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The Neighbor Ch. 01

By: Writor



"Is that all you're going to do this summer??? I mean really Natalie. You've got to be kidding me!"

Natalie just ignored her mother as she continued to eat her ice cream and watch television.

Mary stood in front of the tv with her arms at her sides. She wasn't going to let Natalie ignore her.

"Oh come on mom! Look I worked hard all year and I think I earned the right to relax for a couple of months."

"Well let me let you in on a little secret...Everyone has earned the right to relax a couple of months but does everyone do it? NO! No because we have bills to be paid and money doesn't go on trees. Now you get your butt off the couch and go find yourself a summer job!"

Natalie looked annoyed at her mother. Mary looked even more annoyed back.

"Look Nat you're 19 years old now. If you get even a part time job you can save your money and when you finish school you can afford to get yourself a pretty nice place. This way you're ahead of the game. Tell me the truth, isn't it awesome having money of your own to be able to do what you want with and not have to answer to me or dad about it?"

Natalie thought the question over. She looked up at her mom.

"Are you saying that if I get a job I can do whatever I want with the money no questions asked? You or dad wouldn't get involved or say anything to me at all?"

"Well...um..well I didn't exactly..."

"Oh come on mom. What would be the point of me working my butt off if I didn't get to spend the money the way I chose fit?"

"Okay."

Mary felt backed into a corner.

"Okay. As long as you're responsible with the bulk of it, and by bulk I mean most of the money, then not a word from us. I only want to be sure that you just don't spend the money frivolously."

Natalie didn't even wait for her mother to finish the entire sentence. She rushed up and grabbed the want ads. This was almost too good to be true.

Natalie was 19 years old and home from her first year at college. Although she went to school only 11 miles away she really insisted that she dorm. She had been sheltered most of her life by pretty strict parents. Mary and Don were okay for the most part but they let her brother do whatever he pleased and were much harder on her.

Natalie was a pretty girl but definitely chubby. She wore glasses and had long red hair. She looked more like her father than her mother, which is where the red hair comes from. She was a 38DD with a 34 inch waist. She had a plump round ass and because she was 5'6" she could almost be classified as voluptuous. Even though she was still a pretty girl she never really had any boyfriends. She'd gone out on a date or two but nothing really ever took.

Mary watched now as she made phone call after phone call with a smile. She was happy that at least her daughter would be doing something productive this summer. Mary was used to working hard and it bothered her when any of her two children or family members didn't equally work as hard. Mary had been working since she was about 10. At first it was with her uncle in his coffee shop but that soon turned into a summer job in high school then a full time job all throughout college. Now at 45 all her years of hard work were showing in a positive manner. She had a decent body that was sagging only slightly. She also had wonderful skin that. Her auburn hair was cut short, around the ears, which made her look younger from far away.

After a couple of weeks of job hunting Natalie came home feeling a little frustrated.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Still nothing?" 

"No mom. I've been on two or three interviews a day for two weeks and not even a nibble. It's starting to suck pretty bad."

"Well then I've got good news for you. You know our neighbors from next door? You know the ones that moved in about a year ago?"

"Yes sure. They're the ones with the really nice car, right?"

"Right. Well it turns out they're looking for a babysitter this summer. He just happened to mention it today in passing. You see Mike works from home and can't really watch the kids. He's been able to get by so far because they take really long naps. Which gives you some studying time actually. The great thing is that if you do a good job you can do it over the winter as well. They're willing to pay ten dollars an hour. I told him I'd be sending you by."

Natalie ran up and hugged her mother. She was extremely happy that the whole job search was almost over. And who knows? She might actually like taking care of kids. Natalie gave her mom a big thanks then rushed out the door.

A couple of hours later, Natalie returned grinning ear to ear.

"I got it mom! And guess what, he wants me to start in about an hour. I just came home to shower and change then go back! Thanks again mom!"

Natalie hugged her mom then ran up the stairs. After an hour or so Natalie left and went to her first day of work.

A couple of weeks have gone by and Natalie was still excited everytime she left the house to go babysit next door. 

Mary, however, had begun noticing little changes. For starters she found it weird that Natalie was still this excited. She also noticed Natalie had been a bit quieter these past two weeks. Natalie was usually a bit of a smart ass but the past two weeks she's been quite pleasant and easy. 

The main thing she noticed, however, is that Natalie was beginning to dress a little too sexy for a babysitting job. This morning she saw her carefully putting on her bright red lipstick and slipping into a pretty short miniskirt. With Natalie's ass the size it was, if she were to bend over she might give people a pretty good show. This new behavior and dressing habits made Mary very suspicious. She decided to sneak into the neighbor's backyard and see if she could keep on eye on things to make sure there's nothing weird going.

Mary carefully opened the gate that separated the two yards then closed them behind her. She slowly inched up and started looking into windows. She saw no sign of Natalie or Mike or the kids for that matter. She had to figure out a way to get a better look. She finally found a good view into Mike's office and there he was. Mary was able to hide behind a small bush and see clearly into the basement. She saw Mike sitting at his computer typing away. Suddenly she could see her daughter come down the stairs. She wondered why Natalie was bothering Mike while he worked. That's when it happened. Natalie knelt down before him. Mary couldn't believe her eyes. Mike turned in his chair and was not wearing any pants whatsoever!

From this vantage point Mary could see Mike was very well endowed. Even limp the tip of his cock clearly hung over the chair. Mike was not an unattractive man. He was bald and about 5'8". He was slightly overweight and seemed to not lack hair on his body, but still there was something attractive about him, Mary thought.

Before she could gulp, Mary witnessed Mike roughly grabbing Natalie's hair and forcing his cock into her mouth. She couldn't hear anything but it looked like Mike was yelling at her as he violently forced his dick into her mouth. She couldn't tear her eyes away as Mike pulled his now hard and very big cock out of her daughter's mouth and slapped her in the face with it. He was so rough with her. Mike then grabbed Mary by the hair and lifted her to her feet. Her cheeks were bright red from all of the massive cock slaps. Mike roughly bent her over his chair then lifted her skirt to her waist. He bent down and began viciously eating her pussy. Mary could see over her daughter's ass as Mike licked up and down. She was frozen with shock. Finally the two stopped. Mary could see Natalie trying to gather herself as she rushed up the stairs. Through a corner of the living room window she could see Natalie making her way up the stairs. The children must be awake.

Mary rushed up and back home. She got in the door and then dropped to the couch. She couldn't believe what she just saw. Her mind started racing. Was it her fault? What had she done? Did she force her daughter to take this job and now to this man? Her thoughts were broken up by Natalie entering the house.

"Hey mom. What're you doing sitting here in the dark like this? Is everything okay?"

Mary just realized she had been sitting for two hours lost in thought.

"Um...Y-yes dear. Everything is fine."

"Okay."

Natalie looked at her mom like she was very weird.

"By the way mom. Mike and Emily are going out tonight and asked that I watch the kids. I absolutely accepted."

Mary was frozen. She wanted to tell her daughter to stop but she wasn't sure how. She couldn't tell her that she was lurking in the bushes watching her and Mike earlier. What could she do? She then realized that Natalie said Mike and his wife were going out. Surely tonight would be harmless if they were going out, and even still, Mike and Natalie wouldn't dare do anything in front of Emily. Tonight Natalie would be fine over there and this would give her at least one night to think of a way to get her daughter out of there.

A few hours later Natalie left to go next door. Mary watched out the window as Mike and Emily drove off leaving Natalie alone. She then began to think about a way to get her daughter to quit that job without letting her daughter know that she saw her and Mike earlier.

As she continued to think out her next steps she noticed another car pull into the driveway. An older woman stepped out and entered the house. Mary stayed glued to the window as the older woman left saying good bye to...to...MIKE?!?!?! Mary couldn't believe her eyes. She cracked the window open to see what she could hear.

"Thanks again mom! I'll send Emily by to pick up the kids in the morning!"

"Okay son. Have a good time!"

The older woman got in the car and drove off with the kids. Mary started to sweat. Now she knew Mike was alone in the house with Natalie. What the hell was going on?? She saw Mike and Emily leave. Was Natalie alright? Did he do something to her??? She had to know what was going on. Mary snuck across the yard again and peeked into the basement window so she could see Mike's office. There was no one there. She heard voices coming from the living room so she grabbed a garbage can and turned it over. She climbed on top of it then ducked down so she could get a good look.

Again she was frozen with shock. Natalie was kneeling down in the middle of the room with her hands chained behind her back. The chain went around her wrists then up to to around her neck. Attached to one of the loops on her neck was a leash which was being held by a woman who was wearing naked from the waist down. The woman had a leather bra on, although there were holes around the nipples completely exposing them. She was also wearing a leather mask on her head. Her entire head was covered by the leather mask except for two slits for her eyes, two small holes for her nostrils, and a zipper across her mouth which was closed at the moment. What was happening to her daughter? What had she gotten her into???

"Who's the dog bitch of the house? Speak up!!!"

Mary could hear Mike speaking to Natalie. When she didn't answer the masked woman yanked on the leash.

"I-I am your dog bitch Master."

"Very good. What is your name from now on, the only one you are to answer to in this house?"

This time the leather woman's tug on the leash was a bit more subtle.

"The name Master has given this one is slutpig. I am very happy with my new name and I will make Master proud of his slutpig."

"Very good. Tonight we will be branding your new name under your right foot along with My symbol. You will forever belong to Me afterwards. How do you feel about that slutpig?"

"Oh my god Master. Words cannot express my happiness at this moment!"

Mary was shocked. So much so that she slipped slightly and fell off the garbage can. She quickly got up and ran home. She was afraid she would have been seen. She was afraid that maybe something would happen. She rushed home and closed the door behind her. She then looked through the windows to see if anyone was coming but no one did.

"RRRRRING. RRRRRING."

It was the phone. She stood frozen then slowly answered the phone.

"H-h-hello..."

"Mom it's me. Are you okay, you sound weird?"

"I-I'm fine dear. What...what is it?"

"Oh it's nothing mom. Mike and Emily just called and they told me they'd be late tonight and asked that I spend the night. I told them yes. I just wanted you to know. So don't worry I'll be over here and I'll be fine. I'll see you in the morning mom. Bye."

Mary hung up the phone unable to speak a word. With her husband gone for a month in Europe and her son married and living half way across the country she had no one to turn to for help. What was she to do? She lay on the couch driving herself nuts wondering what to do.

"Mom wake up. Mom. Mom. Wake up. Geez look at you. You slept on the couch all night. Is everything alright??"

"Wh-what time is it?"

"It's 10:30. I have to go. I'm playing tennis with Barb today. It's Saturday remember?"

"Oh oh yes yes. Go. Please go away from here!"

Mary grabbed her daughter's hand as she pleaded with her to leave.

"Mom let go. You're scaring me. Are you sure you're alright?!?!?"

Mary caught herself and let go. 

"Yes yes. Everything's fine. I'm sorry. I just had a bad dream is all. Please go ahead and have fun. I'll be fine."

Natalie looked at her mother funny then grabbed her tennis bag and left.

Mary knew this was her one opportunity to do something. She had to put an end to her daughter and Mike. The things she saw just weren't right. She waited and watched as Emily left the house to go get the kids. She knew that now was the time.

"DING DONG."

"Well hello Mary. What brings you by this morning?"

"Good morning Mike."

Mary looked at him thoughtfully. She really thought he would frighten her more than he actually did.

"Mike. I need to have a word with you inside if I could."

"Sure Mary. Come on in. Is everything okay?"

Mary surveyed the home. Funny, she thought, how it looked like a sweet innocent place to live. One would never think the things she saw last night would occur in a place like this.

"No Mike. Everything is not okay. Everything is just wrong."

"Sit down Mary and let's talk about it. What can I do to help you? You're obviously upset about somethi....

"HOW COULD YOU?!?!?"

Mary half screamed the question. 

"How could you do those...those things to my daughter??"

"Mary what are you tal..."

"No Mike please. NO. Now I want you to fire my daughter and never, NEVER, allow her to step foot in this house again."

Mike sat expressionless. Mary felt as though a huge weight had been lifted. She stood triumphantly and headed toward the door. Then suddenly...

"Where the fuck do you think you're going bitch???"

SLAM

Mary was shoved face first into the door as she tried to open it. She was dazed as Mike flung her around and grabbed her neck. His grip was incredibly firm as she lifted both hands weakly to his wrist, still suffering from being slammed against the door.

"Do you think I would let a slut fuck like you come into My home and tell Me what the fuck to do? Are you fucking kidding Me bitch?"

Mary couldn't speak. She moved her lips to let words out but nothing happened.

"Awww what's the matter cunt? Cat got your tongue? Maybe these lips can talk?"

Mike reached down and roughly grabbed her pussy over her jeans. Mary was stunned. She tried to kick but her legs didn't respond. She tried to scream but no words. She tried to push him but he was too strong.

"Oh well I think these lips can talk. In fact I think these lips just told Me how thirsty they are."

What the hell was he talking about. Mike had lost it. Mary tried to assess the situation. But Mike moved quick. He ripped open the front of her jeans and reached into her panties. He shoved the tip of his finger inside her as he roughly palmed her crotch.

"Ohhhh..."

She let out a low moan as Mike manhandled her.

"There you see that. Nice and wet. I told you these lips were hungry. Look, they're watering."

What the hell was he talking about? He'd gone completely mad. He pushed his finger to her face as he wiped himself clean on her cheek.

'Oh my god,' she thought, 'I'm aroused!'.

The shock of her thoughts struck her. Here she was in a dire situation and yet for some reason she felt a moistness between her legs. She wondered how long it had been there. Did she actually want this? Did she want to be spoken to this way? 

"Okay bitch. You turn the fuck around. NOW!!!"

Mary stared in disbelief. She slowly turned to face the door. Her head was sideways as she tried to see Mike from the corner of her eye. What was happening to her? She was confused and dumb.

Mike interrupted her thoughts by pulling her pants to her ankles. He grunted as he ripped her panties from her body.

She could feel the strength of his hand pressed against the back of her neck, pinning her to the wall. She could sense him pulling off his pants as he held her in place.

Mike pressed his body up against her naked ass. She could feel his huge cock and remembered seeing her daughter sucking on it. Instinctively she arched her ass up and back as if to invite him in. She was lost in thought.

"That's a good little fuck toy. Give your ass to Master bitch."

Mike's cock was already hard as the anticipation of what he was about to do was getting to him. Mary opened her legs as Mike pulled off her jeans fully. She then spread her legs wider as Mike quickly pushed the head of his prick into her wet cunt. Mike noticed the wetness on her thighs and realized she'd been wanting this.

He shoved his cock with furious thrusts. Mary held the closed door for dear life as her cunt was being assaulted by what felt like a baseball bat of a cock. Never had she felt anything like this before. Don did not have a small penis but he was average. Before Don she'd only been with other guy and that was 20 years ago and she barely remembered him. She could feel her cunt stretching to accommodate him. 

"Ohhh..."

She let out a soft whispering moan as Mike fucked her harder and harder.

"That's it fuck toy. You're a good little bitch. Always a good bitch that gives her cunt to Master. Right slut? You love giving your slut cunt to Master, don't you???"

Mary couldn't answer. She wanted so much to send this bastard to hell. She wanted to curse him for the way he treated her daughter. She wanted to kill him for what he was doing to her now. She wanted to somehow rip his penis from his body for making her feel the way she felt.

"yesss..."

She whispered the words but they were barely audible. Mike heard it though. He could feel his balls tighten as his grip moved to her small round ass. He drove his fingers into her flesh as he squeezed her cheeks like a vice.

"OOOOOO..."

Mary was getting louder and she knew it. What was happening to her? Where was she?

"aaaa..."

Another moan escaped her lips as she could feel her knees buckle. She orgasmed all over him as his force increased. Her tits, although only a handfull, were slapped against the door because of the force of his thrusts.

"OOHHHHH..."

Another orgasm and this time she felt as if she were pushing back against him. Her body was begging for more. Her body wanted it harder and rougher. She was daydreaming. She was lost in thought. She pictured her daughter on her knees naked in front of this man begging to be used and abused. She had to save her.

"Your old hole has been needing a cock for soooo long. Hasn't it Mary?"

"yes..."

She wasn't aware of the words. They just left her mouth as though they wanted out. Mike reached up and grabbed her tits. He pushed his hands under her shirt and twisted her nipples. He yanked on them hard as he pushed the full length of his cock inside her. He was in her to his balls.


The Neighbor Ch. 01



It took Alan a bit of time to get adjusted to the new scenery, after the divorce he forced himself to move out of the Southern California "estate" and to a new home in a Midwestern small town. It didn't take long for him to find a teaching job at a private university nearby, and being new to the neighborhood was like getting a clean slate. 

The first week of living by himself he made it the top priority to go out and meet his neighbors, something that he had to force himself to do; being social just didn't come natural to him like it did others. The anti-social behavior didn't make sense to most people, who saw an extremely well-built, handsome, and educated man; his good looks came late in life. 

For the first year he had pretty much kept to himself, except for when he'd force himself to go out with his neighbors; he'd go to work, come home, grade some papers, rinse, and repeat. One particular Friday night Alan had just finished grading some exams from earlier in the week and found himself fall, for no apparent reason at all, into the darkest depths of loneliness. So, he went through the freezer and found a hidden bottle of whiskey, turned on the television, and plopped down there with no intention of moving until the following morning. 

A few commercials in, feeling buzzed, he got up to go take a piss. He absolutely loved his bathroom, the window next to the toilet gave him a perfect view of his neighbors' daughters' room, and although he felt guilty about it; he enjoyed watching them go about their more private activities. 

Both girls were taking his class, and doing quite well, and he enjoyed being able to talk to them throughout the day while the memories of them in their room played in his mind. 

The older sister, Naomi, was a gorgeous blond twenty year old who after an unsuccessful scholastic career at a larger, better known university; had been "asked" to leave. She decided to live at home while she took part time classes; which worked out great for middle-aged divorced men named Alan who have bathroom windows that view her side of the house. 

The younger sister, Mindy, was taller than her older sister; but was every bit as sexy; if not more, because she was a bit on the naïve side. That's not to say either sister was "easy," they seemed to be upstanding young women from what he could tell, but Mindy had just held a little tighter to her religious nature than her older sister. 

He moved the curtain a bit to the side to peak across the yard at his neighbors, it seemed like no one was home. 

Back in the living room, he heard a knock on the door, on the other side he found Mindy, dressed in her sports bra and short-shorts. 

"Hey Mr. Miller, can I use your phone?"

"Not a problem Mindy, what's going on?"

"I just got back from dance practice and I'm locked out."

"Thanks!"

With a smile she let herself in, moving by Alan. "Where's your phone?"

"Use the one in the kitchen, right inside the door."

While she did that, he grabbed the bottle of whiskey and decided to hide it, and sat back down on the couch. She came out after a few minutes.

"Any luck?" Asked Alan.

"No, Naomi's got her phone off; I guess she's at her boyfriend's place. Mom and Dad are camping this weekend. Do you mind if I just hang out here and keep trying my sister every few minutes?"

"Not a problem, I was just watching TV and grading some exams, hope you don't mind the discovery channel."

"Not at all; I'll just read a book." 

She sat down on the corner uncomfortably, something was digging into her back, she reached around and found the bottle of whiskey. 

"Grading papers huh? Well, I hope I didn't get a C because you were seeing cross-eyed."

"Oh, I don't drink when I'm grading, just when I'm here watching television."

She sat it on the coffee table and went to the kitchen.

"Where are your glasses?"

"You're not serious are you? I could get into some serious trouble if your parents knew you were drinking at my house."

"You'll tell on me? Your favorite student ever?" "Ha-ha. Alright, maybe just a few drinks, but don't tell anyone."

"I won't."

With that she sat back down on the couch without the glasses, picked up the bottle and took a swig. 

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I'd left my purse and keys inside the house when I left for practice, so when the girls dropped me off I was locked out. This day had been one thing after another, one of those days when nothing, not even the smallest detail, can go "your" way. I'd had enough, really. My sister was gone with Troy somewhere, my parents gone for the weekend; I really didn't have a choice. So I went over to professor Miller's house next door to see if I could get a hold of Naomi with his phone. As soon as he opened the door, the visions that I used to get in his class from time to time, came back in full force. My eyes glanced into his beautiful hazel eyes, and a short vision of me on all fours naked on his couch engulfed my senses. I could feel his large cock moving around inside me, and then sliding inside me further. 

The vision only lasted a millisecond, enough to make my pussy feel a shocking sensation as it moistened itself; it took all I had not to react to it, I didn't even stutter.

"Hey Mr. Miller, can I use your phone?"

As I walked by him, I could feel his heat emanating, my skin began to goose-bump in anticipation of his touch, but it never came. As he shut the door, his breath caught my neck, which sent me another vision: this time with my shorts around my ankles, one of his hands under my sports bra, he hungrily nibbled my chest between my breasts. I could feel the warmth of his hand as he massaged me, and pushed his tongue into my mouth.

I was dripping wet after that one, but still didn't skip a beat, "Where's your phone?"

I called Naomi, when she answered, my pussy lips parted on their own and it felt as though he was teasing me with his rigid cock; I had a slight orgasm. 

Aching now, I didn't really want to go home, so I told her "Hey, I got home okay. What time are you coming home?"

She said she wasn't, so I went back to the living room.

After finding the bottle of whiskey and sitting back down, I caught Mr. Miller glancing at my now hard tits, and then at the crotch of my shorts; I crossed my legs. I really wasn't sure what I wanted, I felt very conflicted. On the one hand, I'm a good girl and don't really do "those" sorts of things, but on the other; I've only had sex with one man before, and was really enjoying the excitement. 

I leaned back and made myself comfortable; he sat a bit closer saying something about "needing a better view of the T.V." I really wasn't paying much attention, I was focused on my aching clit, and the way those shorts felt when they'd bunch up in the middle. 

We kept trading swigs off the bottle, it took me a bit to realize how close he had been sitting next to me; sneaky bastard. He asked if I wanted to watch a movie as he ran his hand through my long hair, I said "sure." 

When he returned, I had unknowingly been teasing myself with my hands, I wouldn't have realized what I was doing if he hadn't said, "Hey, whatcha got there?"

I replied "Oh nothing," hoping he didn't see me with my hands in my shorts, but at the same time hoping he did. He slid a videocassette into the VCR, sat close to me again, and pressed the play button on the remote. 

The tattoo on Naomi's back just above her crack looked all black in the light of the living room, and was moving up and down, her moans and yelps of pleasure leaping out of her mouth, with an incoherent "Fuck me," following each sound she made. I was speechless. 

Mr. Miller's lips touched my neck as I watched my sister slide over his hard cock, I turned my head and told him no, by this time I was humping the air; but I told him "no" nonetheless, I was a good girl. His hand began sliding down my abdomen, my legs widened, his hand went down my shorts; middle finger teasing my clit and lips. I grabbed his hand, and tried to pull it away, but he was a lot stronger than me; so it caused him to push a bit harder, sliding two of his fingers deep into my soaking wet pussy.  

Fucking his hand and trying to get away at the same time, I finally pulled myself free, and stood up. I didn't know what to say to him, I was afraid if I said anything, my mouth would betray me and I'd beg him to fuck me; so I just started walking towards the television to turn off the sound of my sister coming all over his cock.  He was up in an instant, grabbed both my wrists from behind before I could make it all the way to the T.V., and pulled me down to the ground.  He was laying flat on my back, me on my stomach, I was reaching for the television's off button with my now free right hand, but while that was happening he was pulling down my shorts with his free hand.  My hand now on the entertainment center, I tried to wriggle free, but this only caused his massive head to slide inside me. I grabbed the corner of the entertainment center, used it as leverage to arch my back and hungrily force the rest of his cock inside me. I gasped as I felt my pussy constrict, wrap tightly around his dick, and begged him to fuck me, in unison with my sister on screen: "Fuck me, please."

Afterwards he didn't speak a word to me. He let me sleep on the couch until my sister got home in the morning. I haven't said anything to her about it, I just pretend that neither of us has had our professor. 



The Neighbor Ch. 01



It had all started innocently enough, and through my own silly neglect. The day had been warm, but it was too early in May to turn on the AC. Instead, I opened the windows and doors and went about my business of cleaning house. After a while, I realized I had not seen our dog, Jake, for quite sometime. I searched the house, a sinking feeling in my stomach, as my calls met with no response. I found the answer when I checked the back door. The screen had been pushed out! I became frantic, rushing out of the house and almost into the arms of the man coming up the walk. He had Jake in tow, thank god! He introduced himself as Steve as I took in his appearance. Jogging shorts, a muscle tee shirt, both of which he filled out quite nicely. Somewhere in his mid-thirties I gauged, several years younger than myself. Why that last thought popped into my head I couldn't imagine. He explained that he had been running when Jake began to follow. Fortunately, Jake wore a tag with out address. Steve had saved the day!

I invited him in for a glass of iced tea. As we talked he revealed that he was a widower with two children and they had just recently moved into the neighborhood. My heart went out to him and the thought that he had to raise those children alone. He finished his tea, refusing to accept any money as a reward, and left to resume his run. Thankfully, I was spared having to tell my husband about my negligence with Jake. With our own children grown and gone, Jake was like a child to us.

Over the course of the next week, I saw Steve out running daily. My thoughts turned a bit lascivious as I watched him. Truth be told, I had been having more and more such thoughts recently when I spied attractive men. I loved my husband dearly and we still made passionate love at least once or twice a week. But as I approached my fiftieth birthday, I began to realize this was probably as good as it would ever get, sexually.

The more I thought about it, the more I became infatuated with the new neighbor. One day, on a whim, I baked some cookies and took them over to his house. A belated housewarming present, I explained as he answered the door. He invited me in and introduced my to his children. Polite yet shy, they quickly took the cookies and disappeared into another room. Steve offered me coffee and we sat and chatted as we drank. Without realizing it, an hour had passed. I finally rose to leave, and he moved to get the door. Clumsily, I tripped over a toy in the middle of the floor, Steve instinctively reached out to steady me, and his hands grabbed my breasts. For a moment we both froze before he released his grip and apologized. It was an accident, I told him, don't be silly. Still, it had given me a quick thrill, that little twinge like an electric shock I get between my legs sometimes.

That night at dinner, I told my husband about our new neighbor. It was sad, I said, that he didn't seem to know anyone in the neighborhood. My husband suggested we invite them for dinner on Saturday. Such a great guy! I almost felt guilty for the thoughts I continued to have about Steve.

The next day I called Steve with the invitation. Bring the kids, I told him. My own children had yet to give me grandchildren, this would be good practice, I joked. Steve explained that the kids would be at their maternal grandparents that weekend, but that he would still love to come. It's a date, I told him, laughing foolishly. God! I was acting like a schoolgirl with a crush.

That night, my husband and I had tremendous sex! Of course I couldn't tell him it was partly due to my fantasies about the neighbor. Yet, somehow, my husband seemed to understand. Cuddling in the afterglow he asked if I wanted to spice things up a bit. After what we just did, I teased, you want to spice things up? He told me that he wanted me to experience things while we were still young enough to enjoy them. He had seen the way I looked at Steve when he would jog by. What would I think, he asked, about a threesome? He could tell my answer by the way my body reacted. Two men had always been my hottest fantasy, but I had never dared bring it up for fear my husband would think I didn't appreciate him. I rolled over and kissed him passionately, my hand finding his cock, which quickly sprang to life. This was something that hadn't happened in a while! Twice in one night, the second time being even better than the first! I think both of us were excited by the thought of Saturday night. Now the question was, would Steve be, as well?



The Neighbor Ch. 01



I first see her moving into the house next door and I am hit with just a little bit of jealousy. The jealousy comes from the fact that I know my husband would think she is hot. Even I think she is hot and I'm straight. As for me, I am not that hot, but I definitely get a lot of attention from the guys and I even catch a few women giving me looks.

My husband and I met in college and I guess what really attracted me to Jonas was that he was so much more mature than so many other guys in college. He had a plan and he informed me early on that. Even though he liked me a lot, he wasn't going to let our relationship get in the way of his schooling. He wanted to see me, but he didn't want it to be a distraction. That attitude may have turned most women off, but it proved to me that he valued his future. We married a year after he graduated.

We found a nice, little house to call home and lived a comfortably boring life for four years until Stephanie moved in next door. Jonas works in stock trade and is working a lot. I teach fifth grade at the local elementary school. 

I am home on summer break and working in my garden when the moving van pulls up next door. Behind the van comes a nice little Dodge Viper and out of that steps Stephanie. She is dressed casually for the move, but I can see right away that she is one of the people with plenty of money but not so much so that they live in mansions. She wears short shorts and a belly shirt. Her cleavage is clearly on display and I'm quite certain that the movers appreciate it, as they are young men.

I can see her flirting with them and the sunlight glinting off her belly button piercing, another thing that I instantly hate about her because I am too scared to do it to myself, even though I think it looks sexy. I stand up, dust myself off and begin the walk across the yard to her house.

"Hello," I say with an easy smile and outstretched hand. "I'm Megan Stilts."

I half expect her to look at me and laugh or scowl and say something nasty. Instead, she greets me with a warm smile and piercing blue eyes. Reaching out, she grasps my hand in her warm, soft grip and says, "Hi! I'm Stephanie. Stephanie Patrickson." 

I don't know why, but I feel more at ease with her than I initially thought I would have. We start talking, small talk mostly, and about ten minutes into the conversation I realize that I feel really comfortable talking with her. I like her, even though she is beautiful, and I want to get to know her better.

Before I leave to work some more in my garden, and let her get back to unpacking, I invite her over. I don't tell her any specific time, I just say that when she is all settled in and can find the time, to drop in and we would have a drink and get to know each other better. She graciously accepts and says that she doesn't expect to take too long unpacking because she doesn't have much stuff. 

She surprises me when she says, "Maybe I'll take you up on that drink tonight."

I go back to work in my garden and actually feel really good about my decision to go introduce myself. My attitude about her has changed in just the short time I chatted with her. 

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Later on in the evening, there is a knock on my door and when I open it, there she is. "Hi, is that offer of a drink still good?" she asks.

"Yeah, of course Stephanie, come on in," I say, stepping aside and motioning her in.

I open a bottle of wine and we settle down on the living room couch. She has changed her clothes since earlier and now wears a mini skirt and a tight white tank top with plenty of cleavage showing. 

"So, how did the move go?" I ask. 

"Ugh, I hate moving," she snaps, then giggles and takes a swig of her wine. "Oh that's good," she remarks and kicks off her pumps. "I love a glass or two of good wine after a long day."

"Mmmm, me too," I agree, taking a long swig from my glass. 

"So you said you were married earlier. Where's your husband?" 

"Oh, he's away on business. He's into stock trading and what not and he has to work all different hours."

"Really? That must suck big time," she says, then after another sip of wine she adds, "Well, unless of course you're getting a little something on the side." She gives me a sideways glance and raises an eyebrow.

"What? No I don't. I don't do that," I say when I realize that she is talking about an affair. "I would never cheat on Jonas."

She laughs loudly and puts her hand on my leg, just above my knee. "I was just fucking with you Megan. Don't get your panties all up in a bunch now." She leaves her hand on my leg a little longer than is necessary and gives me a squeeze before pulling it back. I don't think too much of it. 

The conversation goes on and one glass of wine turns into two, then three and we are both feeling it quite a bit. It is easy talking with her and when the subject eventually makes its way around to sex, well we don't hold back there either. She asks me some pretty personal things and I am a little too drunk to even care. We talk about fetishes and a bit about BDSM and a few other kinks. I tell her that I would never suggest it to my husband because he just wouldn't understand. "He thinks that stuff only happens in porn movies and with perverted people. He's pretty straight laced when it comes to sex, you know."

"Wow, I guess so. How do you deal with that?" Stephanie asks, as if I must have a problem with it.

"Oh, I don't mind." 

Shaking her head in disbelief, Stephanie asks, "So neighbor," slurring her words a bit, "ever done it with a woman before?"

That question should put me on the defensive, but being a bit tipsy, it sails right over my head. "No," I say, my head feeling rather swollen for some reason. "I'm not a lesbian." For some reason I think this is funny and I burst out laughing.

Stephanie watches me laughing and when I quiet down she says, "You should try it sometime. It's fucking awesome."

Now I have a raised eyebrow as I look at her and say, "No fucking way. You're a lesbian?"

"Well, let's just say I have experience going both ways," she answers. Then she slides over next to me, her hand is back on my leg, but this time it is way up on my thigh. "I could teach you a few things you know."

Alarm bells are going off in my head and I must look like a deer caught in the headlights as I stammer out, "Ahhh..." but before I can make a legible response, she starts laughing and moves back to the other side of the couch.

"You should see your face right now," she giggles, then makes a pronounced surprised face to imitate what I just looked like as she sets her glass aside on the end table next to the arm of the sofa.

"Holy shit Stephanie, I thought you were serious for a second there," I say with relief. 

"No, I was just fucking with you again. You are way too easy Megan," she observes and then adds, "I need to use your toilet before I piss myself." 

"Oh, yeah um..." I point down the hallway and say, "Third door on the right."

She starts to stand and tilts unsteadily, reaches out blindly and winds up falling back onto the sofa. "Shit, I think I drank too much," she says and giggles again. This time when she laughs she puts her hand down in her crotch and squeezes her legs together. "Oh shit, I'm going to piss myself." 

I can see that she is in trouble so I stand up to help her. I am very unsteady myself after, I think it was three glasses of wine, and I have to wait a second or two until the room stops moving. I take her hand and help her to her feet and we lean against each other as we make our way down the hallway to the bathroom. Once inside with the light on, I help her to the toilet and say, "You think you can manage from here?"

She leans on the side of the sink and starts to work the top button on her skirt. The fly is three buttons and I can see that she doesn't have the dexterity needed to undo just one let alone all three. "Screw it!" she says and tries to reach up under her skirt to move her panties. This turns out to be a difficult task for a drunk girl to. Finally, she looks up at me and says, "Megan, you need to pull my panties down for me. I'm going to fall over and I need to piss now."

I can see that she is desperate and I don't want to have to clean up a puddle of piss off my floor, so I get down on my knees behind her and reach up under her skirt. It is a surreal feeling to be doing what I am doing, but I am not looking at it like it is a sexual act. Her skirt is tight, so I have to really cram my fingers up there searching by feel for the waistband of her panties. It takes me a few seconds to realize that my hands are on her skin, so I peek up under and see that she is wearing a thong. 

I've never worn a thong before because I've always thought that they looked incredibly uncomfortable and this one is no exception. The thin piece of cloth between her legs is wedged deep into her slit and I notice three things right away. First, she is shaved bare down here. Second, is the thickness of her pussy lips, which completely concealed the thin strap of thong material. And third is her smell, which I can only describe as womanly, earthy and very sweet. The smell is what really gets to me I think. I have always been turned on by my own smell, especially at the end of the day or when I am sexually excited. 

When I see the thong and smell the odor of her pussy, I momentarily forget what I am doing down here and sort of just sit here for a few seconds, staring at her fragrant pussy. "Hey, what are you doing? I'm going to piss myself!" Stephanie blurts, waking me from my daydream.

"Oh, sorry," I mumble and then use my finger to hook the thin strap that goes down between her ass cheeks and pull. It is really wedged deep and it takes quite a tug from me to dislodge it. My finger slides down as it comes from between her ass cheeks, then it pushes apart her thick lips and pops out. As my finger reaches the lowest part of her thong, the thinnest piece of material, I notice it is soaked. I tug down and feel the material stretch, then rip. "Oh shit!" I exclaim.

Stephanie just quickly plops herself down on the toilet and begins peeing forcefully, sighing loudly as she empties her bladder. "You nearly got wet Megan," she says and I see a bead of sweat on her forehead, probably from straining to hold her urine. Speaking of urine, as soon as she starts peeing, the smell of her urine fills the bathroom. So much for the lovely smell that was emanating from her earlier. 

It is at that time, listening to her pee spraying into the bowl, that I realize I have to go just as badly. I think it's one of those mind tricks, like whenever I hear water running, I have to pee. After drinking so much wine, I have to pee desperately. "Hurry, I need to pee now," I tell her, suddenly feeling the need to squeeze my own legs together.

Stephanie finds this hilarious and burst out laughing while still sitting and peeing and that makes me start to laugh too. "Don't make me laugh," I stammer. The need to release is suddenly worse than moments ago. 

Then, she does something totally unexpected. While sitting on my toilet peeing, she reaches her hand up to the inside of my thigh, just below the hem of my shorts, and slides her fingers up to my crotch. "I'll help you hold it," She says, still laughing like a wild woman.

Unfortunately, her putting her hand up inside my shorts doesn't help me. It is such a shock that I actually lose my concentration for a few seconds and start to pee in my shorts. I feel the heat spread and see the look of shock from Stephanie as her hand gets wet. She laughs even harder. I am now doing the pee dance and yell, "Move it!" while I am undoing my own shorts. I have better luck than she did and without waiting another second, I push both my shorts and underwear down. At this point, modesty is out the door.

"Quick, I've got to go bad!" I yell, bending at the knees and squeezing my thighs together as tight as I can. A few more drops roll down my legs as I feel the dam getting ready to burst.

Still laughing like an idiot, Stephanie says, "You'll have to pee between my legs, I can't get up." She sits back up against the tank and spreads her legs wide.

I see the toilet bowl between her legs and my body just takes over. Without really thinking about it, I kick off my panties and sit down. With Stephanie behind me, I don't have much room on the front of the toilet, but I am sure I have enough and then Stephanie wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me back tightly against her.

If I had wanted to hold my urine any longer, I wouldn't have been able to when Stephanie hugs me like this. The pressure on my full bladder is too great and I let loose with a powerful spray that just clears the inner lip of the toilet seat. The relief is so great that I soon find myself laughing right along with Stephanie as I empty myself.

When my stream has finally stopped, I feel shame and embarrassment at what I have just done. I try to get up, but Stephanie holds me tight. "Don't forget to wipe," she whispers in my ear before running her hand down through my still dripping pussy.

I don't know what goes through my mind at this point. I think I am too shocked to even think, but I just gasp and freeze while her fingers find my pussy and slide inside. Finally, I am able to say, "Stephanie, what the fuck are you doing?"

She sucks my earlobe for a few seconds, drawing another gasp and then says, "I'm fingering you silly."

"But why?" I ask a bit perturbed. I grasp her wrists and try pulling her hands away from me.

"Just relax and let me make you feel good," she answers, the middle finger of her right hand buries knuckle deep in my pussy. 

"Uhh, but I can't. I'm not a lesbian Stephanie and I'm married," I whisper the last half of the sentence as if my husband were home and I am worried that he might hear me, even though the house is empty.

"It won't make you a lesbian Megan. Just think of it as masturbation, but with a little bit of help."

Now that I think about it, for someone who is so drunk that she couldn't walk to the bathroom with assistance, she is remarkably lucid all of a sudden. I should have realized that, but I am too flustered and just a bit turned on. I know I said that I am straight and I don't want to have sex with Stephanie and I really don't, but it feels good.

My mind is still muddled from the wine and I am trying figure out how to handle the situation when all of a sudden I just start giggling. I really don't know why or what I think is funny, but once I start, I can't stop. I guess that it is just the ridiculousness of the whole situation. Here we were, spooning on the open toilet, the strong smell of urine emanating throughout the bathroom and Stephanie reaching around me and shoving her fingers into my pussy. I am nude from the waist down while Stephanie is still in her short skirt and her busted thong straps hanging down. Whether I am laughing because of the crazy situation or the stress of being molested by a woman, I don't know.

I laugh until tears fall from my eyes and the next thing I know, Stephanie pulls her finger out of my pussy and brings it up to my mouth. "Clean the piss off my finger," she says and before I know what is happening, she shoves her middle finger into my mouth.

I taste my thick pussy juices mixed with the unmistakable biting bitterness of urine. I was shocked when she had started to finger me, but now I am disgusted that she would shove her finger into my mouth, even if it is my own urine. I nearly bite her, but right when I feel my anger about to bubble over, she says something to me that stops me.

"Be a good little slave and you'll be rewarded."

With this one sentence I freeze with my mouth gently closed around her finger. My body has become stiff as a board and I forget to breathe while her chilling words echo through my head. She called me slave and something snaps inside my head. 

"Stephanie?" I ask around her finger, making it sound like a two year old learning talk.

She shushes me then whispers into my ear, which I find so erotic for some reason. "No talking, just suck my finger." When I don't move for a second, she raises her voice just a bit and says, "Do it now!" while she pinches my pussy lips with her free hand. The pain jump starts me into action. I suck in my breath and immediately begin sucking and licking her finger. "That's a good little bitch. Suck it all clean," she coos in my ear again, making me melt. She called me bitch. Normally, that would deserve a slap, but instead I feel a tremor travel up my spine and I moan. I have become a quivering mass of jelly in her arms. What is wrong with me?

After she has painfully pinched my pussy and gets me to start sucking her finger, she begins to rub her hand up and down my pussy. I am still sucking her other finger when she says, "You want to be my slave, don't you?" I let her move my head up and down in a nodding motion. At this moment, I really do want it. She then says, "Good girl. You'll make a good slave. Now stand up."

She pulls her fingers out of my mouth and pussy and pushes me forward. As I stand up, she holds my hips so I can't turn around. She slides one hand up on my lower back and says, "Bend over, I want a good look at that ass." It is wrong and I know it is wrong, but I let it happen. I bend forward at the waist and spread my legs apart when she begins spanking my inner thighs and says, "Spread them." I have no idea what to expect, but at this moment, I think I am more turned on than ever before.

I close my eyes, feeling much more sober now, and shiver in anticipation. Of what, I don't know, but I believe that I am ready for anything. I feel her hand back at my pussy, my wet, dripping pussy, and it isn't dripping wet from urine anymore, it is wet from pure excitement. She rubs her hand back and forth, squishing noisily through my lips and drawing a hushed moan from deep in my throat.

"Pick up your underwear slave," she orders from behind me. I reach down with my left hand, but before I can grab them, she stops me. "No. Pick them up with your mouth."

From my vantage point I can see that they are really soaked with my pee and I balk at her order. "But they are soaked in pee," I say.

I feel the back of my hair being grabbed roughly and my head is yanked back, at the same time the fingers playing in my pussy suddenly pull away and loud stinging slaps began to rain down on my ass cheeks. "That wasn't a request slave!" she shouts. "Now be a good slave and pick them up!"

I don't know why, but I do what she wants. I have to get down on my knees to do it and when I get down I can smell my urine in them. I try to pick them up with my teeth at the very top by the waist elastic, but the way they have dropped to the floor leaves the wet crotch part sticking up. I think that maybe I can flip them over with my chin or nose, but when Stephanie sees what I am trying to do she shouts, "Hurry up!" and pushes my face down into them.

As gross as it is to have my face pushed into my panties, the effect that Stephanie's dominating attitude is having on me is hard to ignore. I am living out one of my most secret fantasies. The fact that it is a woman who is dominating me instead of a man seems to add to the excitement for some reason. I think it is the taboo nature of it that really gets to me.

I open my mouth and clamp my lips down on the wet material, then wait for Stephanie to release me so I can pick them up. When I do, she makes me stay on my hands and knees with my soiled underwear hanging from my mouth. The smell is really strong and even though I try not to taste anything, the bitterness soon permeates my mouth.

I see Stephanie's hand reach down underneath my mouth and tug the panties, so I open up so she can take them, but instead she starts pushing them all the way into my mouth. I thought the taste couldn't get any worse, but I am so wrong. The taste of urine explodes in my mouth and I gag as I involuntarily swallow. I manage to suppress my gag reflex and not puke all over the place while Stephanie manages to stuff my entire panty in my mouth. I am whining like a sad puppy, but my pussy is dripping wet with excitement.




The Neighbor Ch. 01



While I am kneeling here, munching on my panties, my peripheral vision catches sight of something dropping next to me where Stephanie is standing. I glance over to see her skirt and torn thong on the floor at her feet. She kicks them aside then drops her top. A shiver goes up my spine as I realize that she is standing next to me totally naked. 

"Do those pissy panties taste good slave?" Stephanie ask. "You were a naughty girl you know. You ruined my thong then pissed in your pants. Only a naughty girl would do that. Do you know what happens to naughty girls? They get punished, that's what." She is walking around me while she berates me. "Since your husband is away, I guess I'll have to be the one who doles out the punishment to you."

She has this amazing sense of authority as she walks around me. I feel like I am back in school getting bitched out by the principal. I hated it, but I loved it too. 

"So here's what's going to happen," she continues. "First, you will need to pay me back for ruining my thong. The price will be paid for by your tongue. You will use your tongue to please me. I will decide when you have paid me enough. Second, you will need to be punished for pissing yourself like a child. For that, I will have to spank your bare bottom. I'll decide how many spankings you deserve after you finish paying me back. When your punishment is complete, I'll decide if you get to cum or not. Am I making myself perfectly clear slave?"

My mind is reeling as Stephanie kneel down in front of me and says, "Spit out those panties." I am more than happy to obey this order. When they are out of my mouth, the aftertaste hits my stomach. It is pretty bad, but I am so glad to have them out of my mouth. She spins around and plants her ass on the floor in front of me, then spread her legs wide open. I am looking down into hairless pussy and I can't help but think that it looks beautiful. I also can't deny the fact that my mouth begins to water. It almost seems like I want to do it.

"You've never eaten a pussy before, have you?" she asks and I shake my head no. "Go on, get down there and smell it."

I do what she asks and slowly, haltingly lower my face down until I am maybe an inch from her pussy and take a deep breath, filling my lungs with her sexy scent. It is an intoxicating smell and it turns me on even more than I would have thought possible. I feel her hand on my head, gently caressing me and her fingers entangling themselves in my hair. Her caress is like that of a lover and for the moment that's what I feel like she and I are, but the moment doesn't last long.

I am enjoying the smell of her pussy and the calming feeling of her playing with my hair when all of a sudden she closes her fist around a clump of hair and roughly pulls my face into her crotch. My mouth clamps shut instinctively, even though my hair is getting yanked somewhat painfully. I yelp. I know that she has already told me that I am going to have to lick her, but it is still a shock getting my face pushed into it. The feel of her pussy on my face is kind of what I expected. It is soft and hot, wet and silky, creamy and fragrant. It is, in a word, lovely. I am not supposed to like pussy, but in this moment, I do like it and I want to taste it.

I tentatively stick out my tongue and am rewarded with the most wonderful taste. Her taste is different from my taste, but not that different. It is perfect and I begin to lick her all over. The grip on my hair loosens and once more becomes caressing as I go to work licking pussy for the first time in my life. I wonder what Jonas would say if he walked in right now and I almost laugh out loud at the thought of what his face would look like. 

I am licking pussy and enjoying it, but there is still a little problem with my conscience. I feel really bad about myself for being so weak, for cheating and for doing immoral things. In fact, I feel so guilty about what I am doing that I stop licking for a few seconds and start to sit up. "I can't do this," I say as I begin to pull away.

Stephanie thinks that I can do it and she isn't about to let me stop. Her hand instantly grips into my hair again and she growls at me. "Don't you fucking stop now," she snaps, then pulls me back down into her saying, "I'll tell you when you are done."

I am not really scared of Stephanie, that's not why I let her dominate me, but she takes control and I have to decide whether to allow it or not. I choose to allow it and play my part. I start licking her again, deciding at this moment that I am going to go all the way. I will play the part of the good little slave and enjoy it as much as I can. 

The more I lick her, the easier it becomes and the more I become turned on. Stephanie starts to moan and her breathing picks up until she is huffing. I really don't know how long I am down here licking away at her sweet pussy, but I know that my mouth is getting sore and my tongue is tired by the time she begins to cum.

There is no question about it when she starts to cum either. Her thighs clamp tightly together, pinching my head in grip. Even though my ears are plugged by her muscular thighs, I can hear her wailing. But the most obvious part is that her pussy gushes as a squirt of creamy fluid enters my mouth. With no way to pull my head away, I have no option but to swallow. There isn't a huge amount though and I don't really mind.

After what I figure must have been a powerful orgasm, Stephanie's legs go limp and she pushes me back. Her face has that freshly fucked look on it and I feel a measure of pride in the knowledge that I caused that look. As for my face, I stand up and look in the mirror and have to stifle a giggle. My chin, cheeks and nose look like a freshly dipped honey glazed donut. I reach down to the sink and turn on the water, intending to wash myself, but Stephanie stops me.

"Hey, don't wash that off," she snaps, then adds, "I want you to let my juices dry on your face. I want you to smell my pussy all night long."

I leave the water running as I look back at her still lying on my bathroom floor, her now messy looking pussy still spread wide open. She can't seriously think that I will go to bed without washing my face, but I decide to go ahead and play along for a little while longer, after all, I am still horny. I nod my head, then reach around and shut off the water.

"That's a good little slave," she says with a smile. "Now, let's go somewhere more comfortable so you can get the second part of your punishment."

I shiver in anticipation at what is to come. I've never really been spanked before. I help Stephanie up from the floor and she seems to be more steady now. She leads the way back into the living room and tells me to lay face down across the arm of the couch, so that my ass is in the air and easy for her to reach. I am prickly with excitement or maybe it is a result of the wine, but I do as I am told.

"For pissing in your panties you get twenty-five swats on the ass," Stephanie announces. "Do you have anything to say for yourself before your punishment begins?"

My mind goes blank as I am thinking about how silly she is being. It strikes me as funny, so I think that a funny comeback is appropriate. Unfortunately, I can't think of a funny comeback, so I just say, "No." The words barely pass my lips when Stephanie hauls off and smacks my ass. I squeal, more from the surprise than from actual pain.

"Count them off, out loud," Stephanie orders and I blurt out "One," with a whine.

She lays her hand on my ass and says, "No, it's one mistress and I want you to thank me after each spank. After all, it's for your own good." While her hand is on my ass, she is slowly caressing me. "Now, we start over at one," she says and another stinging slap hits me.

"One mistress, thank you," I blurt, then another quick slap and another "Two mistress, thank you." And another and another and so on. Each time she spanks me I yell a little bit louder and quickly shout out the number and then thank her. By the time she reaches ten, I am squirming and my ass feels hot. When she reaches twenty, I have tears running down my face and my voice is cracking. Finally, the final blow lands and I mumble what I am supposed to.

Before I can get off the overstuffed arm of the sofa, I feel Stephanie slide her hand down the crack of my ass and into my pussy. To say I am wet would be an understatement and I feel her fingers slide effortlessly into me. "Such a wet little slut you are slave. This naughty pussy of yours is just dripping. Do you like getting your ass spanked? Only horny sluts like to have their asses spanked. You must be a horny slut."

Stephanie seems to know exactly what to say to push my buttons and turn me on. I can't believe that a woman was getting me this horny and I don't remember the last time I was this horny. I need to cum and at this moment I am not above begging for it. "Please Stephanie, I need..." I never get the next word out because she slaps my ass again.

"You call me mistress," she orders.

I probably should be angry with her for being so presumptuous, but I had told her that I got off on this stuff and I really do want to continue, so I say, "Please mistress, I want to..." I want to say that I need to cum. I am so horny that I think I am going to go crazy if I don't cum, but it is hard for me to say it.

"You want what?" 

I am trembling with my need. "Please, let me cum," I finally say. 

"Stand up," Stephanie orders. I stand up and rub my sore ass. "Take off your top. I want to see your whole body." I take off my top and bra and stand naked in front of my new next door neighbor. "You want to cum?" she asks me.

"Yes," I whine. 

I can feel a drop of my juices slowly meandering its way down the inside of my thigh. It itches so I move my hand to wipe at it and she yells at me. "Keep your fucking hands away from that dirty pussy or I'll tie you up and leave you like that all fucking night." 

My hands drop back to my sides, but I clamp my legs together tightly to stop the irritating feeling. 

"If you want to cum, you'll have to pledge your allegiance to me. You'll have to agree to be my personal sex slave. You'll have to agree to call me mistress. Agree to these demands and I'll give you the best orgasm that you have ever had."

Well she sure has a lot of nerve. I mean this is my house and all I have to do is kick her out, lock the door and masturbate my way to an orgasm. "I agree mistress," I reply, my knees shaking from nerves. Then I realize that I won't be able to do what she wants, I'm a married woman after all. So I try to reason with her. "But when my husband comes home, I can't."

"Ah yes, you are married aren't you? Well, in that case, you'll have to be very careful. Tell me slave, what do you think your husband would do if he found out what you were doing right now? Would he be angry with you, or would he be turned on?"

I think about it for a few seconds, wondering exactly what Jonas would do. He is a man after all and like all men has fantasies, so maybe he would be angry at first but then when he thought about it, he would be turned on enough to. To what? Allow us to continue? Ask to join us for a threesome? Somehow I don't think so. I know Jonas well enough to know that he wouldn't get over it. Some guys might, but not Jonas, he is too traditional to allow it. 

I look Stephanie in the eye and say, "I think he would leave me and probably file for divorce. He loves me, but I don't think he could forgive me if he found out."

"We'll have to make sure that he doesn't find out then. You can keep a secret can't you?"

"I don't know, I guess so," I haltingly answer. In truth, I am a terrible liar and keeping a secret is not my strong suit, but my marriage depends on it, so I will do it.

"Good. So, you want to cum then, right?"

"Yes mistress."

"Sit down and spread your legs." 

I gingerly sit down, wincing in pain and moaning. Stephanie walks seductively toward me and ends with one foot on the sofa between my legs, her knee in front of my face. "If you want me to allow you to cum, you must beg for it," she says. 

I swallow hard, my eyes following her thigh and landing on her pussy. "Please mistress, will you help me cum?"

"You can do a lot better than that."

"Please, I need it so bad mistress. I'm so horny. Please help me." 

"Tell me how much of a slut you are. Tell me about how wet your dirty pussy is."

"I'm such a slut mistress and my pussy is so wet. Please mistress, I need it so bad."

"Put your fingers in your pussy slut and tell me how wet your pussy is."

I slide two fingers deep into my silky hot pussy. "It's dripping wet mistress. I'm soaked." And it isn't a lie. 

"Take your fingers out and put them in your mouth."

My fingers make a squelching noise when I pull them out and when I bring them up to look at them they are coated in a milky white cream. If I wasn't so horny, I probably would think it is disgusting, but instead my mouth waters and I quickly shove both fingers in and lick the sticky mess off. I had already had pissy panties and Stephanie's pussy lips in my mouth, what is so bad about my own pussy juices?

Stephanie kneels down in front of me then leans her face in close to my heated pussy. I am sure that she is going to finally lick me, but she puts her nose in close and breathes in loudly. "Mmmm, I love the smell of horny pussy," she says looking up at me and winking. At the same moment I think she is the most beautiful, sexy vixen on the planet and I want her so badly. I watch her smile, open her mouth and stick her long tongue out. My whole body is trembling from excitement as the tip of her tongue grazes my lips. Forgetting about my sore posterior, I slide forward in an attempt to push my pussy onto her tongue, but she backs up then wags her finger at me, telling me not to do that.

I sit still and wait for Stephanie to move forward again and begin licking me. She is taking her sweet time and obviously enjoying making me sweat. I so want to grab her hair and yank her into my pussy like she did to me, but that would completely blow the whole submissive vibe I have going and I am kind of liking it. 

When she finally starts to lick me again, I hold my breath as she slowly pushes me closer to orgasm. Then she stops again, making me whimper and I have to control the urge to snap at her.

"What do you have for toys?" she asks me.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I honestly am taken by surprise when she asks that and don't know what she is asking.

"Vibrators, dildos, double dongs, anal plugs, butterflies, rabbits, bullets, what do you have for toys?" 

"Oh, uh well I..." I am rather embarrassed to show her. I can feel my face turning red as I blush furiously.

"You do have at least a fucking vibrator don't you?" she asks, seeming aggravated that I am not answering her.

"Um I..." I am flustered and my shame is evident on my face.

Stephanie stands up and walks away down the hall. I sit up in confusion, wondering if I have done something to piss her off. I watch as she swings open the spare room door, flips on the light, then shuts it off and moves on to the next door which is the master bedroom. She swings the door open, flips on the light and walks into the room. At this point I quickly jump to my feet and rush down the hallway to my bedroom.

As I go around the corner into my room, Stephanie is going through my husband's dresser, pawing through the top drawer. "What are you doing?" I yelp and rush around the bed to pull her away. 

Stephanie spins around just before I can get to her and puts her finger up in front of my face. "I asked you a question and I'm still waiting for an answer. If you can't show me where you keep your toys, I'll dig around until I find them." She turns back to the dresser and opens the second drawer.

"Wait, I'll get it," I say. I can't let her disturb my husband's things any more than she already has. He is the type of person to notice things are moved around. I go over to my closet, open the door and turn on the light overhead. Then I reach up to the top shelf and take down a shoe box that is in front, to expose a metal lock box out behind, which I have to stand on my tiptoes reach. I pull the lock box down, put the shoe box back, shut the light and close the door. When I turn back to Stephanie, she is staring at me with wide eyes.

"You seriously keep your toys locked up in the back of your closet?" she asks incredulously. 

I don't answer Stephanie. I just get the key from my nightstand and unlock the box. Once it is unlocked, I push it over so she can open it. As Stephanie takes the box and opens it, I see the corners of her mouth curl up and her eyebrows arch. She reaches in and pulls out the pink dildo. It is seven inches long and made of a soft jelly and shaped like a cock with a big set of balls. She swings it around for a few seconds before tossing it aside and reaching back in for the next item, a small but powerful vibrator. She turns it on but nothing happen because I have never inserted the batteries.

Setting the vibrator aside, Stephanie then reaches for the last toy in the box. This one is the most embarrassing one of all and when she picks it up, she has a big grin on her face. It is a beaded anal probe, with gradually increasing bead size, from very small on the end to very large on the bottom, followed by a large ring so you can pull the thing back out. 

"Oh we are going to have fun with these," she says, setting the anal vibrator with the others. The batteries to the toys are in the box and she dumps them out before putting the now empty box on my nightstand. "Put the batteries in slave," Stephanie orders and as I begin doing this, she starts looking around my bedroom. 

I am eyeing her as she goes to my closet, opens the door and turns on the light. Two robes hang from a hook on the inside of the door and she yanks out the belts from both. She shuts off the light and moves to the other dresser in the room, which is mine. 

"What are you looking for mistress?" I ask as she opens the top drawer and begins pawing through my stuff. I hate that she is snooping through my private things, even if it is only my underwear and bras. I have to fight the urge to go pull her away and tell her to leave. In a very short time since I met her, she is learning secrets about me that my husband doesn't even know.

"You'll know when I find it," she answers, shutting the top drawer and pulling open the second. In that drawer she finds what she is looking for, pantyhose. Being a teacher, I often wear pantyhose under my dresses or skirts when it is warm. Stephanie pulls out two pairs of pantyhose, closes the drawer and joins me back at the bed. 

"Good slave. Now, lie down on the bed and put your arms up over your head," Stephanie says. She is holding the belt to my robe and I am a bit concerned, having never been tied up before. In all reality, I don't know anything about this woman and letting her tie me up could prove detrimental to my health.

Whispering my concern I ask, "Is this really necessary?"

"It is if you want me to let you cum."

Strangely enough I feel that I can trust her so I lay back and allow her to tie my wrists together, then to the headboard. I never really thought that she would know so much about knots, so I am surprised when she finishes tying and I cannot for the life of me get my hands free.

I assume that she is next going to tie my feet down at the foot of the bed, but I am so wrong about that. She does tie my feet, but not to the foot of the bed. She begins by putting the crotch of one pair of pantyhose under my left ankle and wrapping both legs once around. She then lifts my leg up, causing me to lift my right leg up also, and wraps the leg ends several times around the head board, ending by tying it expertly.




The Neighbor Ch. 01



Stephanie moves over to my right foot and repeats the process so that I am basically folded in half on my bed. I am now on my back, totally naked, my arms and legs are tied up above my head, so my ass and pussy are sticking right up in the air. I am looking between my breasts at my pussy which is just inches from my nose. It is very uncomfortable, but not so bad when Stephanie slides a folded pillow under my lower back. 

Now that I am completely at her mercy, Stephanie can have her fun. She comes up on the bed and peers at me between my legs. "I hope you're ready for the best fucking orgasm of your life slave," she says and I shiver in anticipation. 

Stephanie reaches down to where the toys are and holds up the anal beads. I have never had anything in my ass before and am worried, but Stephanie knows what she is doing. She slides the jelly beads back and forth over my soaked pussy until it is coated with my pussy juices, then begins to ease it into my ass. I close my eyes and clench my teeth as she pops the first bead in, then the second and the third. By the third bead, I am starting to sweat and I think Stephanie notices me struggling because she stops at three and lets the rest of the toy hang out of my ass. I open my eyes again to see that there is still about six ever larger beads left.

Next she picks up the pink dildo with balls and slaps it down on my pussy, causing me to cry out and lurch my body. It doesn't actually hurt because I am so horny right now that it almost sends me into spasms. Stephanie slides the dildo all around my sensitive pussy, pushing me so close but never quite hitting the spot that will set me off. "Have you ever had this inside you?" she asks me, but I think she knows the answer before I can shake my head indicating that I haven't. "Well then, it's about time that you see what it's like."

I haven't thought that I would like to have something so thick and long being shoved inside of me, but I am hornier than I have ever been in my life and I trust Stephanie to help me cum, no matter what it takes. I watch as she places the tip of the pink gel cock against my pussy and begin to slide it in. Amazingly, I am so wet that there is no discomfort at all. In fact, I am so ready for it that I am trying to push myself up so it will go in quicker. It feels so good and I feel fuller than I've ever felt before when the balls hit.

While I am getting used to the feeling, Stephanie pushes another couple of balls into my ass. It doesn't hurt, not like I am expecting, but it feels kind of uncomfortable going in and it makes my pussy clench around the dildo. I moan and beg her to stop, but I really don't want her to stop, just go slow. I don't think I can take much more stimulation, but Stephanie is certain that I can and when I heard the buzzing sound from the vibrator, I shiver and moan. She touches the humming toy to my tailbone and slides it slowly up between the cheeks of my ass until she touches it to the anal beads. The powerful toy sends prickling vibrations through the beads that are deep inside my ass and I think I am going to go crazy from the sensation alone. 

While I am going crazy over the new sensations inside my ass, Stephanie uses the moment to shove in two more beads, leaving just the largest two still sticking out. I know that I make some noise when she does it. The next thing I know, Stephanie is putting the vibrator on the base of the molded balls of the dildo in my pussy. The vibrations going deep into my pussy are divine and I am cooing and sweating. I want nothing more than to cum and it won't take very much.

As Stephanie makes the dildo vibrate inside me, she starts to wiggle the beads around. It gives me fits because I have never known how much pleasure I could get from ass play. It feels so good that I am hardly even aware when she pushes the second to last bead inside me, leaving the largest one and the ring still outside.

I look up at Stephanie and see that she is staring into my eyes, a wicked smile on her face. "So slave, tell me how badly you need to cum," she says. 

"Please mistress, please allow your pathetic slave to cum. I need it so fucking bad," I whine and I really do feel pathetic, but I don't care at the moment. I don't care how ridiculous I must look. I don't care that I am cheating on my husband with a virtual stranger and a woman at that. I just want to cum and I will beg and grovel and promise her the moon if she will just finish me off.

"Promise me that you'll always be my slave."

"I will, I'll always be your slave. I promise mistress."

I must look quite a mess at this point. Probably like a wild animal with matted hair, wide wild eyes, flaring nostrils and gritted teeth. I watch as Stephanie lifts the vibrator off the dildo and brings it between my spread legs, holding it just away from my clit. "Okay slave, time to cum," she whispers and places the vibrator on my clit.

The effect is instantaneous. I scream as all the muscles in my body seem to lock up and my pussy tightens up so much that it pushes the dildo up and out. Stephanie grabs the ring at the end of the anal beads and begins pulling each bead out one at a time, each one causing my pussy to clench and prolong the most intense, insane orgasm that I have ever had. My eyes lose focus as I become one giant ball of orgasmic energy. It is such an intense, mind blowing release that it is almost painful, but in a good way. I don't think that people are supposed to cum this hard.

I don't know how long the orgasm lasts because at some point I black out. I am so out of it that I don't even realize that Stephanie is untying me. When I come to, she is lying beside me, holding me like a lover. As I turn to look at her, she leans in and kisses me tenderly on the lips, her tongue slipping between my lips momentarily before she pulls back and smiles.

"Welcome back beautiful. Did you have a good nap?" she asks. Her face is still a bit out of focus to my eyes.

"How long was I out?" I mumble.

"About ten minutes. I thought I was going to have to perform mouth to mouth, but that wouldn't have been too bad."

"Oh my god, that was..." I have no words that are grand enough to describe what she had done to me. "Incredible," I finally finish.

"Yes it was, I've never seen anyone cum that hard before."

I feel a wetness on my face and chest and reach up to touch some clear fluid. I think for a moment that she had drooled on me or something. The confused look on my face is question enough for Stephanie.

"That was from you. Have you ever squirted before today?" she asks me.

I truly have no idea what she is talking about. "What do you mean by squirted?" I inquire back.

"From your pussy," she responds "I've only made one other woman squirt, but nowhere near as much as what you did. You might want to look at the wall behind you."

I glance up, then sit up and turn around so I can see what she is talking about. It looks a bit like someone has sprayed a line of water up the wall. There is even a few drops on the ceiling.

"What the hell happened?" I demand, all thoughts of the whole mistress/slave thing forgotten for the time being.

"You came like a fucking fountain is what happened. When I started to pull the anal beads out of your ass, your pussy started spraying. Like I said, I've never seen anything quite like it before. It was the most erotic thing I've ever seen in my life."

The drops that are on me are now running down my naked body and I scoop some up on my fingers so I can smell it. It is obvious that it isn't urine from the look and the smell, but I have never seen it before and am intrigued.

"You might want to wash the wall. Explaining that stain to your husband could be difficult," Stephanie states. Then she climbs out of bed and says, "But first, I want you in the shower right now. I always wash my playthings when I finish with them for the day." She has a sexy smirk on her face when she says this and I realize that she is talking about me. I am her new plaything.

I know that I should get a washcloth and scrub the wall down right away, but instead I nod and say, "Yes mistress." Then I proceed to follow her chiseled ass out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.

Walking proves difficult because my legs are so wobbly and weak, but when I step into the shower and feel the refreshing spray cascade over my body, it revives me and strengthens me.

It feels strange showering with another woman and I am not sure what to do at first. Stephanie takes control of the situation right away though. She has been telling the truth about washing her playthings too, because she doesn't let me do anything except stand here while she washes every inch of my body. She takes her time too, slowly scrubbing me from top to bottom and paying particular attention to my ass and pussy.

Stephanie even gets down on her knees as she works her way down my legs and finishes with my feet. I watch her from above while my conflicted brain tries to make sense of the whole evening. I'd never been sexually attracted to a woman before, but I am more than sexually attracted to Stephanie right now. I hate to admit it, but I am falling in love with her and that isn't supposed to happen.

When Stephanie finishes washing me, she tells me to get out, dry off and go clean up the wall while she washes herself. I go through the motions while I think about my situation. I have more questions than answers and no hope of figuring it out any time soon. I finish washing the wall as best I can, knowing that it will have to completely dry before I can tell if it is hopelessly stained. 

Stephanie decides to stay with me the rest of the night and she helps me change the sheets on my bed. We fall asleep spooning each other. It is the first time I have ever slept in the nude in my life.



The Neighbor Ch. 01



1 (Perfect Harmony)

For two months all she knew about Lean was her music. The music stoked her orgasms.

Guitar in the afternoon and the piano in the dark; the lilt of French songs, the soft wail of folk hymns, light, syncopated jazz and driving, pumping blues. She also heard snippets of a voice, low and husky, sometimes snarling, sometimes rising in a falsetto so plaintive it brought her to tears.

Lean is a tall woman, rangy. She sports short hair and has broad, swimmer's shoulders and trim waist and hips. 

Lai has no idea of her neighbour's color or the shape of her face. She has no idea what expression matched the soft growls of desire as woman stripped for Lean. 

All she had were shadows -- Lean's a constant, the others alternately curvy or boyish or plump.

Lia is a music freshman. Thinking herself shielded by her terrace palms, she'd sing along softly with Lean, closing her eyes to savor the way slow grind turned into a violent, roiling howl. 

But always, she'd fall silent at some point, succumbing to pure sensation, lolling her neck this way and that, imagining a velvet caress, pressing thighs together and then opening them as she raised her hips to hands that were not there. 

When the music stopped, she would go to her room and masturbate, sometimes with her hands, sometimes with a vibrator. 

She could make herself cum twice, sometimes even thrice in a night. But it was never enough. Lia began to get scared of her runaway sex drive.

What she didn't know was that Lean also watched her shadow as it gyrated in the darkened bedroom. 

The butch would see a shaft of light falling on the Lia's mons. She wondered what else, except for lust, the petite form held.

It was Lean who broke the ice. 

Her bartender friend, Mandy, had called. 

She said a young, lissome pixie with brown skin had been asking about the musician who lived on Santorini Street. 

Aside from Lean's two-story, modernist house, only two garage flats faced that street. Lean's middle-aged male accountant lived on the far end. Lia lived next door.

Mandy also said Lia was a Friday night regular at the university town's lesbian bar. 

She didn't date, was always with a group of friends. They seemed protective of the little one, Mandy said. 

Lia ogled butches but routinely turned down overtures though she was always cheerful and polite. 

A heartbreaker, the bartender said. And one who didn't even know it.

Mandy had told Lia the musician was a Wall Street investment banker who'd retired early with tons of money and then had written two best-selling books under a pseudonym. 

Lia smothered a gasp at hearing the name. The author wrote erotica, lesbian erotica with a heavy touch of domination. Mandy quirked her brow and smiled as the young woman tried to project cool.

Lean's friend had chatted up Lia enough to know she liked basking in the afternoon sun. 

The meadow fronting her flat was a quiet place. Hardly anybody ever passed the road. Lean always used her yard's rightmost corner. It was walled from the street. That was why they'd never met.

The writer watched through her 2nd-story studio windows until Lia settled down in the grass with a CD player. Lean nodded with approval. An Ipod would have shut out the sounds of rustling leaves.

Lean sauntered out of her house, hands in her pockets. She saw Lia before the younger woman spied her.

Lean paused by a tree and drew a deep breath. Lia wore short, blue-striped shorts. She had legs and arms spread as she sang the vocals to a slow blues arrangement of "Summertime". 

It was a sensual sight, shoulders and hips softly gyrating. Lia's legs were tapered and golden and smooth. She wore a red tank top. No bra; her nipples rose with the breeze's caress. 

Lean could see a face tanned a reddish gold but Lia's eyes were closed.

The older woman stopped in front of the young woman and cleared her throat. 

Lia sat up. Lean's mouth went dry. The small woman was on her elbows, legs still splayed, almond eyes wide with surprise, mouth making a small "o."

Lean felt a tingle as Lia licked her upper lip before struggling to her knees.

"Uh, hi!" Lia winced as she heard the squeak. 

She cleared her throat and tried again. "Hi."

Lean smiled at the dulcet tone. Brave girl, she thought, now boldly gazing at Lia.

"I live there," she pointed right.

"I know," Lia said and then blushed at the implication.

Lean chuckled. She walked towards Lia and halted a foot away, feeling the blow in the gut at the sight of the smooth globes separated by a deep cleavage. 

The younger woman's upturned face flushed and she ducked her head to one side/

Lean dropped to her haunches and reached out a hand to cup Lia's chin. She heard a small gasp and gently forced the other woman's face up.

"You've been asking about me."

Lia met her eyes bravely. "I wondered who you were."

"Well, I'm here now," said Lean, a finger stroking her captive's jaw.

The two women stared at each other until Lean pulled Lia to her feet.

She turned and crossed the street, unlatching the small gate that led to her backyard. She didn't bother to check if Lia was following.

The Chinese-American from San Diego saw a long blue pool and divans in yellow and green scattered around the wide deck. Straight ahead, Lean's stark, white manse was all angles and glass. The light inside showed flashes of colors. 

Lia took a deep breath and picked up her CD player. She walked in.

Lean leaned against a divan. The green canvas highlighted her amber eyes.

She lit and cigarette and lazily motioned with a hand at a nearby ottoman. 

Lia perched on one side like a schoolgirl.

Lean laughed. She jackknifed; her feet landed on the deck without a sound. 

The butch rested elbows on knees and studied Lia as she smoked. The young woman met her gaze calmly. But fingers twitched at her shorts' hemline.

"You're as small as your shadow."

Lai started, clasped a hand to her throat.

Lean's smile stretched from her tawny, golden-brown orbs to the wide mouth just below a smattering of fine freckles.

"Do you know there's a gap in your terrace palm grove?"

A flush swept through Lai's high cheekbones. But she tilted her face to one side and gazed at Lean's lips and drawled, "and?"

Lai hoped she looked fierce. She was really quaking in fear. But she was also determined to flirt with the author of her choice erotic tomes.

Lean stubbed out her cigarette and stood. She slid her hands down her thighs and then up and around, settling these in back pockets. She took an open-legged stance and cocked her head.

"I only see your hands."

Lai's moxie crumbled. She stared, horrified, at her neighbor. 

Lean struggled not to laugh. She didn't want the younger woman running away. But she also wanted her on edge. 

"My friends say you've been asking about me."

Lai swallowed, her throat dry with humiliation. 

"I only wanted to know who made all that music."

Lean guessed an Asian just wouldn't knock on a stranger's door. 

Especially if, she thought with a silent chuckle, she'd been masturbating to the stranger's music.

"Well, I'm here. I hear you're a musician yourself."

Lai nodded.

"Want to join me for coffee? Check out my collection?"

Etchings... Lai's mind screamed. Etchings.

She nodded, paused as Lean extended a hand with long, sturdy fingers and then slowly extended her little one to be clasped.'

The house was cool. Lean kicked off her sneakers and Lia also abandoned her espadrilles.

Lean looked up from the kitchen counter. She raised a brow. 

"You didn't have to. I just like padding around barefoot."

Lia shrugged. Lean smiled and slowly turned her gaze down smooth, tanned legs to the toes polished a shade they called "pussy red".

"You have beautiful feet." Lean looked at Lia. "Dancer's feet." She laughed. "Maybe not. I had a girlfriend. She was a soloist in some ballet company. Her feet were nothing like yours."

Lia flashed dimples. "Yeah. My sister is a dance scholar. Her feet are a horror."

She laughed, head thrown back. "I don't have the discipline. I do some jazz." She pulled a face. "But I lack the tension."

Lean pointed to a leather sofa. "I'm making frozen margarita. You still want coffee?"

Lia hesitated. She'd never drunk before dinner. She nodded.

Lean brought the drinks, handed Lia glass. Their fingers brushed.

Lia bent her head and sipped. She closed her eyes as she swallowed. She licked her lips. Her feet, which didn't quite touch the floor, jiggled.

Lean leaned back on her side of the sofa. She grabbed a big throw pillow from an easy chair and plumped it beside her. 

"Here," she commanded. "Sit back."

Lia stared for a few seconds. Then she got up, still with her margarita and took three steps. She put down the glass and tugged herself back until she felt the pillow. She crossed her legs on the seat and sighed as her neck felt the cushion. 

Lean reached for Lia's glass and handed it over. Before Lia could take it, she brought the glass to the Asian's lips. Startled eyes met her but Lia obediently sipped. Again, she licked her lips.

They drank slowly, in silence for a few minutes. Lean's fingers traced Lia's temple then ran through smooth fine hair.

"So, you like going to Luna."

Lia nodded.

"Found anyone?"

Lia shook her head.

"Why? Holding out for the great love?"

Lean cursed silently when Lia's eyes flashed. Mandy hard warned her. This one was part of the freshman team that had just beaten seniors in a debate. It was on the university newspaper's front page. 

"There's holding out... and there's selling yourself short."

So the kitten had claws. Lean shrugged. 

"I prefer to sample the goods first."

Lia shrugged back.

"Sure. If they're anything interesting."

Lean broke into guffaw. This one was going to be hot. 

She nodded to concede the point. Lia wrinkled her tip-tilted nose. Lean's eyes devoured her face.

She held back and stood up to get a guitar. When she came back, Lia had placed her empty glass on the table. Her cheekbones were a bit flushed.

Lean tuned the guitar. 

"What songs do you like?"

Lia smiled with glee. 

"Most everything."

Lean asked for her favorite artists. Fitzgerald. Vaughan. Eva Cassidy.

"Alto?" Lean asked.

"I can go up to a mezzo," Lia replied.

Lean gave a smile of approval. She broke into the lilting chords of "Over the Rainbow". She sang the first few lines alone and then Lia joined in.

Alto, but a sweet one. A crooner rather than a belter. She moved like bamboo and sang like a gentle breeze.

She also surprised Lean by shifting smoothly to Faith Hill's version, trilling some notes. Their voiced blended well, Lean doing deeper tones. 

As her fingers latched into the bridge of her Cassidy cover, Lia closed her eyes, lost in the music. A smiled played on her lips. 

When she rejoined Lean in the last stanza, the eyes opened. Lean almost faltered at the smile turned her way. It was her turn to close her eyes and let Lia's voice wash over her.

As the last chord died away, she heard Lia take a deep breath and blow it out.

Lean put the guitar aside. She turned towards Lia. The younger woman's lips were parted, a little wet. It wasn't quite a rosebud mouth but there was a natural pout to the lower lip, making for a pronounced cleft.

"Come here." Lean ordered.

Lia let herself be drawn onto Lean's lap.

The butch cradled her in her left arm. The right hand cupped her face as Lean lowered her lips, brushing lightly over Lia's. 

Lia let Lean lead though the light, teasing touch drove her crazy. 

When Lean's tongue swept across her lips, she opened and shuddered as it drifted across her inner skin. When Lean lapped at the edges of Lia's tongue, the small women brought her hand up to urge her deeper. She met Lean in a dance that began light and teasing and ended with the butch suckling on her sweet taste.

Lean kept the kiss going as she palmed Lia's breasts through the cotton tank, massaging gently around the sides until the other woman's started to take deeper breaths.

She raised her head and smiled at Lia. She started again with feather like kisses on the forehead and the brow. She kept her hands still, allowing Lia to take the lead and rubs against her palms. 

Lean's tongue snaked around a tiny ear. Lia broke into a cry as it dipped and swirled. Lean's fingers tightened on B-sized breasts. Lia bit her lip. Lean kisses trailed down Lia's neck , becoming gentle nips and then rolling laves of the tongue. Lia arched she Lean bit harder and then sucked at smooth skin. At the same time the butch twisted one nipple.

"Uuunnggh!"

Lean tugged Lia further down the sofa so she was fully spread out. 

One hand rested on Lia's pussy.

Lean waited. Lia felt the heat through her shorts. At the halt in movement, she opened her eyes.

Lean smiled. "I want you."

Lia spread her legs.

"Take me," she whispered.

Lean knelt beside the sofa. She kissed Lia's lips.

Then she straightened to take in the sight as she slowly pulled the tank off Lia's shoulders.

The Asian's lighter skin emerged. Nothing marred the smooth expanse of heavy cream. A small mole rested near the right nipple, already turgid with desire.

Lia raised her body so Lean could tug the tank down over hips and legs. She thrilled to see Lean's fairer skin flush with excitement. 

The butch toyed with Lia's breasts. She kept her kisses soft around the areolae until she felt Lia tremble with impatience. When her mouth closed over one nipple Lia moaned. Her hand roamed over Lean's back as she urged on with words and movements. She hissed when teeth tugged on her nub.

Lean repeated it on the other breast. Lia was more sensitive on her left side. As she hissed again, she moaned for more. Lean rolled the nubbin between three fingers.

"Harder?"

Lia nodded.

"Tell me."

Lia's tongue flicked across suddenly dry lips.

"Harder, please."

Lean bit down and pulled.

Lia's hips started rolling. 

"Yes. Harder! Yesssss!"

Lean suckled hard, squeezing the other breast every time her mouth paused. She'd never seen a woman with breasts so sensitive. She lapped and sucked and nipped over and over again, on the underside, on the sides, and back again at Lia's nipples.

She began to sense Lia approaching her peak. She took in almost one entire breast into her mouth and began a powerful suction. Her other hand went down and began to rub at the cloth covering Lia's cunt. 

The other woman began to panic when she felt juices flood her shorts. 

Lean was amazed but refused to listen to appeals to stop. She pushed thumb and ring finger together, putting pressure on Lia's lower lips as two other fingers rolled around her clit. 

Her pursed mouth squeezed hard and pulled towards the tip of Lia's breast. She gave the other nipple a very hard twist and bit down on the other. Lia's legs gripped her hand. Her entire body shuddered as she came with a hoarse cry, calling Lean's name. 

(To be continued)



The Neighbor Ch. 01



"AHHOOOHHH"

Mary's body shuddered as she hit another orgasm.

"That's it you fucking slut. You were born to be used. You're nothing but a slave seeking a cock. I'm your Master now aren't I cuntfuck???"

She hated him. He was vile. He was evil. How could a person be so vulgar? How could anyone be so wrong? She would never give into this man. She hated him.

"Oh yesss...please Master...cccc-"

"Please what bitch??? You want My cum, is that it???"

NO. She didn't want his cum. What a repulsive thought from this evil man.

"yess...please cum in me Master..."

"OOOOOOOOO"

It was too much for Mike. He grabbed onto her nipples and pulled for dear life as he exploded what seemed like a gallon of cum inside this older woman. Mike kept pumping slowly to make sure every drop of semen entered her body. When finally he started to go limp he pulled out of her and let her go.

"On your knees cunt bitch. NOWWWW!"

Mary dropped to her knees as Mike pushed his cock into her face.

"Clean your Master bitch."

Mary looked at the dick cross eyed. She'd never sucked a cock before. In fact she'd really never done anything but lay down and watch as her husband came after gyrating on top of her for a few seconds. But before she knew it her mouth was open and she was tasting herself on this man's penis.

*gulp...slurp* "mmph..."

Mary was trying to clean it all off. Why? Her thoughts raced again. What had just happened? What was happening to her? What was going on? Where was she? She was in Mike's house. She was on her knees. Her thoughts raced again. Don would be home in a week. What then?

"Good girl. Now you get dressed and you get the fuck back to your house. You don't come back here unless I call you back. Is that clear you fucking bitch????"

Mary nodded. The words seemed faint, like an echo in a deep canyon. She agreed to what he said.

"Good. Take these panties and throw them away. When you get home you throw away all of your other panties as well. Nothing should come between that fuck hole and your outer clothing. You never know when Master is going to pop in and want to grab his new toy."

Mike handed her the torn panties and smiled. Mary went to put on her jeans when Mike stopped her suddenly.

"No. I don't think so. These stay here. The shirt and bra too. You can wear your socks and shoes home and nothing else. And you won't walk across the yard either. You will walk across the street and then across and then to your house from there. Is that clear?"

Was he crazy? She would never do anything like that. She'd been married over 25 years. How could she do that to her husband?

"Yes Master."

Mike put on his trousers then opened the door, shoving Mary out. 

Mary tried to think of what happened. She was wondering what had overcome her. As she crossed the street she heard nothing. She saw nothing. She walked across and then back across the street to her home. Her thoughts raced again as she entered the house. 

'Don will be back soon,' she thought to herself, 'what will happen then?' 



The Neighbor Ch. 02



Mary was washing dishes. She was lost in her thoughts, again riddled with fear and worry for her daughter who was next door at Mike and Emily's home. Natalie had been there for four hours already and it was Sunday! There was no reason for her to be babysitting with both Emily and Mike home. She knew what was going on and it scared her to lose her daughter to that life. She thought of telling her husband Don. Then she smiled. Don would be home tonight! She snapped out of it recognizing that she would have to hurry and the get the home cleaned for her husband's arrival.

Suddenly the front door opened and Natalie entered with her head down. Emily followed right behind her.

"Mom. Mom. I've got something to tell you. You remember Emily from next door, right?"

"Yes. Yes I do. How are you Emily."

Mary reached out her hand but Emily didn't take it. She just looked down at it and then back at Mary's face quite angrily.

"What's going on here?"

Mary tried to be demanding but something about Emily's expression intimidated her.

"Mom. I'm moving. Mike and Emi-"

"Ahem."

Natalie's sentence was interrupted by Emily's cough. Emily yanked her wrist back and now, for the first time, Mary could see that her daughter was wearing a collar that was attached to a leash. Emily was walking her like a dog!

"What the hell?!?!?"

Mary couldn't believe it. Were they going to just humiliate her daughter right in front of her??

"Mom. Please listen. M-uh I mean Master and Mistress feel that it is time I move into their home. They've given me a cage in the basement that I will be very comfortable sleeping in. I think it's the best move mom and I'm really excited about it."

Mary couldn't believe her ears. Master and mistress? What the hell had happened to her sweet innocent daughter? She was in shock and still not able to put words together.

"Mom there's one other thing. I won't be going back to school. Master and Mistress feel that is very important that I continue my training with them full time and I have to say that I wholeheartedly agree. Please try to be happy for me mom. It's what I really want."

Mary fell back into her chair. Her eyes glazed over. Her mouth was wide open. She lifted her hand to her head and just tried to process what was being told to her. Finally she snapped out of it and found the strength she had been looking for as she stood up.

"That's it! I've had it. I know what's going on and I'm putting a stop to it right now!! Did you think I would just let you walk in here and take my daughter?!?! Well you've got another thing com---ummmm"

Emily grabbed Mary's face and pushed her back into her seat.

"Bitch go upstairs and get your things. Your mother and I have to talk. Go quickly now!"

Emily unclipped the leash from her collar and whacked her on the ass sending her up to her room. She watched as Natalie made it up to the top of the stairs then turned to Mary.

"Okay you fucking cunt. It's time we had some words."

"Now you just wait there. I will not tolerate being treated like this in my own home."

"No but you tolerated it in my home just fine didn't you bitch???"

"Wh-wh-what are you talking about?"

Mary's stomach dropped. She just realized that Emily knew what Mike had done to her.

"Oh come now you old whore. Did you think I would just let you fuck my husband? You didn't really think it would be that easy did you?"

"Emily please! Please listen to me. He...he raped me! He forced me to do those things...I swear it!"

"Save it bitch."

Emily backed Mary to the wall. She pressed her breasts up against Mary's. She could feel her own nipples harden as she looked into the eyes of the older, weaker woman.

"Just fucking save it. I want to know exactly what my husband got a piece of and see if it was fucking worth it."

"Wh-what are you saying??? Get off of me..."

Emily reached down and grabbed Mary's cunt. Mary lifted her hands and tried to push Emily away.

"Get off of me! I am not a lesbian!!!"

Mary grunted as she struggled with Emily. Emily quickly and violently lifted a knee into Mary's gut. Mary hunched over in pain and fell to her knees. Emily grabbed Mary by the hair as Mary hugged her own stomach in pain.

"Just like your fucking daughter. Weak. Meant to serve. Go on and serve me now bitch."

Emily lifted her skirt to her waist to reveal a nicely shaved bald pussy. There were no panties just a leather skirt and thigh high leather boots. She was very nicely scented as she used perfume to accentuate her softly tanned skin.

"That's it you old cunt. Open your mouth and let your tongue do some work on Mistress's pussy. NOW!!!"

Emily shoved Mary's face into her crotch and began grinding against it. She was already wet and forcing her wetness against Mary's nose.

"Open up your mouth cunt! Show Mistress you love her hole."

Emily began squeezing Mary's throat until Mary opened her mouth and let out her tongue.

"That's a good girl. An old slave like you just needs the proper motivation. I'll show you what you need."

Emily began grinding her cunt forcefully against Mary's tongue. Mary felt helpless. The same helplessness that Mike had made her feel only a week ago. Mary's mind started to wander. She worried what would happen to her daughter if she were to be controlled by Mike and Emily. Her tongue began to flap almost all on it's own.

"Mmmmmm...I think you like the taste of your Mistress' pussy. Don't you cunt??"

Emily stood straight and closed her legs just a little. She pushed Mary's face to her clitoris. Mary just nosed it not knowing fully what to do.

"Oh come now cunt. You can surely do better than that for your Mistress can't you??"

She yanked her hair and squeezed her throat again. This time Mary didn't hesitate quickly pulling her tongue in motion as she sucked Emily's clit into her mouth.

"Ooooohhh...Yessss! That's it! What a good little cunt licker you are. Now I know where your fat slut of a daughter gets her talent from!"

Mary's eyes opened wide. The realization of what was happening fell on her like a ton of bricks. She stopped licking Emily's clit, denying her an orgasm that she was so close to achieving.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?!?"

"I-I can't. No more. I cannot let you do this to me and I can't let you do this to my daughter. Please now just go and don't bother us again."

Mary stood up and just turned her back to Emily. She walked away with her head down. Emily just stared at her with anger and disgust.

"Why you little fucking dog! Who in the hell do you think you fucking are?!?!"

Emily grabbed a handful of hair from the back of Mary's head and shoved her forcefully face down to the couch. Mary's scream was stifled by the cushion that her face was buried into.

"Do you think you have a fucking opinion that matters? NO! You are a fucking whore slave made and built to serve Masters and Mistresses. Your tongue was made to suck and swallow. Your holes were meant to be filled and hurt."

Emily reached into her purse and pulled out a rather modest strap two headed strap on. Each rubber cock was only about six inches long and an inch in diameter. Emily slipped it on with one hand as she held Mary's head into the cushion with the other one. When she felt as if she were ready, she released Mary's head and went and ripped down her jeans. Emily found Mary was not wearing any panties.

"So you are a fucking slut after all, aren't you bitch??"

"Please please stop. Emily I'm not a lesbian! PLEASE! AAAIII..."

Mary never saw Natalie come down the stairs. Natalie just sat on the steps and watched as Emily violently shoved the rubber pricks into her mother's pussy and ass. She saw her mother helpless and her eyes were glassed over. Emily was brutal as she almost easily inserted one of the cocks into her mother's cunt and then forcefully pushed the other one into her asshole.

"Look at you pig. You're a fucking little pig. Your cunt was wet and wanting. You fucking little whore."

The pain from the rubber prick in her ass blinded her from the fact that Emily was right about her pussy. She didn't know why. She couldn't figure anything out right now. She only felt the pressure of Emily's thrusts into her body.

"Aagh...please aaagh...st-aaagh...stoppp"

Mary grunted as she pleaded with Emily but she continued to ravage the older woman with reckless abandon.

"Oh come on slut. Your cunt is getting wetter and wetter. Now I want you to thank Mistress for filling you."

Mary hung her head low. She shifted her right knee giving Emily better access. Emily took full advantage as she reached under and dug the nails of her left hand into Mary's tit around her nipple. The pain sent a shockwave through her spine. Mary tried to push back on the couch but this just made Emily drill into her harder and harder.

"I think I told you to thank your Mistress bitch. Didn't I???"

Emily dragged her nails across Mary's tit. On the stairs, Natalie began to rub her crotch as she watched the show Emily was putting on. Emily looked up and smiled as Natalie was clearly getting hungry for use.

"Pleeeeeeeeee..."

Mary broke up as she was swept by an amazing orgasm. Her body was suffering from terrible sensitivities. The orgasm was so great that any touch instantly led to another one.

"Mistress is waiting for a fucking answer!"

Emily grabbed Mary's hair and pulled her head back, driving both rubber cocks into her deep and hard. She held her there by the hair and squeezed her left nipple. Mary's eyes were closed as she hit another orgasm. Emily leaned in and whispered...

"...answer your Mistress slut...answer her now..."

"Th-thank you Mistress."

Emily smiled then whispered...

"...open your eyes slut."

Mary looked up and saw Natalie sitting on the stairs staring at her. She was no longer rubbing her crotch. She was just staring at her mother being controlled by her own Mistress.

Emily pulled the cocks out of Mary then removed the strap on.

"Okay you fat fuckpig. Take your bags and go to your cage. It's your new home."

Mary held her face in her hands as she began to cry. She was humiliated in the face of her daughter and couldn't bare to look at her. Natalie just grabbed her bags and walked out the front door not saying a word.

"Be ready for Master tonight cunt. He has a surprise for you."

Emily shut the door as she walked out leaving Mary holding her head in tears. Mary just grabbed what was left of her tattered clothing and wept. She knew Don could be home at any moment and needed to make sure she cleaned up. Don could never know what happened here. Never.

A couple of hours later she could hear voices coming from the backyard. Mary looked through the window and her jaw dropped when she saw Don standing there talking and shaking hands with Mike. She couldn't make out what they were saying but her nervousness continued to grow as Mike would point to the house and smile from time to time while Don just nodded in agreement. Mike then gave Don what looked like a glass of wine and they shook hands as Don turned toward home. Mary stared at Don and realized that Mike was looking right at her. He winked and she jumped.

"Honey! Honey I'm home!"

Don entered the house finishing the glass of wine that Mike had given him.

"Hey Mary where are you! Get over here!"

Mary ran into Don's arms giving him a huge hug!

"Hey slow down baby. What's wrong? You're shaking like a leaf."

"Oh honey I'm just glad you're home. That's all. I really really missed you."

"Well I'm home now baby and not going anywhere for a long while."

Don grabbed his wife and kissed her passionately.

"Um Don, sweetheart. What was that you were drinking when you walked in?"

Mary was extremely scared and nervous of what Mike might've told her husband.

"Oh that was some home made wine that Mike gave me. It was very good. Great guy Mike. We've got some good neighbors baby. Don't you think?"

Mary was lost in thought. She wondered why Mike would give Don the wine. Had he told him anything about Natalie? How would she explain why Natalie is not home to Don now?

"Mary. Snap out of it. You're like in a dream world baby."

"Oh Don I'm sorry. I'm just being silly. I'm just so glad you're home!"

"Well baby I'm exhausted after a very long trip but I've still got enough energy for you to show me how happy you really are that I'm home!"

The couple giggled as they went, arm in arm, up the stairs to their bedroom.

Don flung open the bedroom door and lifted his wife in his arms. They kissed lovingly as he laid her on the bed. He quickly removed his clothing then quickly removed hers. Mary eagerly wrapped her arms around Don as his already stiff penis entered her. He was so gentle and loving as he kissed her. He softly pushed his penis up into her. Mary loved her husband. She loved him more than anything else.

"Oooo...Aww baby that was wonderful. Thank you..."

Don came inside his wife and then collapsed off of her. He slipped immediately into a deep sleep. Mary cuddled up against him finding comfort in the arms of the man that was just gone for so long. Their two naked bodies clung together and for the first time in weeks she was finally happy.

"Well well well what do we have here?"

Mary was startled as two shadowy figures were standing in the doorway.

"Who's there?!?!?"

"Well now is that how a slave greets her Master?"

"Get out! Don...wake up! DON!!!"

Mike reached up and grabbed Mary by the hair pulling her head back.

"AIIIEEE!"

"Stop screaming cunt. Your pitiful dick of a husband is not waking up. I gave him some of my special wine."

Mike immediately slapped Don across the face.

SLAP SLAP SLAP

It had no affect as Don continued to snore.

"Yup. Your wimp of a husband will be out for a long time."

Mike reached around Mary and grabbed a hold of her exposed pussy. He twisted some of her pubic hairs as he did.

"It looks like limp dick over here didn't do the job. What a surprise!"

"Please Mike. Please. Not here. Not like this. Not in front of my husband."

"Come here bro."

Mike ignored Mary's pleas as he called over the other person in the room. Mary strained her eyes to see this man.

There standing in front of both of them was a big white man. He was bald with a very long goattee. He looked like Mike but was clearly taller and bigger overall. He wasn't muscular just big with a belly not unlike the one that Mike himself had. He had a couple of tattoos that were hard to make out in the dim light but it was clear that he was wearing overalls and nothing else.

"This is her bro. This is the mother of the fat fuckpig your gang is using next door. That's her punk of a husband right there."

The other man pulled out a big knife from his overalls.

"Should I gut the motherfucker right here Mikey?!?"

"NO PLEASE NOOOmphhh!"

Mary's screams were stifled by Mike as he covered her mouth.

"No man. I live here now and I ain't moving again. Besides. This'll be much more fun don't you think?"

The two men laughed as the bigger one began eyeing Mary. Mike turned to her.

"Okay slut. This is Master's brother Joe. You are now going to serve him."

Mike nodded to Joe as he got up from the bed. He tossed Mary down but she didn't stay there long. Joe reached down and grabbed her hair as he pulled the straps from his overalls off.

"Let's see if you suck cock as good as your daughter does."

Before Mary could move this big burly man shoved her face right into his big hairy cock. She could feel that it was still wet although it didn't stink of urine.

"You feel that bitch? Yeah I know you do. That's your daughter's cunt juice all over me. Yup. I made that pig cum so many times she'll be saying my name for the rest of her slut life."

Mary began to choke and gag at the thought of her tasting her own daughter's sex. But this big man didn't let up. He continued to fuck her face hard until his cock grew to fill her mouth.

"Oh baby! She sure is a good cocksucker little brother. You got yourself a good one now. She's even better than Emily was when I gave her to you!"

Mike nodded as he turned and walked out of the room.

Mary couldn't believe her ears. Even Mike's wife was once with this beast!

"That's it whore. Suck my balls you dirty cunt."

Joe lifted Mary's head from his dick and shoved her face into his balls. He lifted his leg exposing his ass to her as he rubbed her head between his legs.

"mmmph...mmm..ummphhh"

Mary was trying to breathe as she continued to soak Joe's crotch with her saliva.

"Let's see what I'm getting tonight."

Joe flipped her down as he laid next to her husband. He held Mary's head tight to his balls as he turned he turned her ass to face him. He used his other hand and began forcing two of his big fat fingers into her. 

"Well well. Looks like everything I've heard about you is true. You're wetter than a damn lake!"

Mary was shocked. What was going on. Just a couple of weeks ago she was a normal, happily married wife and mother but now it seems that all of this roughness and abuse seemed to stimulate her sexually.

Joe let go of her head but she didn't seem to notice as she continued to lick his cock and balls. He grabbed Don's sleeping head and turned it towards them.

"There. Now hubby gets to see his wife get fucked right."

"Mmmmmmm...."

Mary moaned as Joe's fingers probed her deeper. Something was arousing her. Maybe it was the fact that Joe's fingers felt like strong cocks inside her or maybe it was the fact that Don was watching her. It could have easily been the fact that all of this was just too taboo to speak of. Whatever it was, she was getting hot.

"That's enough slutfuck."

Joe stood up and pushed Mary down on the bed face down. Her head was right at Don's crotch with her ass exposed and high in the air. Joe stood behind her.

"Time to see if mother's pussy cums like daughter's!"

Joe grabbed a hold of her hips and easily shoved his 10 inch cock inside her.

"Ahhhh...How's that baby? You like that cock in you??"

"Mmmmm..."

Mary moaned quietly into Don's crotch. She didn't say a word but could feel the desire to say 'yes' grow stronger.

"Come on slut. I want to hear it. Tell me how much you love having your cunt filled with my cock. Say it bitch!"

Joe's thrusts were demanding. He was in control. No, he wasn't her Master and she somehow knew it.  No this was just straight animalistic passion that was growing inside her. Lust that she'd only heard about but never knew could be true.

"Yesss...I love having your penis inside me..."

Mary finally whispered the words and for some reason it felt incredible. She believed fully now that Don being in the room made everything around her feel comfortable somehow.

"Good. But not good enough. Say it like the dirty fucking whore we both know that you are."

Joe continued to dive deeper into her. He could feel her on the verge of orgasm and knew he had a hot slut on his hands.

"Yesss...just don't stop please...I love having your cock inside my pussy...please keep fucking me!"

"Oh you want it bitch. You got it!!!"

Joe reached under her and grabbed her tits with both hands as he pushed faster and faster inside her. His balls were squishing in her wetness.

"YESSSSSSSS!"

Mary exploded in orgasm. She began pushing her ass back onto this beast of a man. She wanted to continue cumming.

"I know what you like whore. You like the fact that I raped your daughter. You tasted her wetness and now you can feel it inside you on my cock. Can't you bitch? I want to hear it!"

Mary couldn't say a word. She was lost in ecstacy. Joe's words didn't even resonate.

"I SAID SCREAM YOU LOVE YOUR DAUGHTER'S WET PUSSY!"

Joe yanked her head back grabbing a handful of hair. She was fast becoming used to this.




The Neighbor Ch. 02



It had been a couple of days since Tom had his encounter with Taylor and he had indulged himself a few times while re-living the whole experience in his mind. His wife Lisa was due home tomorrow and he found himself hoping a couple of nights of sex with her would get his mind off thoughts of jerking off in Taylor's presence. 

He had not seen Taylor since the incident but had hung out with Mike a couple of times and found himself a bit uncomfortable but he kept the thought present that he never touched Mike's wife. He now found himself understanding the hold Taylor had on her husband. Her sexual forwardness and confidence were hard to ignore. Lisa was more attractive physically but the sexiness factor for Taylor was definitely a ten. The way she dressed, talked, and carried herself caused a stirring in Tom's crotch every time his thoughts dwelled on her.

It was Saturday and to keep him from the distraction of another jerk-off session Tom decided to get outside and do some work. He found the broom and thought sweeping off the front porch was a good place to start. He went out the front door and started his self-appointed task enjoying the feeling of his muscles moving in rhythm and let his thoughts drift. 

A few minutes into his sweeping Tom heard a door closed and looked up to see Taylor walking out to throw some garbage out. She was wearing a black silk robe and flip flops. Taylor must have felt his eyes on her and looked over at him smiling, "Morning Tommy, getting a little cleaning done?" she asked as she placed the garbage in a can on the side of her house.

"Yeah just trying to keep busy I guess," he replied leaning on his broom trying to keep his eyes off Taylor's cleavage and her legs which were bare up to mid thigh.

Taylor crossed his driveway and walked over to his yard,"are you ready for Lisa to get back?"

"Yeah, I've missed her."

"I'll bet you have," she said as her eyes got that knowing look he knew so well from the episode in his living room as she stepped up onto the porch.

Tom was getting a bit uncomfortable under her stare," well you know Taylor, guys are guys," he stuttered out.

"Oh I know what kind of guy you are Tommy, how many times have you jerked off moaning my name since the other day?" she said as her hands moved up to settle on her hips with one leg extended out in front of the other. He looked down as the embarrassment washed over him and his gaze lingered for a moment on her red, painted toenails. From there he slowly moved his gaze up her shapely calf and on to her thigh which was exposed higher than half way as her extended leg caused the front of the robe to split open.

"No need to be bashful about it Tommy," she said with a giggle knowing all too well the thoughts behind his gaze. "It's just a natural thing for a guy to do. Fantasies are perfectly healthy things. Sometimes it even helps to play them out."

"Yeah, I guess so Taylor. I just feel like it's cheating or something," Tom said as his eyes finally moved up to meet hers.

"Well it was just the one time Tommy and nothing untoward happened. You were on one side of the room and I was on the other," her eyes held him just like they did when he came the other night and her head cocked to the side," you weren't thinking about doing it again were you Tommy?"

"Right now Taylor I wish I could think of something else but I can't," he said looking down again.

"It's okay baby, all you have to do is ask," her voice took on a low sultry tone," Miss Taylor can guide you while you jerk your cock. I know how bad you ache for that same release you felt the other night. Just letting go of all those outside pressures and handing over control to me and my direction."

Taylor moved over to the front door and turned the handle pushing it open," why don't we talk about this inside where you'll feel more comfortable baby," she said leaning on the door frame with one hand.

Tom's feet just started moving and he found himself walking back inside and did not stop until he stood in the middle of the living room. Taylor had followed him in and he watched her as she kicked off her flip flops and walked over to stand in front of him.

"Now what was it you wanted to ask me baby?" her tone had softened but it carried more of the condescending tone it carried the other day when she pointed out the mess he had made all over the floor.

"Taylor…will you…tell me how to jerk off," he said with an unsteady voice.

"Tommy why don't you take your clothes off and ask me," her hand had moved up to the belt on her robe and began to pull at the knot.

Unsure what to think by her actions Tom pulled off his shirt followed by his shorts and underwear revealing his semi-hard state to Taylor's eyes.

At the sight of his cock Taylor's smile returned," why don't you get on your knees too Tommy. You know how much easier this will be if your kneeling and don't have to worry about steadying yourself as I make you all weak in the knees."

Tom went down to his knees and looked up at Taylor who had let the belt of her robe fall. Her full breasts held the robe together revealing a couple of inches of skin in between. He could see her lovely stomach and below that the black satin panties she had on. His cock was now at full mass and his hand moved up and grabbed it.

"What are you doing Tommy?" Taylor said as her voice turned hard," You haven't asked my permission yet," in response Tom's hand moved away to rest on his thigh.

"That's better baby," she said as her voice softened again," as a matter of fact from now on when you get the urge to jerk-off I want you to ask my permission. If you do and don't ask first baby boy I'll see it in your eyes and who knows what I would do or say…or to whom."

She had implied enough that Tom understood her threat and his outrage at her was drowned out by his lust. His eyes were locked on her hoping for her to reveal more of her body to him.

"So are you ready to ask me nicely baby?" she asked.

"Please Taylor will you tell me how to pleasure myself."

"Oooo baby I like that, I can hear the need in your voice. It's almost…desperate," she said with a grin," but I think you should address me as Miss Taylor when you ask. After all I am giving you so much and really asking for so little," her hands were running up and down the edges of her robe hinting at pulling it open.

"Please Miss Taylor will you tell me how to pleasure myself?" Tom could not believe he had gone this far but he had to admit he was loving every minute of her teasing.

"Hold your hand out Tommy," he did as instructed and Taylor pulled a small bottle out of her robe pocket. She leaned over and poured some lotion out of it into his hand. The thought that she had prepared for this to happen made Tom feel even more helpless to her which made him even more turned on. His head felt fuzzy and all he could think about was his need to cum.

"Now grab your cock and slowly rub the lotion into to it. Get is all wet for Miss Taylor baby."

Tom's hand started moving up and down and he wanted to go faster so badly but waited on Taylor to tell him what to do. Taylor walked around behind him as he rubbed his cock and suddenly Tom heard her hot breath on his ear," admit it Tommy, you want to fuck Miss Taylor so bad right now don't you baby," her voice low and throaty caused Tom to shake all over as he rolled that scenario through his head. Taylor continued on," you want to feel my hot pussy incase your cock and slide up and down just like your hand is doing right now…"

"Yes," Tom breathed out.

"Yes baby I know you do. But you would settle for sucking on my big tits while I jerked your cock until you spurted all over my hand," Tom found himself shaking yet again and Taylor noticed," stop for a moment baby and take deep breaths until the shaking stops."

Taylor walked back around in front of Tom and looked down at him," this is called edging baby boy and we are going to do this to make your orgasms even better. Keep breathing deeply. Good. From now on you may ask to jerk off and I might tell you to edge a few times before you cum or even to edge once or twice and I will let you know when you can cum. You have to take yourself right to the point of no return and then stop sweetie. Take some deep breaths like you just did to steady yourself and then begin again. When I finally let you cum baby it's going to be like nothing you have ever imagined." Taylor walked around behind him again.

This time he felt her hot breath on his other ear," now start stroking slowly again baby," Tom's hand started moving again as Taylor continued," from now on your cum belongs to me baby. If you fuck your wife and cum this is over so you better hold it in and edging will help train you right baby."

Tom absorbed her words and for some reason everything she said made him hotter and hotter. His hand moved up and down and he ached for release.

"You wanna cum for Miss Taylor don't you little Tommy?"

"Yes."

"Yes what baby?"

"Yes Miss Taylor."

"Oooo that's so good baby and from now on when you cum you are going to repeat that over and over," Taylor walked back to stand in front of Tom again and pulled her robe aside to reveal her large breasts in all their glory.

"Stroke a little faster baby," Tom's pace quickened," not that fast, there that's better. Oh Tommy you are so turned on right now, what would you do for your Mistress?"

"Oh god, anything, anything please," Tom felt so hot but his pace was just not quick enough to get him to cum.

"Yes baby boy I believe you would," she giggled," stroke a little faster for me baby, I love it when you beg like that I get so wet."

Tom's pace quickened and now he knew it was only a matter of time at this pace and he was pretty sure Taylor did as well," Ooooo it's coming isn't it baby? You're going to make another mess for me aren't you?"

"Yes Miss Taylor," Tom moaned out. His mind was a fog and he was so turned on by Taylor, all he could think was about his release and Taylor. His hand had to keep moving and he had to listen to Taylor so he could feel release.

"Now wonder what it would feel like if that were my hand stroking away on my new cock, and it is my cock now isn't it baby boy?" Taylor's last words were answered to "Yes Miss Taylor, yes Miss Taylor, yes Miss Taylor…" as the cum erupted from Tom's cock all over the living room floor.



The Neighbor Ch. 02



It's been a month since Stephanie moved next door and she has become a regular in our home, visiting us several times every week. Her personality won over Jonas right away and it doesn't hurt that she flirts with him either. I could sense his unease at first, as if he was worried about what I was going to say, but now he seems to be pretty at ease with the situation. Of course he doesn't know the real situation. Stephanie has given me several orders that I have to follow or risk getting punished and she gets a thrill out of the risk of Jonas catching us. 

Today she ordered me to invite her over for dinner. She also ordered me to wear a mini black dress that she made me buy and it is unlike anything I have ever worn before. It is very form fitting and definitely shows off my assets with a plunging neckline. It ends just below the curve of my ass. When I wear it, the thing pushes my breasts together, giving me the look of way more cleavage than I am used to showing and I can only imagine how much of my ass is visible when I bend over. It isn't at all elegant. 

Stephanie comes for dinner and I cook a nice sized meal served with wine. Jonas nearly falls out of his chair when I walk into the dining room in my dress. He has never seen it before and is shocked that I am wearing something so revealing.

"Megan, where did you get that dress?" he asks with his jaw hanging open.

I knew the questions were going to come, but I am not prepared to answer them. This is so different from anything that I have ever worn before and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he doesn't approve. My own mouth drops open and I begin to sweat, wondering how to explain my sudden change in style.

Stephanie saves me, however. "Oh I picked it out for her. It shows off her incredible body so well doesn't it?" Her eyes twinkle above her sly grin and it makes my pussy wet.

Jonas changes his whole attitude about the dress right away and just like a horny teenage boy, he is smiling and agreeing with Stephanie. Since it is her who bought the dress for me, he is alright with it. So we sit down at the table and begin to eat. Jonas is at the head of the table with Stephanie to his right and me to his left, which puts her and I face to face. As we begin to eat, Stephanie starts to talk and flirt with Jonas, asking him to tell her all about his job and acting like it is so intriguing. 

While the conversation is going on I feel Stephanie's bare foot sliding up between my thighs. I have to adjust myself slightly by opening my legs wider and pushing myself forward so she can reach her intended target, my bare pussy. I know better than to make it difficult for her to reach, and I won't lie, I am a little bit turned on being dressed like I am.

There is a nervousness that my husband will catch us and that heightens the thrill. Stephanie runs her toes into my wet slit and I gasp causing my husband to give me a look, but just for a moment as Stephanie keeps engaging him in conversation. I can see his eagerness to please her.

The food that I have slaved over is absolutely delicious, but I am having a difficult time focusing enough to even pick my fork up to my mouth and chew it. What is happening just below the table and a mere foot or two away from my unaware husband is wrong on so many counts, but it feels incredible and I don't want it to stop. The funny thing is that if Stephanie and I weren't carrying on a secret lesbian affair and Stephanie was still treating my husband like she is right in front of me, I would be pissed at both of them, she for being such a flirt and him for falling all over himself to show her attention. Jonas is so into his conversation with her that if I wasn't getting my pussy stroked by her big toe, I would be feeling like less than a third wheel right about now.

Of course the truth is that I know Stephanie is being so playful with Jonas because she is keeping his attention away from me and I am finding it increasingly difficult to keep my breathing steady and not make any more loud gasps. I am glad that she is flirting so openly with him because I can enjoy the action going on between my legs without too much worry.

"Isn't that right Megan?" I hear it but it seems like it is coming from the other room or maybe it is on the television or something, but I don't remember turning on the television. I open my eyes and see, to my dawning horror, that I am the center of attention all of a sudden. 

"Umm, I ah, I'm sorry, I was just..." I stammer and stutter and of course I look like a fucking idiot, but what am I gonna do? I have a toe sliding away on my clits, pushing me closer and closer to climax and I have no clue what the conversation is about. I look at Stephanie, who is the one who involved me in the conversation, and can tell that she is amused at my predicament.

"Are you feeling alright honey?" Jonas asks me, taking my hand in his hand. "You look all flushed, are you feeling feverish?"

Flushed? Of course I am fucking flushed and it isn't because I have a fever. It is because I have a foot rubbing my pussy and Stephanie is having so much fun that she isn't stopping. 

"Oh yeah, Jonas is right," Stephanie agrees, knowing full well why I am flushed and enjoying seeing me squirm.

"I am a little hot all of a sudden," I manage to reply, which isn't a lie at all. "Could you go turn on the air conditioner please Jonas?" I ask, finding it very difficult to keep my voice from wavering. Stephanie's toes are quickly pushing me toward the point of no return. I am going to cum while sitting right here at the dinner table with my husband wondering what is going on.

"Of course honey, I'll turn it on right away," Jonas says, rising from his chair with a look of concern on his face.

"Maybe she could use a glass of cold water while you're up," Stephanie adds.

"Yeah of course, I'll get that."

I hold my breath until Jonas walks out of the room, then all the air hisses out of me at once. I slump down in my chair and my hips start moving all on their own, humping shamelessly on Stephanie's foot. She has slid lower in her own chair and pushes her heel up against my whole pussy, letting me grind against her. 

"Are you going to cum slave?" Stephanie whispers.

"Oh god yes!" I enthusiastically whisper back. 

"Better hurry before Jonas gets back."

I grab her foot with my hand, not caring about anything anymore except my own pleasure and grind my pussy even harder against the soft underside of her foot. I am moaning and gasping and grinding her beautiful, sexy, soft foot and if Jonas walks back into the room at this moment, I won't be able to stop myself because I am finally cumming.

Considering the unique way I reach the plateau, it is a powerful, intense orgasm that rips through my whole body, sending me into spasms like a seizure. I am dimly aware of Stephanie pulling her foot away from me and sitting back up in her chair, a knowing grin on her face. As my orgasm subsides and my brain comes into focus, I realize how I must look, all slouched in my chair with my legs spread wide open. Just then, Jonas enters the room and I notice a bit of a cool breeze hitting my back from the duct pumping more cool air conditioned air into the room. I have the presence of mind to close my legs and since my legs are covered by the tablecloth I know that Jonas has seen nothing.

Stephanie has picked up a placemat and is using it to fan me as Jonas hurries to my side and hands me the glass of water. I take a drink from the tall glass before saying, "I want to go lay down right now." 

"Hey Jonas, just put her to bed and let me clean this up," Stephanie offers.

"Oh, thanks Stephanie, but you don't have to do that. I'll..."

Stephanie cuts him off, "I know I don't have to do it, but I want to do it and I really don't mind at all. You take care of Megan and don't worry about this mess."

"Are you sure?" Jonas asks.

Stephanie is already standing and stacking plates. "I used to waitress. I'm a pro at this stuff Jonas. Put her to bed. I'll do what I can and I'll lock the door on my way out."

''Thank you so much Stephanie. I owe you one."

Stephanie, the little minx, winks, smiles and says, "Oh goody, I hope it's a big one." Then she quickly makes her way out of the dining room and into the kitchen. Jonas just stands for a few moments staring at the door she has exited before he realizes that I am still sitting here and quickly helps me to my feet and leads me down the hallway toward the bedroom.

As I walk, I can feel two drops, one on each leg, slowly making their way down my inner thighs. I have cum so much and the further we get away from the dining room, the more I can smell my pussy juices. In fact, the smell is so strong that I worry that Jonas might smell it, so I stop him in the hallway and say, "Oh, I left the glass of water on the table. Would you mind?"

"I'll grab it, you go get undressed and lay down," Jonas says, turning back the way we had come. He is so good to me when I am sick, waiting on me hand and foot and I feel guilty about using him like I am, but I need to clean myself before he notices the mess.

I quickly rush into the master bathroom and mop up with a washcloth. I strip out of the dress and turn to see Jonas standing in the doorway watching me. As naked as the day I was born, I squeeze past Jonas and climb into bed, pulling just the sheet over my body. I can see that Jonas wants to say something and I can imagine what it is, but he just sits on the edge of the bed and passes the water to me.

Dutifully, I take a gulp of water and say, "Why don't you go help Stephanie clean up, I'm just going to fall asleep anyway."

"Are you sure?" I can see in his eyes that he really wants to go back out there with Stephanie, but he is still worried about me.

"Of course. I'm going to be fine. In fact I'm already feeling better."

"If you need anything..."

"I know, I know, I'll yell if I need you," I assure him, then kiss his cheek and lie back on my pillow. He leaves me alone and I lay here replaying the events of the evening over and over in my head until I fall asleep. 

I dream and what a dream it is. I am woken up in the middle of the night by the feel of someone crawling between my legs. When I look down, I see that it is Stephanie and she has a smile on her face. Without saying a word, she begins licking my pussy. I look to my left and see my husband beside me sleeping soundly. Stephanie's tongue work on my pussy is wonderful, but I am terrified that Jonas is going to wake up and there is no table blocking his view of what is happening between my legs.

"Stephanie," I whisper urgently. "What are you doing? What if my husband wakes up?"

Picking her face up out of my crotch Stephanie licks her creamy lips and loudly says, "So what, let him wake up and see what kind of a lesbian slut his wife really is."

I am aghast as I feel Jonas stirring next to me, as if he is waking up. I shush her as she goes back to licking me and I am praying that Jonas stays asleep. "Please," I begin whispering again when the movement to my left stops. Jonas has rolled onto his side and is now facing me, but still sleeping. "Don't do this Stephanie. You'll wake him and he'll kill us both." I am worried that he will be devastated that I would betray him. I don't want to hurt him is what my concern is.

Once again Stephanie pokes her head up and without lowering her voice says, "Nah, he'll be fine. Maybe he'll want to join in and then I can tell him to shove his cock in your mouth so you'll shut the hell up." She dips her face back down and begins to really go at my pussy.

Jonas snorts and his mouth opens and closes a few times. I bite my lip as his hand comes up and scratches his forehead and then nearly yelp out loud as his other hand slides across and lands on my breast. I hold my breath and wait for him to open his eyes, but he never does. My problem now is that I am getting closer and closer to climax and I am unable to stop it for fear of Jonas finding out my secret. I can't pull away from Stephanie, Jonas will surely wake then. All I can do is lie there and wait to be brought to orgasm by Stephanie's delicious tongue. 

Since Jonas hasn't woken up with Stephanie talking so loudly, I hope that maybe he will sleep right through my orgasm. Then Stephanie will climb back out of bed and sneak out the way she had come, leaving Jonas none the wiser. I know it will be difficult to go through an orgasm without moving or making a sound, but I am determined to do it. I have to for the sake of my marriage.

Stephanie's tongue feels so good on my clit and if she just keeps licking and sucking on that I am going to have a nice little cum. Nothing I can't handle and still not move or so I think. Instead of just finishing me with her tongue though, Stephanie has other ideas.

I feel her pick her face up again and watch as she gets up on her knees between my legs. She is shaking the bed with each movement, causing a few more snorts and grunts from my still sleeping husband. I can see her face clearly as she stares down at me, but the rest of her body is in shadow. I think that maybe she is going to get up and go, leaving me wanting to cum, but knowing that it will be for the best if I don't.

Instead she smiles then leans forward and that is when I see what has been hidden by shadow. Strapped around her waist is a strap-on dildo and it is at this moment that her intentions become clear. I watch in horror as she leans down and places the tip of the large fake cock against my pussy.

"No please Stephanie," I whine, but she just shoves her hips forward, driving the full length inside me in one push. I grunt, feeling so full all of a sudden. She pulls back and drives it deep again then starts fucking me as hard as she can manage. The whole bed is jumping back and forth and Jonas's hand on my breast is bouncing around.

While Stephanie fucks me harder than Jonas ever has, she starts to talk very loudly. "You like my big cock fucking your wet pussy don't you slave? You like me to fuck you while your husband sleeps right beside you. What are you going to tell him when he wakes up?"

"No, please," I moan but I don't want her to stop. It feels so good and I am going to cum. She is fucking me so hard and so fast and my pussy is making obscene slurping sounds and her hips are slapping against my hot, wet pussy and then I am cumming and I don't care if my husband wakes up because it is so good. 

I wake up with a start and sit right up in bed, my eyes wide open but unseeing in the darkness of the night. My heart is pounding and I am sitting in a big wet spot. It has been a crazy, vivid, wild dream, so vivid in fact that I actually had an orgasm in my sleep. I go to rub my eyes and that is when I realize that my hand is covered in my cum. It is the smell that tips me off.

I sit here for a good minute or two and my eyes begin to adjust to the dim light enough to see that Jonas is not in bed with me. I look at the clock on my nightstand and see that it is very late. It isn't like Jonas to stay up so late, especially when he thought that I was sick. So I decide to go look for him. I climb out of bed, still naked and go searching. As I pad silently down the darkened hallway, I can hear voices coming from the living room. I creep up to the end of the hall and peer around the corner.

Jonas and Stephanie are engaged in a heated conversation. Stephanie is talking about her life before the move and how she had a boyfriend with a fetish for feet. Her laugh is infectious and I find myself smiling as I listen to her story from my hiding place in the hall. The way they are sitting is such that Jonas's back is toward me and Stephanie is facing me more or less. At one point while she is listening to Jonas, she takes a drink from her wine glass and spots me. Thinking that she is going to point out to Jonas that I am here, I quickly put my cum coated finger to my lips to shush her.

I see the half grin on her lips as she nods her head to prove that she is still listening to Jonas, who seems to be slurring his words a bit more than he normally does. I wonder briefly if she is trying to get him drunk enough to pass out so her and I could fuck. For some reason, I step out into the light so she can see my naked body.

I watch her try to keep up the conversation and keep glancing at me without being too obvious. Then she leans forward so that she is closer to Jonas and says, "You know, sometimes when I think about it, I wonder why I didn't make him into my personal foot slave." The whole time she is telling him this, she is looking over his shoulder at me. Before she leans back, she winks at me.

"What do you mean by a personal foot slave?" Jonas asks her and I sense that he may have been somewhat intrigued. There was a time when I wondered if Jonas had a thing for women's feet because there was a few times when we were playing around before making love and he would pick my feet up and kiss the bottoms. A few times he licked them and sucked my big toe into his mouth, a very strange, somewhat ticklish sensation, but really quite pleasant. 

I asked Jonas once if he liked my feet and he said that he liked my whole body. He seemed almost embarrassed that I would mention it, so I dropped the line of questioning and left it alone from then on. After that, it seemed like he played with my feet only when he had a few drinks in him and he spent very little time there.

"Well you know, he obviously was a foot freak who wanted to play with my feet and I won't lie to you, he was kind of hunky, in a goofy sort of way. I've often thought that I should have made him pledge his obedience to my feet. It might have been nice to have someone to lavish my aching feet." While Stephanie talks, she has kicked off her heels and is now holding up her feet, turning them this way and that.

Was that noise I just heard, the sound of my husband swallowing loudly? I think it probably was since he did that often when he was in a rather uncomfortable situation.

"Oh, yeah ah, I guess I see what you mean," Jonas replies in his halting way. I am used to that too.

"Jonas, what do you think of my feet?" Stephanie asks him, lifting both her feet up and toward him so he could see them better. 

She's moving in for the kill and I'm going to be the spectator. I wonder if she has gone to the bathroom yet and washed my cum from her foot. If she hasn't, it must smell strongly of my pussy.

Clearing his throat, another sign of nervousness, Jonas nods and says, "They're very nice feet Stephanie."

"Hmm, maybe you could be my secret foot slave Jonas. Would you like that?" Stephanie is laying it on thick and why the hell is my pussy so wet again?

"Uh, Stephanie I don't, I ah..." Jonas is flustered, so much that is certain and even though I can't see his lap, I am pretty sure that he has a fairly good sized hard on in his pants.

"Oh come on Jonas, don't try to hide it anymore. I saw your eyes going to my feet the minute I walked in here with those high heels on. In fact, I've been catching you staring at my feet all the time when I'm over here. When I take my shoes off you practically drool. I'm not judging you Jonas and I'll never make fun of you. If you like my feet, you can have them, if you'll agree to be my foot slave."

"Shit Stephanie I can't do that. I mean what would Megan think? Hell, if I even wanted to entertain the thought of doing that, you know, Megan would freak."

I see Stephanie flash me a glance then she places her feet right in his lap. I am standing here watching this gorgeous woman seduce my husband and I am so fucking wet again that I start to finger myself. It is a surreal situation for sure.

"We don't need to tell Megan," Stephanie purrs seductively and I hear a low moan from Jonas. I can just imagine what she is doing with her toes to his cock. "Besides, it's not really cheating. You'll just be playing with my feet." I watch as she lifts her feet up and places them on each of his shoulders. "Would you like to become my foot slave Jonas?"




The Neighbor Ch. 02



"I'm not..." Jonas begins. Before he gets too much further, Stephanie pulls her feet off his shoulders and places them against his face. From my vantage point, it looks like she has her toes against his mouth or just below his nose.

"Smell them Jonas. Breathe in the smell of my feet." Even from where I am, I can hear Jonas sniffing away at her feet. I can't believe he is actually doing it, but from the moans he is making, he is obviously enjoying it. "That's it. You like the smell of my feet don't you?"

"Mmmm, oh yes. Oh god Stephanie they smell so fucking good."

Jonas has taken Stephanie's feet in his hands and is pushing them all over his face. He is so into it that I begin to creep closer, hoping to get a slightly better view. 

"What do my feet smell like Jonas?"

"Mmmm, oh fuck, they smell like heaven. I love the smell of your feet Stephanie. I want to be your foot slave."

"You want to suck my feet Jonas?"

"Oh yes. Please let me suck your toes." 

Who is this man? Because it certainly isn't my husband. 

"Go on slave, you may have the honor of sucking my toes clean." 

I am quietly moving along the wall in front of the bookcase which gives me a slightly better side view of the action and from here I am able to crouch down behind our big overstuffed recliner. Now I am able to see nearly all the action and stay well enough hidden from Jonas' view.

Jonas has taken the big toe of Stephanie's right foot in his mouth and is sucking on it enthusiastically. I catch a glimpse of Stephanie's face and see that she seems to be enjoying the sensation.

"You shouldn't worry about your wife Jonas. Do you want to know why?" 

When Stephanie asks that question, I am almost certain that she is going to tell him everything. I can almost hear the words coming out of her mouth before she even opens her mouth. She will say something like 'You don't need to worry about Megan, because her and I have been fucking for weeks now and she is my personal sex slave.'

For his part, Jonas never stops sucking Stephanie's toes when she asks him the question. He just nods to indicate in the affirmative.

"Well Megan will never suspect you and I are doing anything because..." she leans close to him again and whispers "I'm a lesbian."

I hear the pop sound as Stephanie's toe pops out of Jonas's sucking mouth. It is kind of comical and I am so relieved that she has kept our secret, that I have to bite my lip to stop a sudden attack of the giggles from bursting forth and ruining my whole evening.

"You're a..."

"A lesbian Jonas. You can say it. Yes, I'm a lesbian. And the reason that Megan knows that I'm a lesbian is because I kind of tried to seduce her one day." Jonas snorts and then guffaws. "Hey, don't laugh at me," Stephanie says playfully and pushes her feet back up against his face again.

Jonas calms himself and insists, "Oh no, I'm not laughing at you Stephanie. I'm laughing at the thought of the look on Megan's face when you tried to seduce her. She must have been like, freaking out or something."

"Not at all. In fact, she was cool with it. Said she was flattered that I was interested in her. Megan is a beautiful woman Jonas. You should consider yourself lucky to have her."

Jonas doesn't reply because he has a mouth full of Stephanie's toes again. She only has one foot in his face because her other foot is rubbing the lump in his pants. In the meantime, I am rubbing my own clit, trying to have my third climax of the evening. I feel like such a slut, hiding and peeping and masturbating to the obscene things that Stephanie is doing to my husband. 

"My legs are getting tired foot slave, lay on the floor so I can rest my feet on your face," Stephanie instructs my husband, who is only too happy to oblige. He quickly gets down on the floor a lays on his back directly under her feet. Stephanie can look freely at me now and she places her left foot down over both of his eyes while her right foot rests on his mouth. "That's it slave, you work on the bottom of that foot for a while. Tell me foot slave, do you want to play with your little cock while you suck my feet? Do you want to make your cock shoot?"

I want to say that I can hear the guilt in his voice, but that would be a lie. Jonas is so excited, just as I had been with Stephanie, that I hear a muffled, "Oh yes, I want to."

"Then go ahead and pull your cock out slave, but you need to ask for my permission to cum. Do you understand that?"

"Yes." I hear then hear him fumbling with his pants.

Even crouching in the shadows where I am I can hear Jonas' tongue and lips licking and sucking away at the bottom of Stephanie's foot while he pulls his cock out. Then, with a wicked look in her eyes, Stephanie raises her hand and motions me to come to her side. I feel my heart racing as I peek around the edge of the chair at Jonas's face. His eyes are completely hidden by her foot. Cautiously, I slip out from behind the chair, never taking my eyes off Stephanie's foot and stand beside the arm of the sofa, trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement.

Jonas looks rather silly lying flat on his back with his cock, hand and Stephanie's two feet resting on his face. One thing I notice right away is how dark the head of his cock is. He is obviously very turned on and likely won't last long, kind of like me at the moment.

Stephanie reaches out and slides one hand up my stomach to my left breast which she begins to fondle. She takes my nipple between her thumb and forefinger and plays with it, making it swell and causes my knees to nearly buckle. Her other hand slides between my legs and I feel her fingers glide into my soaking slit.

I damn near moan out loud and totally screw myself, but I manage to stifle myself by biting on the palm of my hand. My other hand is on the back of the sofa holding myself up. The sounds of Stephanie's fingers squishing through my steamy pussy is an incredible turn on, as is the sound and sight of my husband stroking his cock right in front of me. I am worried that Jonas will attempt to see what is going on, but he is preoccupied with his own pleasure and the risk is a thrill that heightens my excitement.  

Stephanie's middle and ring finger slide inside me and she uses them like a hook, pulling me forward so I bump against the side of the sofa. She is also putting pressure on the inner wall of my clit and touching my G-spot. I feel my pussy contract around her fingers and suddenly Stephanie is pinching and twisting my nipple painfully. I moan as my orgasm begins then clamp my mouth shut halfway through the moan. I am cumming again and the pain in my nipple is somehow intensifying it.

I hear muffled words coming from the floor as my husband starts asking Stephanie if everything is alright. I guess he must have heard me moan or something, but I can't take it back, all I can do is make sure I don't do it again. Stephanie tells him to stop talking and keep licking then she adds, "And don't you dare try to peek up here and see what I'm doing to myself or I won't let you cum." A brilliant touch I think.

Stephanie keeps tugging away with her fingers buried deep inside me, dragging my orgasm out until I finally collapse and nearly wind up on the floor. Her whole palm comes out full of my cum, a white milky mixture that she rubs all over my face as I kneel beside the sofa catching my breath. Jonas is still unaware of my presence and still munching away on the bottom of Stephanie's sole while stroking on his swollen cock. I look at my sexy neighbor sitting on the sofa and mouth the words thank you to her then smile the smile of the perfectly content. 

From the floor we hear Jonas' muffled voice call out, "Please, may I cum now?"

"Yes slave, you have earned your orgasm."

Before she has even finished saying the words, Jonas grunts and a thick blast of cum flies from the tip of his cock and lands in a plop on his chest. Several more squirts followed, with one large drop landing on the side of Stephanie's foot.

I am enthralled with the show and can't take my eyes off all the cum that is covering Jonas's chest and stomach. Stephanie takes my face in her hand and turns me so that I am facing her. She leans in, put her lips to my ear and whispers just barely loud enough for me to hear, "You have five seconds to leave the room, starting now."

An ice cold chill shoots up my spine as I realize what she means to do. I don't wait around to see if she is telling the truth or not. I somehow find the strength to push myself up onto my legs which feel like they are made of gelatin and quickly rush out of the room. 

As I am heading around the corner, I hear Stephanie saying, "You've made a mess all over yourself and on my feet Jonas, I'll expect you to clean my feet with your tongue."

I make my way down the hall and into my bedroom where I quietly close the door then jump into my bed and cover up. My heart is beating so fast from the adrenaline of nearly being caught and from the intense orgasm that I just had. As I lay in my bed steadying my breathing, I can't get the sight of my husband masturbating himself on the floor while Stephanie's feet cover his face, out of my head. Things have taken an exciting turn and I wonder where it is all headed.

I lay here for a while before I realize that I still have my cum drying on my face. My first instinct is to jump up and run to the bathroom so I can wash the mess, but then I am worried that I have waited too long and Jonas will soon be coming in to bed. How long have I been there trying to calm my nerves? I really don't know, but I know that it has been at least a few minutes, which is more than enough time for Stephanie to leave and Jonas to be headed in my direction.

Of course if Jonas catches me in the bathroom, I can just say that I woke up and had to pee, a perfectly plausible reason to be in the bathroom, but what if he is in there washing himself of all his cum? At this moment, just about the time I decide to go clean the mess off my face and as I start to roll over to get out of bed, I hear the squeak of the floorboards right outside the door of the bedroom. I drop back on the bed and freeze just as the bedroom door opens and Jonas creeps into the dark room. 

Doing my best to pretend to be asleep, I focus on keeping my breathing slow and steady, not easy with my heart racing. Jonas carefully climbs into bed beside me and I decide to use this opportunity to pretend to wake up. This way I can say that I have to pee and go wash my face. Doing my best waking up impression, I suck in a deep breath and stretch my arms over my head.

I hoped that Jonas would just pretend to be asleep while I quietly climb out of bed and make my way to the bathroom, but as I start to sit up, I hear him say, "Hey, how are you feeling?"

Still pretending, I sleepily reply, "Mmmm, I feel better. Have to piss."

The last thing I expect is for Jonas to kiss me, but that is just what he does. I am leaning on my elbow in the dark, trying to play the part of a just waking person, when he leans in and kisses me on the lips. For a split second, I don't even realize the implications of this kiss then he pulls away and I hear him smacking his lips like he is trying to distinguish what he has tasted.

My first thought is oh shit! because I think that he must know the taste, but then I notice a taste from his mouth and after licking my lips I realize that it is a mixture of Stephanie's feet and cum. There is a sticky but creamy, bitter tasting flavor on his lips, one that I am not totally unfamiliar with and beneath that is just a hint of foot or so I think. It isn't extremely pleasant, but I've never been a fan of the taste of cum. 

I scoot to the edge of the bed and climb to my feet on still shaky legs, wondering why Jonas hasn't cleaned his mouth before coming to bed and kissing me. Once in the bathroom, I look at my weary face in the mirror and shudder. If the light had been on and Jonas had seen my face, he would have thought that I had put on face cream but didn't rub it in. I turn on the sink and use a washcloth to scrub my face clean then brush my teeth and pee before heading to bed for some much needed sleep.

The next day I find out from Stephanie that she had scooped up all his cum and fed it to him, smearing it around his lips like she had done to me and then ordered him to leave it and kiss me on the lips when he got in bed.

She really has a certain kinkiness to her. That much is certain.



The Neighbor Ch. 02



"I-I love it. I love Natalie's wet pussy. Please just fuck me harder!!!"

She sounded like a drug addict begging for a fix.

"Yeah that's it you fucking bitch."

"OOOHH...YESSS...I'm cummmm..."

Mary came again and again. 

"Good girl. I'm going to reward you now bitch. Suck on your husband's cock. Put it in your mouth now bitch!"

Mary didn't hesitate. She leaned down and grabbed her husband's limp penis. She started sucking on it. He peeked up at him and he was still lost in unconsciousness. He was in a very deep sleep. Deep down inside, however, she was hoping he would wake up and see her being fucked by another man. She didn't know why.

"Yes bitch. That's it. Suck that cock good."

Mary rocked her hips back on Joe's cock as she continued to lick and slurp on Don's dick. No matter what happened, though, it wouldn't get hard. Something inside her was starting to change. She was losing respect for her husband. She was losing total respect for him. That's when she came to the realization that this is what she was meant for. She was meant to be used.

"Okay bitch. It's my turn."

Joe quickly flipped Mary onto her back and started slow stroking her pussy. He quickly worked himself ready.

"Where do you want it bitch???"

"Oh please..."

"Answer me slut. Where do you want it??"

"F-fill me. Fill me with your cum. OOOOOO..."

Mary's words alone were enough to send her to yet another orgasm.

"FUCKING WHOREEEEE"

Joe collapsed on top of her as he let his cock drain inside of her.

"Ohhh baby. You're better than your daughter is. Trust me. That little pig ain't got nothing on you bitch."

For some reason the words gave Mary a sense of pride. She watched silently as Joe stood up and put his overalls back on. Mary knelt down on the bed and looked up, leaning over her very own husband, and stared disappointed as Joe walked out. Then she saw something that filled her with happiness. Mike was standing back in the doorway.

"What'd you think?"

"She was the goods man. As good as the pig next door if not better. If she were to gain some weight like then she'd be perfect!"

"Good. Your boys are outside. They got your bike ready and they're ready to go."

The two men hugged as Joe left the room. Mary waited eagerly for Mike to say something to her.

Mike said nothing as he entered the room and grabbed Mary by the hair. She was becoming accustomed to this treatment. He lifted her onto   her husband, positioning her ass right on Don's face. 

"Okay cunt. You've proven to be a worthy slave."

Mike then turned and left the room. Mary stared in agony. She wanted to serve him. She knew that one day she would get her chance. She swore it.



The Neighbor Ch. 03



Taylor left Tom trying to catch his breath, kneeling in the middle of his living room floor covered in a sheen of sweat. As he came down from his high the realization of what had transpired started to hit him. He had never really fantasized about being submissive to a woman the way Taylor was requiring him to be but the orgasms were more intense than anything he had ever experienced. It was for that reason alone he decided to play along with her a little longer and see what other things she knew to get his motor running.

Tom picked himself up off the floor and went about cleaning up the mess he had made. Lisa would be home the next day and Tom found himself worrying a bit about keeping himself from having an orgasm during sex. A week on the road and he was pretty sure Lisa would be good and horny. He thought perhaps he could just give her oral to get her off and avoid intercourse or with a little luck she would be on her period and he would have a few more days to figure things out.

As things turned out Lisa was on her period when she got home so Tom got a little breathing room to figure out how he was going to juggle jerking off for Taylor and sleeping with his wife without blowing his wad. One thing was for sure he was going to need to jerk off again before Lisa was ready for sex if he was going to hold out and the only way to do that and keep the situation going with Taylor was to call Taylor and ask her permission.

Tom waited for Lisa to step out for a little shopping and picked up the phone and dialed Taylor's number figuring if Mike picked up he could just pretend he was calling him to go out and grab a beer sometime soon.

"Hello," a feminine voice answered.

"Um," Tom stuttered as he was about to say Taylor and then remembered what she wanted to hear," hello Miss Taylor."

"Oh hello little Tommy how are you baby?" her voice was sexy yet a little condescending making Tom feel like he was talking to someone who did not have the time to bother will him.

"I'm well Miss Taylor I was just wondering if I could...I mean if you could...well tell me how to touch myself Miss Taylor," he was hoping he had asked her in a satisfying manner. Just hearing her voice had his cock stirring already.

"Hmmm...baby are you in need so soon?"

"Yes please Miss Taylor."

"Tommy I don't hear it in your voice," she responded.

"Please Miss Taylor I'll do anything," Tom said in his best attempt at begging.

"Well I'm still not sure Tommy but we can fix that. Why don't you reach down and unzip your fly and take your cock out for me," Tom immediately did as told.

Taylor not waiting for confirmation other than the stirring she heard through the phone continued on," now start to slowly stroke your cock for me. You know how wet I get when you stroke nice and slow for me. Up and down little Tommy...yes baby just do like Miss Taylor tells you." Taylor could hear Tom's breathing start to deepen through the phone and smiled to herself. She continued on aware that Tom was getting more dependent than he knew and it was time to prove it to him.

"Oh yes Tommy I hear you getting so hot for me. Slowly milking that cock for your Mistress. Nice and slow the way Miss Taylor likes it. You know what I like to do after a sub has proven himself to me? I love tying him down and riding his cocks nice and slow so I get off over and over before deciding if I will let him finish himself off on his own. Tell me how bad you want me to do that to you baby?"

"Oh Miss...oh god yes Miss Taylor," Tom was getting fuzzy headed again and it was all he could do to keep his hand from moving faster on his cock.

"When you start shaking baby stop and breath deeply like I showed you until the shaking stops and you feel composed again," Tom's hand stopped moving and he started breathing deeply and evenly as the quivers ran through his body.

"That's right baby just breathe for me. Let your breathing calm you. Just deep breaths in and out, that's right," Taylor made her voice soft and even giving Tom a soothing feeling as he settled back in.

"Now Tommy I want you to repeat that twice more today and at least three times a day, every day, until you hear from me. Do not ask me to instruct you again."

"But Miss Taylor Lisa..."

Taylor cut Tom off mid-sentence," I do not care about your little wife's needs Tommy if you want to serve me you need figure out how to keep with my wishes first and foremost. Understood?"

"Yes Miss Taylor," Tom's voice could not hide his disappoint at being denied release.

"Tommy every time you cum for me it's going to be more intense than the last but in order for me to give you that gift you are going to have to do as I say and keep me happy."

"Yes Miss Taylor."

"Oooo that's a good boy Tommy," Taylor purred," now put your hand back on your cock and stroke slowly until you can't hold back then stop...and repeat."

Tom's started his hand moving to repeat the edging process again and his breaths started coming deeply again," that's right baby, I will talk to you soon baby. Be a good little boy for Miss Taylor," and then came a click followed by a dial tone.

Tom started to think how ridiculous the whole thing was becoming but his hand kept moving and he found himself edging just as Taylor told him to do. He went through the same process by himself the next with thoughts of Taylor in his head. He found her in his thoughts more and more and every time he did he wanted to touch himself. He found he was torn between the madness of it all and the sexual excitement that came with it.

After two more days of edging Tom was at work and dreading a trip home after a very suggestive email from his wife. Tonight there was no avoiding Lisa and he knew he was a goner if she got as aggressive as she sometimes did when coming off her period. These reports he was reading through just were not sinking in as his mind kept drifting off. Thoughts of how he was going to keep his composure so he could have another session with Taylor. Taylor and her sexy voice. Her legs encased in black nylons held up by garters. Her beautiful breasts and confidence that just made him want to rub his cock up against just about anything available to him...

The phone beeping bought Tom out of his daydream and a voice came through the speaker," Phone for you Tom," his secretary Denise said. Tom kept things casual with her and always insisted she call him by first name. She was a sweet woman earlier fifties but still sexy. She had the confidence of a mature woman, a confidence like Taylor...

He shook himself back to the present," Who is it Denise?"

"She said her name was Taylor Allen," Tom jumped at the mention of his neighbor's name and tried to not to sound too anxious, "put her through Denise."

The speaker clicked off and the phone rang once before Tom picked up, "Hello."

"Is that how you address me when it's just the two of us talking Tommy?" Taylor scolded.

"Um...hello Miss Taylor. I am sorry I wanted to make sure it was you before addressing you Miss," Tom replied to cover his misstep.

"Hmmm well I guess I can understand that. Have you been doing as I told you baby?"

"Yes Miss Taylor, every day."

"Have you been thinking about me every time you edge baby?" her smooth tone had Tom's cock at full attention causing his pants to tent up under his desk and they had been on the phone for less than a minute..

"Oh yes Miss Taylor," Tom was surprised at the eager response he heard come from his own mouth.

"Have you been thinking about me a lot in between too?" Tom could not miss the sound of amusement in Taylor's voice when she asked.

"All the time Miss."

"Oooo Tommy you are making me so happy. Why don't you start rubbing your cock through pants for me while we talk? Just take it nice and slow for me," Tom wasted no time in moving his hand down to grab his cock as best he could through his pants and began stroking. The lust he started to feel as soon as he heard Taylor's voice went from a small campfire to a blistering inferno in seconds as his hand started to move up and down. A muffled sigh escaped his lips as the lust welled up inside him.

"That's what I like to hear from you little Tommy. You know how good it feels when Mistress Taylor is in control. It's going to feel so good when I let you cum for me today."

The thought of that happening right now made Tom aware of the problems with him cumming in his office but he just moved his hand to pop open the button on his pants.

Taylor as usual seemed to read his thoughts," Now don't free your cock from your pants baby. If you want to cum for me today you are going to have to keep your pants on. I only like your cock free when you are kneeling in front of me."

"But Miss I can't..." Tom sputtered out but was cut off," If you don't want release baby we can just edge a few times over the phone...but I don't know when I'll be in the mood to have you cum for me again," she trailed off.

Tom's thought about how long he could go through more edging and his lust was making it hard to think clearly and all he could come up with was," anything you wish Miss."

Taylor let out a quiet, throaty laugh," oh Tommy...you're learning so well. You feel all that lust built up and know you need me to help you get it out. You want it sooooo bad," she drawled out.

"Yes Miss Taylor," Tom quietly moaned as his hand kept moving up and down.

"Tommy I am not sure how much more I can do this for you unless our relationship is more formal..." she trailed off.

"Please Miss," Tom begged," please...anything," the feeling of desperate lust was rushing through him and he was all too aware of Taylor being responsible for it.

"Well if that's how you feel Tommy I suppose I could be your Mistress..."

"Yes...yes," Tom jumped on the opening," yes Mistress Taylor."

"Tommy I have to confess," she said with a smile in her voice," I am getting so wet right now. Oh the desperation in your voice gets me so hot, I think I'll put my hand down inside my panties," Tom was picturing her hand with red painted nails dropping smoothly down into black lace panties as she spoke.

"Mmmmm, yes baby," she moaned softly," oh I'll just have to imagine your cock sliding in...and out instead of my finger," Tom was stroking slowly but thought he might cum anyway in the face of Taylor's oration.

"If you have to stop and practice your breathing then do it Tommy. My subs never cum before I do," Tom immediately stopped and took a deep breath in order to get his composure back marveling at how she was always one step ahead of him.

Taylor kept going," you had better work hard on holding back baby because when it's my pussy and not your hand I am not going to stop until I am satisfied," Taylor's breathing was getting deeper on the other side of the phone and Tom's hand started moving up and down on his cock again.

"Oh Tommy it's not your hand it's my pussy...going up and down...up and down. Yes baby," Taylor losing her composure to passion just made Tom all the more excited," yes that's it. Your cock encased by the best pussy you'll ever have. Ooooo yeah, faster baby," Tom's hand moved faster without a thought and his breathing became ragged as he held his climax at bay with all his might. Taylor's moans came faster and louder with each moment.

"Ohhh fuck yes...your cock is mine baby...my pussy has your cock all wrapped up just the way I have you all wrapped up...yessss," Taylor moaned out as an orgasm overcame her.

Tom's hand kept moving and the sweat on his brow showed how much effort he was exerting to hold back. Taylor's words and moans just made him fall deeper.

"Yes Tommy," she breathed as she recovered from her climax," you feel yourself dropping down into subspace for me. Don't you?"

"Uhh...yes," he moaned.

"Make a little mess to show your Mistress how much you appreciate her," Tom tried to keep quiet but a soft cry still slipped from his mouth as a climax rocked through him and "yes Mistress Taylor" was repeated by him over and over.

"Oh feel it Tommy. You are all mine now."

As Taylor spoke Tom felt his boxers get soaked with semen and a small sense of embarrassment overcame him but he pushed it aside and his thoughts returned to Taylor.

"I know it can be hard serving me but the rewards are worth. Don't you think Tommy?" Taylor asked with amusement.

"Yes Mistress," was the only response his sapped body could muster at the moment.

"Good boy. Now clean yourself up and don't forget I want you edging every day at least three times. Now you might think I am crazy to say you might want to edge more than that but when your thoughts dwell on me too much you won't be able to help yourself," Tom thought for a moment that he had her fooled about this whole thing and then he felt the wet semen in his pants again and could only reply," yes Mistress."



The Neighbor Ch. 04



It had been a couple of days since Tom had heard from Taylor. He had managed to have sex with Lisa twice since then and had to say that holding back orgasm did not make Lisa happy and he was sure she had not reached orgasm either. Needless to say it made things at home a little difficult for him. Lisa was due to go back on the road and Tom was hoping to have some sort of answer to his problems by the time she returned. He kept edging like Taylor had instructed him and was surprised to find he was getting better at holding back. Sometimes at work he would even find himself stroking his cock at his desk reliving the scene Taylor had created for him on the phone.

Tom frequently thought he was being ridiculous and the added stress at home was making him think he had to sever his relationship, if one could call it that, with Taylor. He always thought the saying that men were led around by their dicks did not apply to him but now he was not so sure. Thoughts of Taylor were constant in his mind. Every time he thought about her his cock would get hard and all he wanted to do was take hold of it and start stroking his way to orgasm.

Tom found himself on his couch watching television as his thoughts drifted back to Taylor and his hand rubbed on his cock through his pants. He was on his back as Taylor rode him. Her hips moving up and down sliding her wet pussy up and down on his cock causing moans to come from both of them...

The front door opening and closing brought him out of his fantasy and he wondered if Lisa had cut her trip short. "Who else could have gotten in unless they had a key?" he thought. His question was answered as Taylor walked into the living wearing a long, black rain coat and a lascivious smile.

Tom started to rise off the couch," Don't get up baby," Taylor said as her hand moved up to unbutton her coat. Tom watched as she stared at him while her hands moved from button to button his eyes taking in her lovely hands with red painted finger nails. Taylor pulled the coat off to reveal her outfit which was a skin tight black leather body suit. Her boots were identical black leather with zippers on the inside of her leg coming to an end just below her knees. The suit covered everything but her hands, neck and head. Tom drank in the sight of her but the thought of how crazy this was getting in light of his current problems with Lisa was winning out over his hardening cock.

"Mistress please," he started then changed his tact," listen Taylor things are getting tense with Lisa. Neither one of us is enjoying sex, she's unhappy and I am suffering for it."

"Oh poor Tommy," Taylor said as she sauntered over to the couch setting herself down by Tom's waste. Tom began to rise again but Taylor extended a hand to Tom's chest gently pushing him back to lie down as he looked up at her smiling face.

"Tom you are so stressed," she began as her hand slowly rubbed his chest," you need to relax baby. Lisa won't be a problem, Mistress Taylor's taken care of that," Tom wondered what she meant but the thought was quickly pushed aside as he felt her hand start moving down to caress his stomach. He did not know of anything else he wanted more at that moment than to feel Taylor's hand take hold of his cock.

"Look me in the eyes Tommy," his eyes found hers immediately in response to her request," have you found yourself edging more than the prescribed three times a day?"

"Yes Mistress," Tom responded as he looked into her deep blue eyes.

"No wonder you are so frustrated then," her hand continued down while she spoke and moved to the inside of his thigh which she stroked up and down always stopping just short of his erection," why don't we do some breathing to help you relax? Just breathe in through your nose and hold it for a few seconds," Tom did as told, filling his lungs," one...two...three...now let it out slowly," Tom followed Taylor's count and exhaled. "Again baby, deep breath in, good. One...two...three...and let it out slowly."

Taylor's hand continued stroking Tom's thigh with her hand while she spoke," just keep breathing slowly and deeply Tommy. That's right, just relax for me. Concentrate on my hand rubbing up and down your thigh as you breathe in...and out...in....and out." Taylor's voice came out soft and steady as Tom listened and found himself settling down.

"That's right Tommy just look into my eyes and breathe. Let all the tension out of your body. Feel it trail out through your fingers and toes. Yessss baby feels so good to just relax and listen to Mistress Taylor. It's okay if you feel your eyes getting a bit heavy now, you want to relax for me. That's right," Tom did feel his eyes starting to close and knew how good it would feel to..." let them close. That's right just let your heavy eyes close. It feels so good to sleep for me. You feel the pleasure that comes from sleeping for me. Just falling down and finding the warm comfort of sleep." Tom's eyes had closed as his chest rose and fell in a slow steady rhythm. Taylor kept speaking as she continued to deepen Tom's trance.

"Just breathe deeply and think of what you were thinking when you saw me walk into the room. What color nail polish did I have on Tom?"

Tom answered," red."

"That's right Tommy. Was I wearing shoes or boots?"

"Boots."

"What color are my eyes Tommy?"

"Blue."

"That's right. How do you think I got in the house?" Tom's mind searched for an answer as Taylor fingers suddenly snapped," drop deeper Tommy. That's right. Feel yourself drop down. Unaware of your body, your thoughts slipping out of reach as you relax for me. You feel the pleasure I bring you as you relax. Notice the warm feeling of pleasure building between your legs. That's right Tommy. That feeling is brought to you by listening to my voice"

Tom had thoughts in his mind that Taylor was hypnotizing him but he felt so good. Taylor was his Mistress. He trusted her with his pleasure..."and your pleasure belongs to me Tommy. Only I give you pleasure like this. You know the truth of what I say Tommy. Your cock gets hard whenever you hear my voice doesn't it?"

What sounded something like "yes" came from Tom's mouth as he breathed out. Taylor moved her hand up to find Tom's erection which caused Tom to take in a quick breath," yesssss...that's right Tommy. Only I bring you pleasure like this. Trust in the pleasure and trust in my voice. That's right...you find trust in the pleasure of my voice."

Taylor's voice continued her assault on Tom's mind as her hand assaulted his cock," you only feel pleasure like this when you hear my voice...you only feel pleasure like this from Mistress Taylor...that's right...who is your Mistress?"

"Mistress Taylor."

"Who brings you the most pleasure?"

"Mistress Taylor."

"Does my voice bring you pleasure?"

"Yes."

"When do you think I will let you cum?" again Tom's mind grasped for an answer and Taylor's fingers snapped," drop deeper for me. Feel yourself spiraling down for me. I control your pleasure Tom. Your pleasure controls your mind. I control your pleasure and your pleasure controls your mind..." Tom found himself thinking how right Taylor was, he knew his mind was always on how much she turned him on. So his pleasure did control his mind," and I control your pleasure...so if I control your pleasure and your pleasure controls your mind Tommy then I control your mind," he felt something click inside him as his thoughts were on how Taylor controlled his mind. His mind and pleasure," belong to me Tommy."

Taylor only had some triggers to put in place before she was ready to bring Tom out of his trance," from now on Tommy when you hear me say 'on your knees slave' your mind will drop down to this suggestible place. That's right, my thoughts are your thoughts. Each time you go into trance for me you go deeper than before. You fall even deeper as you here the words 'on your knees slave'...you are so happy with the way I make you feel. So happy to give up control of your mind and thoughts to me. Your pleasure controlled by me, your mind controlled by your pleasure, your mind controlled by me through your pleasure."

Tom felt nothing but the warmness in between his legs, a slow building pressure as the warmness built up," and when you finally do release Tommy all the suggestions I have given you will be accepted by your mind. All my words will be cemented into your subconscious when you cum. Now I am going to wake you Tommy and you may find yourself forgetting all I have said as my words slip slowly out of your conscious mind and root themselves deep into your subconscious."

Taylor slowly unzipped Tom's pants and pulled his cock out," now Tommy feel yourself drifting back up to consciousness. You will awake feeling relaxed and happy under my control. The feeling returning to your hands and feet as your mind comes back to your surroundings. The sensation of my hand moving up and down your cock as you slowly open your eyes and look upon your Mistress," Tom's eyes fluttered open and he took in the sight of Taylor's beauty as he felt her slowly stroking his cock.

"That's good Tommy," Taylor lowered her face a few inches from Tom's staring into his eyes," you are getting closer to your deepest fantasy Tommy," she said as her wonderful hand job made him start to squirm. "Oh you are going to cum with my hand on your cock, next time it might be my hot warm pussy," he felt her going faster and the pressure of the imminent orgasm grow. A part of him seemed to say that if he came for her right now there was no turning back.

"Oh you want to cum for my hand don't you Tommy?" she said with a small hint of amusement.

Any thought of holding back disappeared as he felt the hot cum spew from his cock and land on his chest as he continually cried out "yes Mistress Taylor..."



The Neighbor Ch. 05



It was hard for Tom to make the adjustments in his life but he could not find a way to say no when Taylor set him to task. In a way he felt relieved at times giving all that control up. Now he simply acted on command. He still had wants but his wants were to keep his Mistress happy. Each day was a set regimen of things he would do and he felt he was keeping up with his relationship with his wife but as each day passed Lisa seemed more annoyed with him.

Things had kept up this way for Tom for almost a month. Lisa spent half the time out of town anyway so that gave him ample time to take care of Mistress Taylor's demands and needs. He was feeling pretty good about things as he walked into the house after work one day and heard voices in the living room.

He crossed into the room to see Lisa sitting on the couch speaking with Taylor. Mike felt a bit uneasy at seeing them together. While they often spent time together Mike had not been in both their company at the same time since his ordeal with Taylor began, "Well look whose home from a hard day at the grindstone, "Taylor remarked with a smile.

"Yeah, hard day, good to be home, "Tom's uneasiness grew not using the proper address at being in Taylor's presence. 

"Honey Taylor and I were just getting ready to settle up on a little bet we had going, "Lisa commented.

"What kind of bet was it, "Tom searched each of their faces in turn.

Lisa and Taylor shared a glance and Taylor smiled widely at Lisa who seemed to have just a little poutiness to her countenance. Taylor spoke first, "why don't I just show you Lisa, "Taylor turned her head back and stared Tom in the eyes, "on your knees slave, "her sultry voice said.

Tom was in the middle of thinking how he would get out of a fine mess with Lisa as he found himself sinking to his knees on the floor. Taylor turned back to Lisa, "I told you sweetie, any man is breakable. Forget reason or being sweet all you really have to do is get a hold of his sexual energy. Men spend every day fighting urges society tells them are wrong and after a while it gets to be exhausting for them. Some rape, some go to whores or strip clubs, some look at porn, and some simply fantasize so they can release and be free. Tom is likely a porn or fantasy guy because his main concern is still his love for you."

Tom was still on his knees and aware of the conversation taking place but could not move or speak at the moment, "you think that would stop him, "Lisa said acidly.

"Don't blame him sweetie, all he did was what comes natural to him. I used and manipulated those urges to get past all his defenses and in the end I had to use hypnosis to properly alter his behavior patterns. If Tom was even a little lesser of a man I would not have needed it."

Lisa looked from Tom to Taylor as she took in what Taylor was telling him, "So now how to I get him the way I want him?" she asked Taylor.

Taylor let out a soft laugh, "oh dear that's easy. Taylor turned to look at Tom, "relax deeper for me Tommy, breathe deep and relax...now sleep, "with a snap of her fingers Tom's eyes slammed shut. He could hear a voice in his thoughts as he drifted off, "to a deep sleep, that's right Tommy feel all your thoughts fading away..."

When Tom awoke he found he was lying in Lisa and his bed and from looking at the window determined it was night time. He went to get up and found he could not move though he was not sure anything substantial was holding him down, "so you're awake now?" He immediately identified the voice as his wife's.

Lisa looked down at him with her blue eyes. She was wearing a black silk nightie that stood in sharp contrast to her well tanned skin, "time to solidify the changes that were made then my little Tommy, "she smiled as she climbed on the bed and straddled his waist, "does the sound of my voice make you feel good Tommy?"

"Yes Mistress, "came out and Tom could only wonder why he had called his wife Mistress.

"Yes it does, and you feel so relaxed. So at ease and as you relax more you feel the pleasure that listening to my voice brings you, "Tom could only stare up at his wife as she slowly deepened his trance, "ohhhh yes Tommy you are getting so turned on by all the wonderful pleasure I am bringing you. You have been reprogrammed and now will know soooo much pleasure as you are about to surrender to me completely, "Lisa inserted Tom's hard cock into her warm pussy and slowly began moving up and down. She softly moaned as she began closing her eyes as she moved up and down.

Tom's body felt like it was on fire and his cock felt as if it had been electrified by Lisa's warm, wet sex.

"Yes Tommy pussy goes up and down washing away all resistance to my voice. You want so badly to surrender to me don't you my sweet?"

"Yes Mistress, "he responded.

"You've always wanted this haven't you baby? To be mine utterly and completely?"

"Yes Mistress, "somewhere something clicked inside Tom's mind and he knew she was right, he had always wanted this. To serve his wife like the goddess she was.

Lisa's hips began moving faster and her voice started repeating the word "yes" with each thrust. Tom's voice quickly began to echo hers as they moved together towards ecstasy. The heat between them seemed to build exponentially and they both cried out in climax at the same time.

Lisa slowly recovered from her orgasm as she thought back o her conversation earlier that night with Taylor, "You aren't as vindictive as I am sweetie. Trust me in a month you will be so happy with the changes in Tom you won't want to punish him like that. Just remember to use the controls we've programmed to control when he can and can't orgasm and you will find him always eager to please. Remember he loves you and now it will be on your terms."

Lisa came back to the moment looking down at her husband who was still in a hypnotic daze and smiled as she started to reinforce his triggers and commands. Just a little bet between friends led her to this. She owed Taylor one cooked meal a week for a year and she got an education in feminine power and hypnosis. It was funny really, Taylor knew Tom was the better cook of the two and Lisa was sure she had cooked her last meal in this house. That was the whole point of this experiment after all.



The Neighbor Ch. 02



The next two days seemed to drag on forever, my excitement about the weekend growing with each passing hour. At last the day arrived. I prepared my special lasagna, with salad and bread on the side, all washed down with a good bottle of Bordeaux. After dinner, we retired to the living room for cocktails. 

Steve sat on the couch, my husband took his usual spot in his easy chair, and I sat beside Steve. We talked for awhile, learning that Steve had moved here six months after his wife had passed away, cancer claiming her much too early. As my husband went to refill our drinks we heard his curse from the kitchen. The icemaker was on the fritz, he announced. He would run down the street to the convenience store and buy a bag.

Unbeknownst to Steve, that was a bald-faced lie! As soon as my husband was gone, I scooted closer to Steve. My hand touched his chest. He looked at me with alarm, about to protest. I put a finger to his lips to hush him. His mouth opened, and I inserted my finger. He began to suck it as my other hand worked the buttons of his shirt, and then slipped beneath the fabric to run through his chest hairs. Finding a nipple, I tweaked it playfully. Your husband, Steve questioned more than protested. Shhh, silly, I answered, he's okay with this.... If you are. I then explained our fantasy, me to have sex with another man, my husband to play photographer. Steve didn't need to tell me how he felt about this. The suddenly noticeable bulge in his trousers was all the answer I needed.

I smiled at Steve, then stood and slowly unbuttoned my dress. It fell to the floor, revealing my purple corset and black silk hose. Steve reached out a hand and brushed the curls of my pubic hair. I spread my legs a bit and his fingers glided across my already wet slit. At that moment, my husband returned and Steve yanked his hand back rapidly, his face reddening. Starting without me? My husband asked, which assured Steve that what was about to happen was completely okay.

I pushed Steve back into the cushions of the couch while my husband went to retrieve the camera. I knelt on the floor between Steve's legs and rapidly worked the fly of his pants. What met my eyes when the zipper was down was a greater treat than I could have expected. His erect penis popped through the fly of his boxers and was a full three inches longer and twice as thick as my husband's! Even better, he was circumcised. For some reason, I have a bit of an aversion to foreskin. 

I wasted no time lower my head to his lap and taking his cock into my mouth. It was so hot! I reached into his drawers and pulled on his scrotum. Steve moaned and made to push my head off him as I felt his cock twitch. Oh my! Before I could disengage, the first spurt of his hot semen hit the roof of my mouth. Pulling off, I stroked his shaft as spurt after spurt of sticky white cum splattered on my face, drenching my chin, nose, tongue. I rubbed his still shooting penis across my chest, milking the last of his ejaculate onto my creamy white skin. Leaned back and smiled up at Steve, wiping his jism from my face with the tissue he offered.

I'm sorry, he apologized, but it had been so long since he had felt the touch of a woman's' lips and tongue. I hushed him, telling him I loved it, which was not a lie. I looked to my husband, who was beaming. Isn't she the best? He asked Steve, and then announced that he had gotten some great shots and suggested we retire to the bedroom so he could load them onto the computer.

Once in the bedroom, I helped Steve out of his clothes, marveling at the hardness of his body. As I ran a hand across the muscles of his arms and chest, he told us that one way he tried to relieve the strong sexual urges he had was through strenuous workouts. My hands moved to his buttocks, feeling the hardness there, while my eyes marveled at his penis. Even soft, it seemed so much bigger than to what I was accustomed. A part of me wondered if it would hurt if we were to fuck.

My husband suggested Steve and I lie on the bed while he proceeded to show us the pictures of my very brief blow job. I could tell they excited Steve as much as they did me by the way his cock suddenly began to grow. Within minutes, he was rock hard again. I reached out to stroke it, but he pushed me back onto the bed. Your turn, he told me, then turned and winked at my husband, who was again aiming the camera.

Steve proceeded to massage my breasts through the material of the corset until my nipples were rock hard. His faced leaned into mine and his tongue parted my lips. I abandoned all decorum and began to suck on it as it plunged deep into my mouth. His hand had slid between my legs and two fingers were inserted into my red hot vagina.

I began to move in rhythm with his hand, all the way our tongues dueled and his other hand played with my breast. He pulled back, reached out, and pulled down the top of my corset. My breasts rolled free. He sat there a moment, his fingers still working my pussy, and admired the milky mounds. You have great tits, he said. Size 36Ds, I laughed, squeezing my thighs together to hold his fingers inside me. His mouth moved to my breasts, sucking and licking first one, then the other nipple, while his tongue found my clit and began to roll it beneath its hood. His head moved down, across my corset and to the thicket of pubic hair above my slit. His two fingers emerged from my vagina and spread the lips of my labia wide. 

I started as I felt his breath across the sensitive tissue of my cunt, and then his tongue began to work. While not as good at finding my pleasure spots as hubby is, the excitement of someone new licking and nibbling my pussy soon had me cumming. I wrapped my legs around his head and pulled him in close. I moved my pelvis, rubbing my clit across the bridge of his nose as wave after wave of my orgasm hit. At last I released his head and he sat back, my juices shining on his nose and chin. It's been way too long since I tasted the sweetness of a woman's pussy, he said. My husband laughed and answered that I certainly produced enough juice to quench any mans thirst.

I rose to my knees, went down on my arms, offering Steve a rear view. He took the hint and slid his thick cock between my vaginal lips and pushed deep. It didn't hurt. No, it felt wonderful to be so filled. I tightened the muscles of my vagina to hold him there a moment, allowing me time to revel in the feeling. Then I relaxed and he began to stroke. With each inward thrust, I swear he touched my cervix. He would then pull back until just the head of his cock was between my lips. Thrust in, pull back, over and over. His speed began to pick up, and I felt another orgasm building. 

My husband stepped in front of my face. He was now nude. When did he lose his clothes I barely wondered? His cock waved before my eyes and I took it in my youth, sucking almost unconsciously as Steve's cock triggered a vaginal orgasm. I moaned with my mouth full of cock as Steve plunged hard into me, his balls slapping up against the back of my thighs. It was all too much for my husband, who began to spurt his own load in my mouth. I sucked and swallowed and moaned all at the same time. I was so hungry for his cock at that moment. My clit was on fire as the walls of my vagina trembled with orgasm.

Steve pulled out with a loud, wet plopping sound and began to cum on my ass as I sucked the last of my husband's sperm down my throat. Steve's big cock was between my ass cheeks, sliding effortlessly with the lubrication of my juice. His hot cum splattered across my back, and I felt another orgasm beginning. My god! How many was that? I wondered. Steve at last fell back onto the bed, sated.

My husband went to the bathroom and returned with washcloths for Steve and myself. We spent the next several minutes lovingly cleaning each others bodies of our accumulated juices and spunk. My husband returned with a round of drinks and we lie back on the bed, me between my two lovers, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. My husband announced it would take him a while to recharge, but it was obvious Steve already was. 

I looked to see Steve sporting yet another erection, the head purple and angry looking. Another round? He asked. You haven't tried her ass yet, my husband told him. If you think her pussy is tight, well.... I shuddered. Steve was so much bigger than my husband; could my tight little asshole handle such a monster? I wasn't sure I wanted to find out.



The Neighbor Ch. 03



Conclusion

My husband laughed, seeing the look on my face. Let me get things started, he suggested, and crawled between my legs. His face went to my crotch and soon his tongue was expertly working my clit and labia. His fingers began to slip into my snatch, working upwards, just behind the spongy area on the upper vaginal wall. He was so good at this, I was thankful. Some men, I am told by friends, find eating a woman's cunt to be disgusting. Fortunately, my husband did not fall into that category. And all the years of practice made him the best.

Soon his slick wet finger slipped between the cheeks of my buttocks, found my rectum, and slipped in. Pushing up to the knuckle, he began to rotate it. I moaned with pleasure, another orgasm nearing. She's ready, partner, he said to Steve, now how about you? My heart skipped a beat; my mind envisioned my husband going down on Steve. Why was it the image of another man's cock in my husband's mouth made me so excited?

Alas, it wasn't to be. Instead, hubby pulled the tube of lubricant from the drawer of the nightstand and began to apply it to Steve's erection. If this made our new friend uncomfortable, he didn't voice it. Watching my husband's hand move up and down Steve's slick shaft was exciting me in a new and different way. I almost wished Steve would ejaculate. 

Instead, my husband grabbed the washcloth and cleaned off his hand, then took up the camera. He's ready, sweetheart he said to me. I obediently got onto my hands and knees, offering my ass to Steve. I felt the head of his slick cock press against my anus, then push in. I opened for him as he slowly slid his length, inch by inch, into my ass. At first it burned, but the burning subsided to deep inner warmth.

My clit was hard, my nipples harder. Steve began to slowly move, buried deep within me. One hand reached out and tweaked a nipple. His movement increased, he began to pull back and push forward. I was making incoherent noises, as I always do when being fucked there, the feeling so intensely good. I began to shudder as another orgasm took hold of me. I moved my hips in time to his stroking, the electricity flowing through my body as if I'd stuck a finger in a light socket. 

Steve pulled back and out. I giggled at the sound of the air escaping my body. Sorry, I apologized, that wasn't a fart. The men laughed, and then looked knowingly at each other.

I have an idea, my husband said. He handed the camera to Steve then lay on the bed. Climb aboard, he told me, holding his erection up straight in front of him. I did as commanded, glad to feel that familiar cock inside me. Now, lean forward, hubby said. As I did so, I felt Steve behind me. His cock again at my ass, entering.... 

Oh, goddamn! I had never felt anything quite like this, to be filled with two cocks at once. I could feel their heat as they almost touched, separated only by the tissue between my pussy and ass. Now, be very careful, hubby instructed, as he slowly began to push his hips up and down, fucking my red hot steaming cunt. Steve picked up the rhythm from behind. I couldn't help; I was in too much ecstasy. The orgasms came one after another, and then a third. I think, but could not swear, that I felt first Steve's hot cum, and then my husband's, spurting deep inside each of my holes.

Tears ran down my cheeks, tears of sheer pleasure. At last, Steve pulled out, pausing to wipe his softening cock on my rump. I fell off of hubby, feeling the cum run down my crack, mingling with that oozing out of my pussy. I was sated, exhausted, used, and completely loving every moment of it. The two men, having cleaned off, used the cloths to tenderly wipe up the last of their jism, and my juices, from my tired body. They then sandwiched me, four arms around me, as we drifted off to sleep.

Later that evening, awake if not totally refreshed, we had another drink and made future plans. Steve's kids visited their grandparents every month. It was decided that once a month, then, this would become a new tradition. I was already starting to count the days.....