me off with a smirk, mocking me for my actions. It was a short distance for her to walk, and I was still uncertain of how to define what it was between us, but as corny as I might have been, I still felt the need to make sure my Violet made it home safe. ***** Note from the author: Time to help choose your own adventure! Violet's game will result in back stories for both characters. If you would like to play along, and there is a question you, as the reader, would like asked of either Violet, or Gary, to be answered as part of Violet's game, please leave it posted in the comment section. I'll keep an eye on the comments for awhile, and if your question works with the current story direction, the answer to your question may appear as part of the story in the following piece. Thanks everyone! New Neighbor Pt. 03: Violet's Game "Morning," Violet purred playfully across my lips, standing on her toes to tease me without a kiss after I had opened my door to her. "Please tell me you made coffee." I hummed in agreement, leaning closer to her, but she lowered herself back on her heels and pulled away from me with a soft smirk. Violet moved around me, and I shut the door before I turned to watch her mock me for my attempt at a more intimate greeting. "So...coffee would be this way?" She pointed into the house, moving towards my living-room. I nodded and followed after her, but I caught up to her, placing either of my hands on her wide hips from behind her to gently halt her quest. Violet giggled as she stopped, leaning back against me. She looked up to see the slightly aggravated expression that had formed on my face with a playful smile. "Fine." She sighed, rolling her eyes as I leaned over her, wrapping myself around her to kiss her gently. "Good morning." I whispered in the deep, groggy voice between kisses. I was up for hours after she left me last night to contemplate what questions I needed her answers for, and I had woken early in anticipation of her promised game for the morning. There had been a light on in her house when I woke and looked across the street, and it had not taken her very long to come over once I had turned a few lights on of my own while I started my morning routines. I had been pleased to think she had also woken so early in anticipation of her game, but I had been visibly disappointed by her appearance when I answered my door to find her waiting for me in a pair of jeans and a baggy, oversized sweatshirt; by the way she had described her intended game the previous night, I had expected her to wear something sexier. "I forgot to ask you," Violet sighed, "do you work on the weekends?" I shook my head keeping my face close to hers. "That would be nice, but, sometimes I do have to work weekends, and today is no exception. I have a conference call I need to be on at three, so just keep that in mind." She studied my face for a moment before she smirked again. "Coffee?" She asked, biting her lower lip. "Addict, much?" I chuckled, releasing her from my grasp to lead the way through my home to the kitchen. "So then, you're originally from New York I hear." Violet giggled from behind me. "What gave me away?" "The way you pronounced 'coffee' just now; it's not cough-ee, it's coffee. You've done well to mask the rest of the accent, but if you want to blend in better, you're going to have to learn to pronounce coffee correctly, or that will give you away to anyone." I heard her inhale deeply in appreciation of the aroma from behind me. "Right," she breathed sarcastically, "I'll get right on that, and start working on those hard a's, so I can sound wicked smart like you." She emphasized the term 'wicked smart'—a regional phrase that I noticed caused unnecessary aggravation to people not originally from the area—and mocked it surprising well for a transplant. Her wit made me chuckle. "I'm not originally from around here either. I'm from a very small, little no-name town in northern Vermont, but it has been a very long time since I've been back there, and I fear the long-term exposure to the area has corrupted my speech patterns. Stay here long enough, and it'll happen to you as well." I teased her, smiling to myself as I heard her make a small humph noise to disagree with me. "Would you like cream or sugar?" I asked, reaching for the coffee pot. "Don't you dare taint my coffee with any of that nonsense." Violet sighed without correcting her pronunciations. "Black, uh? I used to be like that...pro-tip: you're going to regret that decision later in life." I teased her over my shoulder while I poured her a cup of coffee. I turned to hand her the mug, and almost dropped it over the sight that greeted me. Violet had followed me into the kitchen, and she had removed her sweatshirt to reveal that she wore a corset beneath it. I stared blankly as my eyes slowly took in every detail of the black lace draped elegantly over the light blue fabric that complimented her blue eyes beautifully. I took my time memorizing the cross stitch pattern of the thick cord woven up the middle of the corset, and of the ribs of the garment while I tried desperately to ignore my swelling cock approving adamantly over her abrupt change in wardrobe. I smiled as I looked over how the garment forced her waist to synch in, rounding out her large hips, and forcing her large breasts tightly together. "You...are wearing a corset." I stated the fact in a daze, and she laughed at me while she took her coffee from me. "How astute of you to notice that little fact, yes. Do you like it?" She smirked, and I nodded quickly while she took another step towards me. "I own several different corsets...some under-bust too...perhaps I'll model them for you another time." I swallowed hard, feeling my cock swell uncontrollably over the idea. I was unable to function for a moment, marveling over her extenuated hour-glass frame, and mentally scorning myself for being so disappointed with her attire when I opened my door to her; no wonder she had teased me over my original attempt at a good morning kiss. I felt like an idiot for a moment as I watched her sip from her coffee while she studied me. I felt even more like an idiot as I searched my mind for the questions I had carefully and tediously formulated to ask of her this morning. I could not think of anything other than that corset, and how amazing she looked in it. "I...um..." I stuttered, bewildered, "...explain the game again." I continued to try to remember my questions as she nodded thoughtfully. "For each question you ask me that provokes a topic change, a piece of my clothing will be removed. I will answer all of your questions honestly, and expect that any answers that I ask for from you will be equally as honest. You asked me about coffee, and so I removed my sweatshirt...might have been a cheap shot at a waste of a question," Violet shrugged, "but you won't be wasting any more of your questions now, will you?" She teased me sweetly, and I quickly shook my head again. I stared hard at her for a moment waiting for my brain to begin to function once more. I thought about the previous night: remembering the beautiful, young woman standing before me, straddling my lap and riding my cock while biting my lower lip. I cleared my throat, ignoring the throbbing reactions of my cock during the memory, and trying to think of how I wanted to phrase my question while she waited patiently, sipping at her coffee, and studying my actions. "That thing you do...when you bite my lip...it's not painful...it's gentle and teasing the way you do it." Violet nodded. "Why do you do that?" Violet thought about my question as she slipped her shoes off, leaving them both tucked under the table she was standing next to. She had looked down, under the table while placing her shoes there, and I was sure she noticed my erect bulge by her mischievous smile she wore when she straightened herself. "I guess it's a combination for me: a sign of affection as well as aggression." I snorted at her answer unable to see how that could be the truth. "Hey, you asked." She mocked me. "I don't know," she shrugged, "it's intimate, but not in a passionate sense. I enjoy the reactions it provokes; especially in you." She smiled knowingly as she put her coffee mug down on the table next to her and reached for the large bulge that had formed in my pants instead. I sighed as Violet began to massage my confined erection while she drew closer to me, waiting for my next question. My pajama pants were made of a thin flannel material that allowed for her to wrap her fingers around my hard cock as she stroked it gently. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation while I thought about how my actions changed around her when she provoked me with such diminutive gestures. It was as if Violet was able to flip a switch in me, at will, to change me into someone else whenever I was with her. "That is how you define affection." I spoke my words slowly, when I opened my eyes, to make sure she did not misinterpret my words for another question, and she shrugged again. "So then...the marks...the scratches...the bites...the bruises...are those considered affectionate for you as well?" Violet laughed softly to herself as she removed her hand from my pajama pants to slowly unbuttoned and unzip her jeans while I watched her. "If I said that they were...in a way...would that be concerning for you?" I took no notice of her question at first; my attention, along with my eyes, was glued to her hands desperate to see what was waiting for me under her covert disguise. Violet hesitated for a moment, waiting for my answer, but after a few moments, she backed away from me, lowered her jeans to the floor, and stepped out of them, leaving them where she stood. I took a deep breath, looking over the layered, ruffled lace panties that she wore over full length fishnet stockings, but she moved quickly to stand directly in front of me again, instead of allowing for me to gawk at her. Violet looked slightly nervous as she placed her hands against my chest, and slowly slid her hands up and around my shoulders to rest her hands behind my neck. I quickly wrapped my own arms around her, caught off guard by her expression; I had thought this girl to be fearless. "I view marks as mementos. I enjoy leaving marks on you, and finding them later because I remember how much fun I was having at the time of making them, and it kind of feels like a claim to you in a way: you're mine because of the marks I have left. The same sensation applies in reverse." "You view the marks left by me on your body during sex, as evidence that you're mine?" Both my head, and my cock felt like they were each about to explode. Random contradicting thoughts began to spin around in my mind as I debated how I felt about her confession; the idea was somehow erotic, but also distressing for me, and yet, I could not deny my physical response even if my mind was warring with itself. I felt her relax in my arms while she continued to study my reaction, and to my surprise, Violet started to laugh as she pressed the front of her body to mine while watching me. "Don't complicate it more than necessary...I can tell you're thinking too much about what that means instead of just accepting my answer for what it is. That pseudo-palm print of yours on my ass?" She teased and I cleared my throat. "Yes, I found that, and I had a good giggle because of it. I'm pretty sure I remember you had enjoyed yourself while making that...just as much as you enjoyed leaving the bruise on my calf last night. If I recall correctly, you even laughed when you saw that bruise after the fact; now, why do you think, would that be?" I had not given the idea much thought, but I did enjoy seeing the marks I left on her. Most of the women I had been with, would have scorned me for leaving anything like that on their bodies, and the fact that Violet had not chastised me for either mark, was enticing to a part of me that I had not fully explored before. I had never viewed leaving such mementoes—as she put it—in the same light that she did—at least not consciously—but as I thought about the arguments she gave, and felt my cock respond to her words, I realized I agreed with her. "Realizing we're not so different?" Violet teased me, grinding her pelvis lightly against my constricted erection, and I laughed unable to think of what to say. "My scratches on your back...do they upset you?" "No." I answered her without hesitation. A small devious smile found its way to my lips while I processed the rest of what she had admitted to me. "So then..." I searched for the words I needed, "...our relationship..." Violet rolled her eyes at me. "I thought I had made that clear: I'm not looking for a solid relationship right now." My face sank, and she looked like she took pity on me for a moment, softening her voice as she continued. "I work a ridiculous schedule that does not allow for me to commit to too much outside of work. I don't want to plan dates, or feel pressured to obtain prior obligations, and then feel awful about having to break them when something comes up at work, or any of that crap. Not too many of my co-workers can boost of leading a happy and fulfilling personal life in addition to their work lives, and I don't want to end up as another causality of that environment. I want someone who will allow for me to come and go as I please, to screw around with when we both find the time, but who will also allow for me to keep my independence, and let me lead my own separate life away from them." "You really were not joking about the whole fuck-buddy thing?" I asked in amazement, and she shook her head. Violet lowered her hands against my chest—I assumed to remove the next article of clothing for my question—but I quickly grabbed each of her hands with my own. I held her hands against my chest while I thought about what she had said. "Am I your only fuck-buddy then?" I scorned her slightly upset over the concept. She glared at me, taking a deep breath, and exhaling just as deeply to calm herself. "While I appreciate that you feel I am attractive enough to have multiple partners at once," she hissed at me, "I don't sleep around like that. I will barely have time enough for you, but whatever time I do find, would only be committed to you." "I'm sorry." I breathed, knowing I offended her, and she nodded once to acknowledge my apology as she took another deep breath. "I really didn't mean that...I just..." I could not explain myself to her; I did not know how to. I let go of her hands, and lowered my face to look down at my chest while I tried to think of the right words to express how I felt. Violet took a step back away from me, turned away from me, and then hooked her thumbs into the sides of her ruffled, lace panties and slowly slid her panties to the floor. I groaned softly while she bent at her waist as she lowered her panties so that I could look over her large, firm ass decorated by her fishnet stockings before she straightened herself, and stepped out of her panties. She did not leave her panties on the floor like she had her jeans; she held them in one hand as she straightened herself and turned back to look at me causing my mind to go blank once more. "I'm not looking for a boyfriend; just a playmate. Nothing elaborate; more random and impromptu. I thought that I had found that in you already, but if that isn't something you're looking for, and it's not something you want, you need to tell me, Gary." She purred seductively while taking a step back towards me. "Like I could ever say no to you." I laughed without thinking, but she did not join me in my laughter. Instead, Violet looked down at her panties that she held with one hand, and began to pick over the fabric of the garment with her other hand as she waited for me to be serious. I had answered her so quickly that I knew I had answered her honestly, but I thought hard for a moment about her confessions and how quickly I had answered her, and I realized that I was over complicating our situation once again. Before I met Violet, I wanted someone to spend time with occasionally, without feeling the need to find someone I should commit to indefinitely, but her age had me constantly questioning both of our motives. I might not have agreed with the title of 'fuck-buddy,' but what she was describing was more along the lines of what I was actually looking for, than what a traditional relationship is commonly defined as. I slowly closed the gap between us, raising one of my hands to hold the side of her face, and gently turned her face upward to look at me wondering for how long she would view me is a suitable 'fuck-buddy' before I grew too old for her, or she naturally moved on. I lowered myself over her, and kissed her softly as my answer, not wanting to ask any of the nuisance questions circling my mind for fear of wasting one of my few precious questions left. "Are you really okay with all of this?" Violet asked to verify my response. "Yeah...for now, I am." I sighed before I kissed her again, smiling as I felt her gently stuff her panties into the side pocket of my pants. "But...I...um...I really want to ask you something, but at the same time...I would really rather just let it go, and properly enjoy the morning with you." Violet made a small questioning noise, keeping her face close to mine, and becoming impatient for me to continue, she returned her hand to the front of my pants. I thought to stop her to continue our serious conversation uninterrupted, but I knew Violet would eventually have her way, and that I would give in to her regardless. I smiled slightly, appreciating her delicate, but firm strokes while she rubbed her hand back and fourth against the underside of my shaft, and gently teased my cock with her nails through the flannel fabric. "Are you afraid of an actually relationship?" She laughed, disbelievingly, while she shook her head, but she did not let go of my cock. "Why would you think that?" She teased, but I thought I could see through—what I assumed were—her displacement tactics. "You're not playing with one of your infantile boys, baby." I breathed, feeling the small wet spot on the front of my pants, that had formed from my pre-cum, rub against my skin as the fabric moved with Violet's gestures. "Damaged goods can recognize damaged goods, and I'm old enough to know that a woman your age asking for a fuck buddy is terrified of commitment because of a prior instance she had suffered." Violet ceased the movement of her hand, but she kept her hand placed against my cock while I took a deep breath, and forced myself to continue my rant. "I don't doubt that you would prefer your independence, and that you would like some solitude on occasion. But, I do doubt that your schedule is anything more than just a very convenient excuse." She hid her emotions well, but I caught her as she swallowed hard over my suggestion. "I have no intention of just using you to get off when it's convenient for the both of us, but I'm not going to stand here listing off a bunch of promises that I'm sure you've heard in vain several times over, either. You don't want a traditional relationship? That's fine, but don't you dare look at me as just some toy for you play with whenever it suits you because I would never entertain such thoughts for you." "Are you always so patronizing?" Violet laughed. "Damaged goods, huh? Have women taken advantage of the way you wear your heart on your sleeve, Gary?" I felt myself begin to shake slightly, but with a great amount of effort, I was able to calm myself. Violet nodded. "I see," she breathed lightly, pulling her hand back away from me, "I'm not afraid of commitment or relationships, but neither concept is what I'm looking for at this point in my life. I don't appreciate you talking down to me like that, and no, I don't care how much older you are than me; I will not tolerate you lecturing me like a child. I don't have any daddy issues, and I most certainly am not looking for a sugar daddy-baby girl style connection; just a play-mate. The past couple of days have been exceptionally fun for me," she smiled broadly, keeping on eye on me while she pulled a chair out from under the table, but then sat on the table instead of on the chair, "and I would be very excited over the idea of keeping up this little affair as is." I suddenly felt rather ashamed of myself; I had thought for certain that I had figured her out, and I imagined that conversation happening more smoothly in my mind. I had not planned to come across as patronizing, but more, sympathetic. I had thought I understood her, and that she would have appreciated my candid acceptance of her reasoning. Violet looked down at the chair waiting in front of her, and then back up at me. I took her cue, and sat in the chair without debate, running my hands over her fishnet stockings wrapped around her long legs dangling off of the table in front of me. "You really can't say no to me, can you?" She teased me lightly in a dark growl that sent a small shiver down my spine, and excited me. I did not answer her at first, taking my time to slowly allow for my hands to travel up over her thighs. New Neighbor Pt. 03: Violet's Game I raised my glance to see her intense lust-filled stare, while she parted her legs slightly to allow for my hands to explore her inner thighs. "I believe that feeling is mutual." I chuckled looking up to her icy blue eyes, and watching her expressions; she looked desperate for me when my hands slowly drew closer to her hips. I pulled my hands back down her thighs towards her knees, and the look in her eyes became playful again, understanding my intentions to tease her. I lifted my hands so that only my fingertips remained against her fishnet clad skin, and I slowly allowed for my fingertips to gently work their way back up her thighs. Violet took a quick, short breath when I allowed for one of my fingertips to brush against the lips of her pussy softly as my hands passed over her, and slowly returned back toward her knees. "Well?" I continued to tease her while my fingertips made another pass up and down her thighs. The muscles in her legs started to tremble slightly while I made yet another pass, making sure to brush more of my fingers against her soft pussy lips when my hands floated over her. "You were supposed to answer me honestly." I sighed disappointed, pulling my hands away from her, and sitting back in the chair to watch her. Violet made a small desperate noise while she leaned her upper body forward towards me. I smiled deviously, leaning forward again, and placing my hands to either side of her hips, listening to her whimper for me to continue. I brought my face close to hers, gently brushing my lips against her lips while I spoke. "Could you really deny me anything I asked of you?" I whispered, and she smiled to match my own while she nodded. "You're not going to be able to control me, Gary, but I would really love for you to try." She smirked. "You naughty little girl." I breathed lovingly, realizing she had me right how she wanted me. I chuckled to myself over my epiphany: all of her playful teasing and begging tactics were pure manipulation; Violet had complete control over my actions, and she knew it. I did not have to think of how I felt from my revelation, there was no conscience thought that I could produce while I felt my cock throb back to life, harder and thicker than before. I belonged to this girl, however she wanted me; I was hers, and now, I understood that as well as she did. I slowly traced my fingertips up her thighs once more, keeping my face close to hers, but this time, when my fingers reached her hips, I grabbed each of her hips firmly in my hands and pulled her body forward toward the edge of the table. Violet gasped while I moved quickly to lower my hands back to her knees, forcing them to spread widely to either side of me. I inched my chair forward towards her while my fingers penetrated the pelvic area of her fishnet stockings, and tore a large hole in the stockings to allow me access to her pussy. Violet cried out softly as I tore into her stockings, but she did not chastise me for my actions after I quickly bent forward in my chair, and lowered my face closer to her exposed pussy. My hands returned to her hips to hold her in place while I slowly began to kiss her inner thighs when she leaned back, moving her arms behind her to brace herself on the table. "You made me sound like quiet the asshole just now." I breathed, taking my time kissing her thighs to tease her. I pulled away from her for a moment to see just how playful my little girl was this morning. Her breathing quickened while she waited in anticipation, whimpering slightly when my face drew closer to her, and then pulled away once more. "I suppose you expect me to apologize for being so patronizing toward you..." One of her hands found its way to the side of my head, and she gently ran her fingers through my graying hair before she tried to force my head forward to her waiting pussy once more, while she lifted her hips up off the table in an attempt to meet my face. I laughed, pulling back further from her, and turned my face to look at the frustration in her beautiful eyes while I shook my head. Her eyes softened, beginning to plead with me, but I wanted more from her than that before I would give in. "Please, Gary." She begged in a desperate whisper. "Please, what?" I teased her, and she smiled. "Please eat my pussy." She breathed lightly without shame, or embarrassment. I pretended to contemplate her request, enjoying how at ease she was with her sexuality, and her smile twisted into something wicked as a naughty look flashed across her beautifully expressive eyes. I groaned with excitement. "What did you just think about?" "Fucking eat me, and find out." She growled at me. I chuckled to myself while I readjusted her body in my arms, and slowly leaned forward again, this time running my tongue slowly between the soft lips of her young pussy. Violet was already excited for me; I moaned as I tasted her sweet juices already escaping her. Her body tensed while I slowly probed her with my tongue to have a better taste of her before moving my tongue up her body slightly to locate her clit. Violet began to shake slightly, breathing heavily, and groaning madly, when my tongue began to gently circle her clit. I felt her hips rise slightly toward me, and I moved my hands to better hold her hips firmly in place against the table so she could not grind herself against my face. I might still be playing her game, but I was no longing going to play by her rules. I gently sucked on her swollen clit, savoring her sharp intakes of breath followed my her soft moans, but when I felt her thighs begin to tremble slightly, I pulled my face away from her clit to kiss down each of her inner thighs once more. She sighed heavily. I turned my face back to watch as more of her juices slowly trickled from her, and I waited for her begging whimpers to start again before I eagerly moved back to her to collect her juices with my tongue. I refocused my attention on her clit, pressing my lips firmly against her, and vibrating my lips against her clit before gently sucking her clit into my mouth. "Oh, fuck." Violet gasped, her whole body shaking. I quickly repeated the gesture, and she screamed out for me. I paused; my lips hovering just over her clit. "Please don't stop." Violet begged earnestly in a breathy moan. I smiled, allowing for my tongue to slowly and methodically dance around her clit, without making contact with it intentionally. "Gary, please!" She sounded more desperate as her body twitched in my arms. I lowered my lips back to her clit, vibrating them against her clit on contact, and she groaned deeply as her body relaxed. She began to twitch again while I alternated between gently sucking at her clit, and flicking my tongue across it. I was quick to lick up any of her juices that I felt slowly cover my chin, and quickly returned to pleasuring her clit, focusing the majority of my efforts there. I found so much enjoyment in listening to her animalistic groans while her body spasmed hard around me that I forgot any need of my own for release. Any time I felt like she was starting to reach a climax, I paused, and waited for her to recover while she begged for me to continue. For a moment, I did not recognize my actions as my own. Normally, I would be the complete opposite; trying desperately to give a woman as many orgasms during sex, as gently, and as lovingly as possible in hopes of keeping her affection. I thought about how I had acted with Violet last night, musing over the difference of my actions with her, and of how I had enjoyed the experience. I found far more enjoyment with Violet, and the way I acted around her. I lost track of everything else while I continued to tease her swollen clit. I forgot about her game that morning, of any more of my foolish questions, and of how many orgasms I denied her; my mind would only focus on attempting to tease her into submission. She had tried once to push me out of the way to finger herself during one of my torturous pauses; I had quickly grabbed both her hands, and held her wrists tightly to the sides of her hips as my response to her bold move. I chuckled softly to myself as I felt the heat from the sun shinning through the window behind me, warming the back of my neck; I had started my amendment to her game long before the sun rose. I raised my head to look her over for a moment to assess my results. At some point, Violet had lain back flat against the table, but I could not remember how long she had been like that. I watched the muscles of her body shake uncontrollably, noting her thick, curvy legs were pressed hard against either side of my body, uncertain of if she was even conscience of her actions anymore. I smiled broadly as I removed my hands from her wrists, but her hands stayed still against her hips, not daring to upset me with their movement. "Apology accepted?" I teased her playfully, blowing a gentle breath across her teased clit. "That was not a fucking apology." Violet groaned. I thought about her response for a moment, smirking at the aggression still held in her voice. "Well, it's the only kind of apology you're getting this morning. You wanted to make me out to be an asshole, after all, so I'll be an asshole for you. I will not allow for you to cum until you accept my apology." I was surprised to hear Violet laugh at me. Her hands shook at first when she tried to raise them, but she quickly had her hands untying the cord down the front of her corset. I watched silently while she unwove the cord completely without flattering, and then eased the corset gently to the table beneath her. She took a deep breath, forced her trembling body to sit up-right on the table, and then gracefully slipped off of the table to sit across my lap. Violet kissed me hard, her tongue slipping past my lips to invade my mouth, when she gently fell into my lap. I ran my hands over her outer thighs, listening to her moan softly while she tasted herself on my lips and tongue. The thought of her actually enjoying the taste drove me wild. "Do you like the taste of your sweet, little pussy?" I asked between kisses, feeling as though I were dreaming. She giggled slightly—suggesting I had discovered some poorly kept secret—before running her tongue in gentle circles against my own, and adding more vigor to her kisses. "I am so sorry for sounding like a patronizing asshole." I sighed across her lips, giving in to her. She pulled her face away from me, looking disappointed over my sudden surrender. I watched Violet's eyes scan over my face before her gaze settled on my chin. She leaned forward and slowly licked my chin once to gather any of her remaining juices that had collect there, before she kissed me again with a satisfied moan. One of my hands slowly worked its way up over her thigh with the intention of fingering her wet pussy as a reward for how she was acting, but she smacked the top of my hand hard to halt its progress. I was confused, wondering why she would stop me from pleasuring her, but at the same time, her defiant strike enraged me. I quickly grabbed a hold of each of her wrists again, laughing darkly to myself at her futile attempt to pull her hands back away from me. I gently forced both of her hands behind her back, holding them against the top of her ass while she squirmed playfully in my lap. Violet pulled her face back from mine once more while I shifted her wrists in my hands so that I could confidently restrain both of her wrists in one of my large hands; my actions emboldened when I saw the fiery look that I had seen last night, engorged in her eyes. Violet rolled her shoulders back to push her naked chest further out towards me while she gave me a wicked, little smile. I allowed for my free hand to retrace its path back over her thigh while she stared me down, and without her ability to smack my hand away, this time my hand reached its destination. I groaned as I slipped my middle and ring fingers into her tight, soaked pussy, and gently placed my thumb against her clit. Violet exhaled deeply through her nose while she watched me without a word, but her body begged for me to continue: I watched her breasts rise and fall while she took deep, excited breaths. Her inner muscles pulsed gently against my fingers, and after focusing on the feeling, I swore I could feel how quickly her heart was racing through her muscles. I chuckled when I felt her hips twitch, knowing she was trying to force them to stay still. "Do you accept my apology, or not?" I whispered, leaning forward towards her. Violet tried to pull herself further back from me, but I held her firmly in place, and quickly pressed my lips to the side of her neck. She moaned softly while I showered her neck with gentle kisses, but she refused to answer. I remembered how she had interpreted my marks on her body, and I suddenly had a naughty thought. I gently kissed my way down the side of her neck, across her shoulder, bit the top of her shoulder, and then sucked at my bite-mark. Violet groaned madly, squirming in my lap, impaled on my fingers, forcing me to suck harder against her shoulder. I had not intentionally tried to give a woman a hickey since grade school—I had long since considered the act to be juvenile on some level—but Violet's reaction to it quickly changed my perception. "Well?" I growled darkly against her shoulder, before moving my lips back towards her neck to start a fresh hickey along the top of her shoulder. She began to teeth gently at my lower ear lobe when my fingers inside of her pussy started to move rhythmically against her inner g-spot. I did not have to move my thumb to stimulate her clit; Violet grinded her hips hard against my hand while her body shook, and she cried out softly each time her flailing made her clit make contact with my thumb. When I felt her muscles tighten against my fingers, I stopped, listening to her exaggerated, desperate groan. "Apology accepted." She breathed, and I began to move my fingers deep inside of her again, savoring her soft moans while feeling her muscles pulse against me. "Prove it," I chuckled, looking over the darkening area on her shoulder, "be my good little girl, really forgive me, and fucking cum for me, just like this." I tightened my grip around her wrists as if to accentuate my point, while I bit her shoulder again, and then sucked hard at the bite-mark. Her skin was so incredibly pale, that the bruises formed easily upon her skin. Again, I did not feel like myself while I listened to her scream out for me, trapped against my body. I felt like I was outside of myself watching someone else in my body ravage the gorgeous, young woman in my lap mercilessly, driving her closer to release for my amusement. I watched stranger Gary gently teeth his way up the side of Violet's neck, and kiss her hard, laughing when Violet returned his aggressive attitude by biting his lower lip. She did not bite at his lip in a teasing, playful manor like she normally would; she bit his lip hard, and yet he laughed before he used the side of his face against hers, to force her to reveal the unmarked side of her neck and shoulder to him. I envied the animal sitting at my kitchen table—unyielding and assertive—confidently bring multiple orgasms to my beautiful, young neighbor held tightly in his lap. I looked to Violet's gorgeous, screaming face as she came hard against my fingers; it was not some stranger fingering her, it was me, and somehow this naughty, beautiful creature had made me this way for her. I quickly released her wrists, and showered the side of her neck with gentle kisses once more, feeling some need to apologize for releasing that foreign, hidden part of myself against her. I slowly withdrew my fingers from her trembling pussy, but to my surprise, Violet grabbed a hold of my hand, and brought my fingers to her lips. Violet moaned lovingly, sucking my fingers into her mouth, and running her tongue up and down my fingers to clean them of her juices. I could not breathe while I watched her; air only returned to my lungs once she let go of my hand, and allowed for it to fall to her side. I looked deeply into her eyes, and smiled as I noticed the playful way her blue eyes had lit up while she watched me. I may have felt like a stranger to myself when I was with Violet, but it was obvious that she fully enjoyed herself with me. Both of her hands flew to the waist line of my flannel pajama bottoms while she slowly stood from my lap, and I chuckled to myself thinking that she meant to straddle me again to prove to me just how in control she still was. I lifted myself from the chair, and helped to push my pajama pants down to my knees, but instead of climbing back into my lap, Violet gracefully sank to the floor, kneeling at my feet. She stripped my legs free of my pants before she pressed her body between my legs, and reached for my fully erect cock. She turned her face to look up to mine, and watched me while she slowly brought the head of my cock toward her waiting mouth, licked the head of my cock, and then pushed her naked breasts forward. I groaned when she began to run the head of cock against her firm, erect nipples, using me to tease her own breasts. "Is it your turn to tease me then?" I gasped when she lowered her face to suck the entirety of my long, thick cock into the back of her throat. She hummed that she disagreed, moving her tongue against the underside of my shaft, while she coated my cock in her saliva. She raised her head again, and when my cock was free from her mouth, Violet leaned over my cock, pressing my cock between her large, firm breasts. "Watching you enjoy your breakfast, and tease me with your breakfast, has made me very jealous for my own." She teased me, using both of her hands to push her breasts around my cock. She held her breasts together with one of her hands across the front of them, and then lowered her other hand under her breasts to massage my balls. I groaned madly, reaching for her hair, and made tight fists with her red hair woven between my fingers when she started to work her body up and down to allow for my cock to fuck her breasts. Violet lowered her face, and licked at my exposed head each time it penetrated her cleavage. I was ecstatic; I knew with how badly I had worked myself up while teasing her, that I would not have lasted very long in her tight, wet pussy. I also knew I could hold out far longer regardless of how excited I was, and make her work to achieve my release, with just a simple titty-fuck. I should have realized that nothing with Violet, would ever just be a simple anything. Without warning, Violet released her breasts from around my cock, and plunged her mouth around my cock once more, sucking the head of my cock vigorously. I gasped at the new sensation, and she smiled broadly around me. She ran the very tip of her tongue in small circles, completely down one side of my cock, tilting her head to reach the full length of me. She moved her lips to the base of my shaft on that side, sucked gently at the spot, and ran her mouth back up that side of my cock, keeping the same, gentle suction until she reached the head of my cock. She sucked on the head of my cock for a moment, flicking her tongue just under the crest of my head, before she turned her face to the other side of my cock, and repeated her motions; first teasing my cock from head to base with the tip of her tongue, and then sucking her way back up to the head of my cock. She moaned against my cock, forcing her mouth back completely over me, filling her throat without gagging. She kept her tongue moving up and down my cock as best as she could, while I stretched her throat out around me. Overwhelmed by the feeling, I lifted my hips up toward her face, and began to thrust my cock further into the back of her throat with the intention of cumming in her beautiful mouth. Violet moved her hands to the tops of my thighs, pushed down on the tops of my thighs with both of her hands, and I sat back in the chair, ceasing my thrusting. I watched in disappointment while she slowly pulled her mouth back off of me. She kept her tongue in constant motion against my cock while she moved, and once my cock was free of her mouth, she wrapped her breasts back around my shaft, and began to pump my cock up and down through her huge breasts once more. I gritted my teeth as my head fell back into the chair, and my fingers tightened against her hair. New Neighbor Pt. 03: Violet's Game "That feels too fucking good." I shook my head feeling her tongue flick across the head of my cock held firmly between her bouncing breasts. Violet giggled to herself, keeping her pace, until I groaned deeply. "Fuck baby, you're going to make me cum. You better get that cock back in your mouth if you want me for breakfast." To my surprise, Violet giggled harder as she released her breasts from my cock. She moved her free hand to my shaft, and worked her hand vigorously up and down my cock while still massaging my balls gently with her other hand. I lowered my face to watch Violet lean back on her heels, aiming my cock over her pale, large breasts. "Oh, no fucking way." I breathed; I usually had to beg a woman to allow for me to cum on her body. My mouth fell open as I felt my balls tighten in her hand at the idea of being able to watch myself cum all over her magnificent breasts. Violet turned her face to look up at me; her eyes filled with lust in a soft glare. "After all that teasing this morning," she growled, "you better have a huge load for me...I am absolutely famished for your cum." I closed my eyes and screamed out from the force of my initial shot across her breasts, but I forced my eyes open wide to watch the continuous streams of cum coat her skin. Violet continued to work her hands firmly against my cock until she was sure I had finished, and I groaned as I looked over her glistening chest, drenched in my release, wondering how she meant to consume it. Violet stood quickly once she removed her hands from me, and began to walk toward the kitchen sink; much to my displeasure as I panicked over the idea of her washing my cum from her chest to prove some point. I could not stand to stop her, shaking from my orgasm. "Where are your utensils, Gary?" Her question confused me, and I took a moment before I answered, uncertain of her intention. "Top right hand drawer next to the sink." "And your plates?" She asked sweetly. "The cabinet above that." I gasped still coming down from my physical high. I heard Violet shuffle a few things behind me while she opened doors, shut them again, and began to cut into something that sounded juicy. By the time I felt I could walk, Violet had returned to my side, and slowly took her place of sitting on the table in front of me once more. Violet lifted her legs, and gently put each of her fishnet clad feet to rest on my knees before she set a plate of apple slices down on her lap. I smiled seeing that Violet had not cleaned off her chest. Violet took one of the apple slices from her plate, slowly ran the apple slice across her chest until it had gathered a generous coating of my cum, and then raised the piece of fruit to her lips, turning her glance to watch me intently. I groaned madly at the thought, thinking she was only teasing me, but she slowly wrapped her lips around the apple slice, and took a bite. I watched her in awe while she chewed the cum-coated piece of fruit with a wicked smile, and then swallowed it. Violet hummed in approval while my whole body shook as I watched her lower the piece of fruit back to her chest. "This...is exactly what I wanted for breakfast." She purred, running the apple slice across her chest for more of my cum before lifting it back to her mouth for another bite. "I really fucking love you." I breathed without thinking, feeling more cum bead up on the head of my cock, and she laughed at me. "This, is what you envision us being like all of the time?" I asked astounded, unable to contain my smile. She nodded sweetly before picking up another apple slice, and handing it to me. My breath caught in my throat as I reached for the slice of apple held in her hand while I leaned forward in my chair. I took the piece of fruit, gently ran it across her breasts, careful to only touch the apple as I dipped it in my cum, and then raised the apple slice to her lips. Violet slowly wrapped her lips around the apple, and then slowly sucked on the apple slice held my hand with the same intensity as if she was sucking on my cock. I almost let go of the piece of fruit when she opened her mouth and pulled back from the apple slice to show me she had sucked it clean of my cum. I chuckled to myself, recoating the piece of fruit by running it back across her chest, and then offered it to her again. "Is this what you envisioned, Gary?" She whispered before she took a bite from my offering, and I shook my head. "Nope." I chuckled, smiling broadly while leaning back in my chair to look her over. I had a gorgeous, curvaceous twenty-something sitting on my kitchen table wearing nothing but a torn pair of my favorite kind of stockings, my cum across her chest, and my dark, purple and black bruises across the tops of both of her shoulders. Violet smiled sweetly while she continued to tease me with her apple slices; never had my fantasies come remotely close to a scene so completely dirty, and equally satisfying. I nodded, mentally embracing that deviant side of myself exposed only by Violet. "This is far better." "So then," she breathed lightly, "what would you like to do next? You do have me until three." She purred while continuing to coat another slice of apple with my cum, running the piece of fruit down the length of her sternum between her breasts. Instead of lifting the apple slice from her body, she allowed for the fruit to continue slowly downwards across her stomach. I quickly grabbed her wrist to stop her from moving the apple slice even more after watching it gently bounce against her soft pussy lips. I took a deep breath before I forced myself to look up into her playful eyes. "Well?" She teased. I cleared my throat while releasing her wrist, and she sighed. Violet lifted the apple slice held in her hand to inspect it, making a disappointed clicking noise with her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Needs more cum." She pouted playfully, frowning at me while batting her eyelashes. "If you're all out of ideas," she smirked, replacing the apple slice back on her plate, and then putting her plate down on the end of the table, "would you like to hear mine? You do enjoy having me suck that huge cock of yours, don't you?" She continued to tease me without waiting for my responses to her questions. "You do like feeling your cock buried deep, down the back of my throat, don't you? There are ways to make it easier for your cock to get even deeper down my throat...wouldn't you enjoy fucking my throat like that?" I exhaled deeply at the thought, watching her taunt me playfully. "What if you could cum all over my chest again, afterwards?" "Have a mentioned how much I love you?" I chuckled, and she nodded, biting her lower lip with a broad smile. "Repeatedly." Violet laughed, turning herself, and laying on her back so that her head rested just off of the edge of the table in front of me. "Stand up." She purred the command, and I quickly obliged while keeping my gaze on her face, now upside down to my view. "You do realize that you're not making that conference call later, correct?" I groaned as she reached for my hips to gently pull me closer to her up-side down face. "Is that what you think?" Violet giggled before running her tongue against the underside of my flaccid cock with a wicked smile. "You better give me one hell of an excuse to call out then. If by three o'clock, you have fucked my brains out so completely that I want nothing more than to stay with you, then I will call out sick, and stay for as long as you'd like my company this weekend...otherwise, I leave as planned, and maybe call some of my girlfriends over to go out later, and ignore your existence for the rest of the weekend." "Must everything be a game with you?" I chuckled. I gasped as Violet wrapped her lips around my cock, and began to suck me back to life while she moaned in agreement. I savored the sensation of growing hard in her mouth, slowly pushing further down her throat as my cock expanded. I pulled my hips back, and slowly pushed them forward to test her theory of my cock being able to penetrate further down her throat in this position, and was pleasantly surprised at the ease of fucking her throat at this angle. I pulled my hips back once more, freeing myself from her mouth completely before I bent over her to kiss her deeply. "You'd really let me fuck your throat like that?" I verified, not wanting to harm her, and she nodded. "As hard as you fucking want." She breathed across my lips, forcing me to groan softly in response. "Terms accepted then." I chuckled, kissed her again, and then straightened myself over her body laid out before me on my kitchen table. "All of your terms listed out this morning," I smiled, easing my cock back into her mouth and down her throat, amazed when I could see how far down her throat my cock was from the outline of it against her neck, "let your games begin."