0 comments/ 27257 views/ 2 favorites The New Neighbour By: ShortStoryWriter From the living room window, fifty-three-year-old Eve Moore watched a moving van stop in front of the vacant house next door. She grabbed the binoculars and removed her glasses, focusing on the Maine license plate as two burly men climbed out of the van. One stood and lit a cigarette while the other unlatched the gate, walked up to the house and unlocked the door. Music blared from the van. They unloaded an eight-foot crate and carried it into the house. After locking the door, they drove away. An hour later a limousine arrived. Eve grabbed her binoculars again and watched the driver leave in a taxi. The sun reflected off something on the road where the van had stopped. She marched out, holding her hands on her hips, and picked up a book off the ground, titled: The Bridges of Madison County. She felt the smoothness of the book jacket with a palm while she stood and observed the house. A rusty iron gate surrounded the long-empty mansion--a grand Victorian in need of repairs; too expensive for most people looking to buy in the area. It had been for sale for years. Eve had heard rumours that the town was contemplating purchasing the property as an historic site. The house had been built in 1850 by a wealthy shipbuilder from Halifax, Nova Scotia. It had been used by his two sons while attending school in Windsor, run by a full staff of household servants. The father remained in Halifax with his wife and five daughters to run his business. After the sons had graduated, the house was sold. Except for a short stint as a boarding house in 1902, the place had been a summer home for several different owners. She flicked her hair and walked back to her house. She'd read the book and then give it to her niece when she visited later in the summer. Wilson was her only sibling, a brilliant physician, who had moved his family to Toronto after university. There was an excitement in the air she hadn't felt since Harry proposed when she was twenty-nine. He was an accountant who wore Clark Kent's glasses, and smoked thin cigars. After two years of marriage, Harry got contact lenses, quit smoking, and started pumping iron. The new Superman slept with his secretary; Eve sent him packing. She enjoyed living in Windsor in the small, two-story home she'd lived in with her parents until they passed away. Handy with a paint brush and good at wallpapering, Eve would sometimes wander around the house, while goodies baked, sipping tea, thinking what she'd do next. To relax from her mundane duties at the library and to collect her thoughts, a few hours of crocheting or knitting always did the trick. The couch and chair were covered with multicolored knitted afghans. Eve lived within walking distance of everything, and was close enough to the water to hear the seagulls. Working in the library suited her quiet lifestyle, but someone moving in next door was terribly exciting. Eve considered herself half reclusive and half sociable. Later that night after a supper of clam chowder and some of her fresh-baked rolls, Eve sat on her front porch reading a paperback by Taylor Caldwell, who had been her mother's favourite writer. Small sounds stirred in the mature spruce trees across the street; birds among the branches fluttered and chirped. She stopped reading and her eyes were at half-mast but a flicker from a window next door caught her eye. It must have been her imagination, for the windows were dark. She was about to step inside when the white limousine drove out of the garage next door. Fog was moving in off the Avon River, which was normal for any part of the Bay of Fundy. But the evening sky suddenly turning black wasn't normal. Then came a shower of hailstones the size of marbles. Hugging herself against the sudden cold, she darted inside. Once a week, Eve got down the photo albums from the closet. It wasn't that the photographs of her dead parents, or of her brother and her when they were tots made her happy. In fact the opposite was true; they had a melancholy effect upon her. Sometimes she'd begin to weep and she'd dab at her eyes with a Kleenex as she turned the pages. The pictures brought back memories of her youth, of picking blueberries, of walking along the dykes, of baloney sandwiches and Koolaid at the beach: a time so near in her mind, but so far away in years. One large picture of her parents, her brother and herself hung in the living room. She had had a happy childhood. Maybe she missed the unconditional love of her family. She had adored her parents--still missed them endlessly, and thought the world of her brother. She wondered why women wanted love when something always came along to ruin it: jealousy, death, or sickness. Two evenings a week Eve volunteered at the library. On Saturday evenings she went to play bingo at the church. A few men there had asked her out, but she always declined. She felt caged -- trapped in the past, struggling with the present. After putting the albums away, Eve went to bed. She couldn't sleep so she turned on the light and read some of the book she had found next door until the bugs hitting the window screen annoyed her too much to continue. She considered taking a sleeping pill, but changed her mind when she realized how soon morning would come. She thought about her new neighbour and about the workload at the library. So much to do, she thought. She wanted to be clear-headed. In the morning after two slices of toast with jam, and a cup of black tea, she left for work. A crow sat on the roof of the house next door. The sky was reflected in the windows. She stopped, and looked at the place for a moment or two, then continued on her way. That night she found a note on her doorstep written in fine, red ink: "I noticed you walking by this morning. I have just moved in. Will you come for a glass of wine tonight around seven-thirty?" The paper felt thick, expensive. She put the note to her face and smelled it, closing her eyes. There was a distinct masculine scent. Standing on the doorstep, she glanced over at the house. This person couldn't expect a lady just to walk over and knock at a stranger's door, she thought. She scribbled on the reverse side: "Sorry, I'm busy tonight," and taped it to the mailbox at the foot of his driveway. The following evening, while sitting on the front porch reading, the limousine crawled by. Suddenly feeling foolish, but excited, she waved, wondering who was behind the tinted windows. It drove away, tail lights fading into the night. She was making herself too familiar to someone she hadn't even met. She'd stay inside for the next few evenings, and not be so overtly curious. During the night, she was awakened by a rapping at her front door. She had been having a nightmare: hungry rats were sniffing around her body. She was so groggy it took a minute or two to realize what she was hearing, and to come fully awake. She switched on the bedside lamp, slipped on her housecoat and went downstairs, unaware that in her rush, she had knocked her bible to the floor and it had slid under the bed. She peeked between the curtains on the door. No one there. The street was quiet. Walking back upstairs, she gasped as she thought she saw someone peer in the window next to the staircase. She did a double take, then laughed at herself, realizing the window was at least fifteen feet off the ground. In her bedroom, she studied her reflection in the mirror--a petite woman whose eyes were still youthful. Full lips. In her last year of high school, she had been crowned prom queen. Her beauty had stayed with her. The rest of the night she slept peacefully. The next day after lunch, the library had a staff meeting. The administrator said that a reclusive writer had just moved into town, and had granted some time on a Saturday of their choosing to meeting with the public and do a signing. "A very famous writer, I must add, and all proceeds from any book sales will go to the library." They were told to keep it to themselves that the author now lived in their town. Eve smiled, assuming that the famous writer, maybe the remarkable Robert James Waller lived right next door to her. Perhaps she'd rethink that invitation to stop by for a drink. That night, another note was on her door: "I hope you will reconsider my offer and come by for a visit this evening. I hope you won't take offense if I say that you are an attractive woman. Don't knock; please just come right in. Seven-thirty would be good. I look forward to meeting you." Just then, two boys were walking up the sidewalk eating slices of watermelon. She glanced at them. One said to the other, "Machine gun," as he spit several seeds out. They hooted. Eve smiled to herself as they ambled away. She was suddenly in a fantastic mood. She was middle-aged, yet even from a car a famous writer had acknowledged her beauty. She hummed as she bathed, dressed, and did her makeup. She unwrapped the perfume her brother had given her for Christmas several years before and dabbled a little behind her ears and on her neck and wrists. She was just locking the door when her neighbour, Mrs. Barkhouse, called from the street. "Eve, did someone buy the mansion?" She noticed how lovely Eve looked, all dolled up. "Obviously you're dressed up for something special." "I can't talk right now," Eve said, glaring at her with stony eyes. She stepped back inside and slammed the door, peeking out the window as Mrs. Barkhouse walked on past, heading to her home. Eve felt like a schoolgirl, but she wanted this secret admirer all to herself, with no one knowing. She watched Mrs. Barkhouse disappear up the street. The house next door was dark when Eve arrived, but the streetlight lit its outline. Her heart beat rapidly as she turned the brass doorknob and stepped inside. One candle was lit in the living room. As her eyes slowly adjusted, she saw the sofa-like fixture. She gasped as someone sat straight up in it and turned to look at her. He smiled. She ran for the door and yanked at the doorknob. "Shall we have a glass of wine?" he asked in a soft, deep voice. He appeared about fifty-five years old. Distinguished looking, dressed entirely in black. He could have been on the cover of GQ. Short, grey wavy hair, bushy eyebrows. She watched in fascinated horror as he climbed out of the coffin and poured two glasses of wine. She could make out a pair of fangs. She screamed, twisting the doorknob with both hands. "It's no use. It won't open. Now please relax and join me for a drink." "NO!" she screamed. As her eyes locked on his; she felt herself relaxing. She tried to fight the lassitude, but she was feeling the strongest passion she had ever known. "I have watched you sleep for two nights through your windows," he admitted. He took a step toward her, passing her a glass. A smell of perfume, of woman, filled his senses. As she automatically took a sip of red wine, some dribbled down her chin and dropped onto her silk blouse. She didn't care. She no longer cared about anything at all as she gazed at his eyes, unable to look away. She drank some more of the wine, filled with the most wonderful sense of expectation. She had never been happier. "I need you," she whispered. The New Neighbour A fantasy about a Sarah who discovers about how sexual she can be without feeling guilty about it. It is one of those warm summer nights. It is really warm the sun setting and the warm evening breeze is blowing straight in to the luxurious apartment that she had just moved into. She was dressed in a short strappy satin black and white she had bought while on holiday. Walking toward the balcony, she leaned over the rail, exposing what she had underneath the sexy little dress. As the breeze blew, her dress was flung just above her round bottom. Sarah felt the warm breeze rush between her legs. Below was the guy who live next door, he looked up and he could see what she was trying to conceal and smiled. She smiled back and she understood what he was thinking. He was tall, dark hair, brown eyes and a very sexy smile. She had seen him twice now since she moved in. He was dressed in blue jeans, short sleeved cotton shirt. She took a deep breath and she could almost feel him. The thought instantly made her womanhood moist. He kept on looking up at her while walking almost stumbling on to the pedestal ashtray that stood by the front door, she looked back at him too and smiled. She walked back into the huge living room and closed the door behind her, then she felt like she had left something behind on the terrace and went back. She could not resist looking down to see if he was still there .At this point her heart was thumping so hard against her perfect sensual breasts, she felt her nipple stiffen as the breeze swished her dress again. He was still there, tempted to invite him over, she just stood there, the wicked ideas running through her head. She could not do it. Her apartment stood on the 2 floor of the building, lavishly furnished with very tasteful furniture. She had orange and blue leather sofa set, beautiful solid frosted glass table. The windows were huge and it was pleasurably bright. She had blue soft carpet covering and vanilla colored curtains. She had the stereo next to the small but lovely fireplace. Still thinking about the sexy neighbor, she leaned over and flipped the CD case open and removed her favorite CD…Vangelis. In between her legs she could feel it getting more moist constantly thinking about him..His name was Brent as she found out later. She slumped herself on the sofa and began massaging her pussy lips. The more she thought of him the more she got wet, she stuck her finger into the now very moist lovecave. Her body wriggled and bucked as she was pleasuring herself. She could feel her lovecave swallow her finger and she began to moan. It felt so good. She thought. She had forgotten one thing though LOCKING THE DOOR. She went on rubbing and fingering and moaning everytime she came, the cum running down the ass. She rolled, changing position, wanting more. How she wished for Brent!! Not remembering that the door was unlocked she took pleasure in making herself cum and cum. Meanwhile Brent seemed to have the same thoughts. He paced back and forth in the hallway between their apartments. He finally got the courage to know the door. He knocked twice and no one answered the door. The music was playing, she was moaning, and got louder everytime she made herself cum. As he was about to turn back, she let out a loud pleasure moan. Brent got an idea, either she was getting fucked or she fucking herself. He was standing outside eavesdropping, his cock was throbbing hard, his heart beating so hard that it felt like he would explode from excitement. He was so horny, his manhood so hard that it felt like it would rip the seams from his pants open. There was precum leaking from his cock too. He could not believe that by just listening to her moaning, he was stroking himself outside a stranger’s door. He leaned to hear her moan more, then he tried his luck and checked the door. “What luck” he thought, he let himself in slowly and sneaked around a bit. The he saw her lying on the couch rubbing herself even harder, her eyes closed, nipples stiff. She did not notice he was there. Her pussy was not on fire, leaking like crazy with her cum running down her ass on to the couch. He had the perfect view, straight ahead of him was her juicy lovecave, he could not help it. As they both pleasured themselves not being aware that they were both in the same room. She spread her long legs even wider as she thrust her finger into herself and the thumb rubbing her clitoris. She arched her back everytime she had an orgasm. Brent on the other hand was going crazy with the sight infront of him, her lips wide apart as if asking to be fucked. He unzips his pants and out sprung his hard cock leaking desperately, and hungry for her wet pussy. Her sneaked and thrust his cock in her and she exploded into a huge climax. He fucked and asked her “Is this what you need”? She answered in whispers while her body twitched “Yes, give me more” she said. He teased her, and she bucked… She begged.”Please, just fuck me, fuck me hard” And he did, then just as he had entered her, he left. He got up and left her weeping….”Why the heck did you come if you knew you would not give everything to me?” she asked…. He smiled and introduced himself..”By the way my name is Brent” and turned around, walking away. As he opened the door he said to her “Nice apartment you have” looking around. His last words were “There is still plenty more where that came from”. She was so horny at this point that her reputation did not matter anymore. She got up and hurried after him. She was naked, wet in both juices and cum.. Brent opened his door and walked in, she stared at him in disbelief. Brent back into his apartment and suddenly Sarah realized that she did not hear Brent lock his door too. Mmmhhh!!! She thought, she turned around and walked straight into his apartment. It was very cozy, very unmanly that for a moment she was not sure about going in. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom. Not knowing where which room was where, she followed the sound of the shower. She commanded him to get out of the shower, he turned off the shower. Still dripping wet, his cock slightly hard, he looked at her crotch and immediately it grew full stiff. She was dripping and playing with herself. She pushed him onto the marble floor. She mounted him and slid his very hot and hard cock in to moist and wet pussy. Her pussy lips parting as if eating him up. Sarah fucked him so hard that it was he now begging her to stop. He moaned so loud that the bathroom echoed. “Please not to fast, otherwise I will cum”. She ignored him and pleasured herself, her juices running down his love pole. She then casually got up and sat on his face, making him lick off the juices from her pussy. “Come on, suck me, lick me” He hungrily grabbed ass cheeks and buried his face in between her thighs. “My God, you sexy, horny slut”. Just as she sat on him, she got up, took his dick and shoved it in her pussy, fucking so hard and deep in her. She screamed, moaned and shook from side to side. Brent could not hold his hot cum anymore. His face was so red, his heart thumping so hard. His veins were bulging and pulsating too. He grabbed her waist and started to pump her up and down. His strong arms gripping her waist, she was on fire…she screamed “fuck me....fuck me more”. He was almost loosing control. Then out of the blue, he unplugged hi manhood from inside, took Sarah and placed her on the floor on her knee and slid his cock into her, slowly and pushed it into her now wet pussy. She moaned and tried to get it as deep as she could. Her breasts moving with the rhythm. He started pumping her faster and faster, taking her deeper and deeper. He slowed down and took her breast his palms, gently squeezing them. He teased with the tip of her cock and then let it slide in again. She was so wet that he did not have put so much effort in fucking her. She came, her pussy contracted as she came, her body shook. He suddenly unloaded everything in her. It felt so hot in her that she swallowed his cock with her wet, creamy pussy. Brent went on pumping her, till he could not go on anymore. His body was cramping up and he let out a cry like an animal. He dropped on to the floor taking her too. They both sighed…. It was good they thought still saying nothing to each other. The marble was very cool and they were so hot. Both of them just lay there. Relaxed and satisfied, they lay there for hours. It felt good. The New Neighbour I really could've done without new neighbours moving in that day. I'd been working weird evening and night shifts and needed my sleep. I'd actually forgotten that they were moving in until the noise started at 9am. It had been hot lately and even though I'd got to bed by 5am I still had trouble sleeping. I didn't know that much about the couple who where moving in. The landlord had told me that he was around my age but she was quite young, looked Mediterranean and was stunning. I was in a bad mood that afternoon thanks to my lack of sleep and decided to keep out of the way so it was the next day before I met my new neighbours. I was sitting in a chair in the garden enjoying the sun when I heard a man's voice. "Hi, I'm Chris. I just moved in yesterday." I looked across to the fence to see Chris smiling at me. Chris was very average. Average height, average build, short dark hair. Very much like me in fact. "Hi Chris," I said, "I'm John." "Hi," Chris said again. There was a noise by the back door and Chris looked over to where it came from. "Hey baby. Come and meet John," he said, "John, this is my girlfriend Maria." I stood up and walked to the fence. I wanted to see this girl after hearing the landlord's description. Nothing could've prepared me for the vision that came towards me. Maria was short with long, black, curly hair that reached half way down her back. She was wearing a bikini top with a sarong around her waist that covered her legs. She had wide hips giving her a very curvaceous figure. Her breasts looked full without appearing too big. She didn't seem to have an ounce of extra fat on her. "Hi John," said Maria. She was smiling. Her face seemed alight, her eyes so big and dark and warm. That night I lay in bed and thought about Maria. I'd found out that she was 21 and British but with a Spanish mother which is undoubtedly where she got her exotic looks. I realised that I was absentmindedly stroking my cock and it was getting hard. That didn't last long though. How did Chris, a 32 year old and average looking guy, get a girl like Maria? Yes, I was very jealous but there was nothing I could do about it. Over the next few months I got to know Maria very well and we became good friends. Chris worked during the day and she didn't have a job so I got to be alone with her quite a lot before he got home. She loved to sunbathe when the weather was nice. That gave me the opportunity to see her in her bikini. That figure, those breasts and a perfectly formed, firm, round arse. We'd sunbathe together and chat. I'm sure she knew I was looking at her with lust filled eyes. I'm sure she knew I was quite often hard inside my shorts even though I tried to hide it. I'm sure she knew I lay in bed at night and fantasised about what I'd like to do with her. I'd had these fantasies from the moment I met Maria. I tired to imagine what she looked like naked. I wanted to know what it was like to touch her breasts and suck her nipples. I needed to know how good her pussy tasted and how good it would feel around my cock. I'd lie in bed most mornings thinking about her while I stroked my cock to climax. I'd never act on my fantasies. I couldn't be the one to break up Maria and Chris's relationship. For all I knew Maria probably didn't even fancy me so I'd just end up looking stupid. She'd hate me and that would be the end of our friendship. It was better for everyone if I just kept quite, kept Maria as a fantasy, never to be fulfilled. I didn't know it at the time but things were about to change. I'd often chatted with Maria about our past relationships and sex. Some of our conversations had become very explicit. This day was no different. I was recounting the story of a girl I'd met one evening in a pub nearly 15 years ago. We had nothing in common but had clicked sexually straight away. We'd had a few drinks together, left the pub and ended up in a secluded spot in the corner of a field. "We were all over each other," I said, "almost ripping each others' clothes off! We ended up naked in the moonlight. Then she told me she wasn't on the pill and I had no condoms. I was gutted." "What did you do?" Maria asked. "I thought we'd just end up wanking each other off but she had other ideas. She said I could fuck her in the arse instead!" "Oh my God!" Maria giggled. "She got on all fours. I got behind her, wet my fingers in her pussy and rubbed her juices over her arsehole. Then I spat into my hand a couple of times and rubbed it over the end of my cock. It was all very romantic and I had no idea what I was doing!" We both laughed at this. "I managed to push my cock into her arse. It was very tight and I was being as gentle as I could. After a few thrusts I wanted to cum though, it was that tight! Luckily she was getting very into it and was rubbing her pussy so I just kept my cock inside her until she came then I gave a couple more thrusts and came too." "Did you enjoy it?" Maria asked. She seemed genuinely interested. "Yes," I replied. "Have you done it since, with other girls?" "Yes. I've had a couple of girlfriends who've been into it and a couple more who wanted to try it." "So you'd definitely do it again?" "Oh yes!" At this point Maria's demeanour seemed to change. She made an excuse about having something she needed to do, said goodbye and went in doors. I was bemused. Surely I hadn't offended her. We'd talked like this before, not about anal sex but about sex in general. It couldn't have been anything to do with my story being about anal sex or surely she wouldn't have seemed so interested. I went home feeling upset and confused. I didn't see Maria for a couple of days. I wanted to call round for her but didn't know if that was the right thing to do. Imagine my surprise when I answered the door to find Maria standing there looking sheepish. "Can I come in?" she asked. "Sure," I said. We went into the living room and sat down on the sofa. "I'm really sorry about the other day," Maria said, "I want to explain and I have a big favour ask. "I've had fantasies about anal sex since I was 15," Maria began nervously, "I used to touch my arse when I played with myself. Eventually I would put my finger in and later I bought some beads and a dildo to use there. I love doing that with my dildo! "I haven't met anyone else who's into it though so I haven't actually done it. Chris won't do it at all! The whole idea turns him off but I love him and it's not worth leaving him over. "When you told me your story I got very turned on and a bit, well, jealous." "Jealous?" I said. "Yes. Other girls get to try it but I don't," she explained. "I thought you were upset," I said. "No, just horny and jealous. If I seemed upset it's because this has been my number one fantasy for years and it's something I really want to do. "Something did come to mind, an idea, and that's what I wanted to ask you about, that's the favour. I thought that maybe... I thought you could..." "Just ask me," I said. "Will you make my fantasy come true?" Maria blurted out. "Yes!" I said barely able to believe that this was happening. "I hoped you'd say that," Maria beamed. "There's something I have to make clear though," she said, "I would never cheat on Chris. I don't think of this as cheating because this is something that Chris would never do for me. I absolutely have to do this while I have the chance but it's a one off. I'm asking you because I trust you to do it the way I want and because I trust you to follow my rules. "In my fantasy I'm naked and the man's naked so we'll have to get naked to make my fantasy come true properly but you can't touch me anywhere except my arse and my hips and legs if you really have to. You can't touch my boobs or pussy and we can't kiss. That would be cheating." "Ok," I said. "Good. Do you want to do it now?" Maria grinned. "Yes, why not," I said excitedly. "Good," she said again still grinning. Maria pulled a small tube of lubricant from her jeans pocket and placed it on my coffee table. She'd obviously been prepared. She quickly removed her shoes, her baggy grey t-shirt and then her jeans. She looked so good in her matching maroon bra and skimpy briefs but I was dying to see more. "Come on! I'm not doing this on my own!" she joked. I was naked in no time. My cock was already hard and ready for her tight arsehole. I was very nervous but also very excited. In a few short seconds I'd finally see Maria naked. Maria, now satisfied that I was a part of this, removed her bra. Her breasts were smaller than I expected but still bigger than a handful. They were full and firm with hard, pink nipples. Her knickers were next. She elegantly pulled them down and stepped out of them. She had a thick mass of black, curly pubic hair coming up in a V from between her legs to the top of where her knickers had been. Her hips seemed wider than I remembered from seeing her in her bikini. They gave her an amazing hourglass figure. My cock was now harder than I could ever remember it being. I could feel it throbbing as I gazed at Maria's perfect body. I realised that I was inadvertently stroking my balls and the base of my shaft. Maria turned round. Her buttocks were big but perfectly proportioned for her figure. They looked smooth and firm. She dropped to her knees then onto all fours. I watched in awe as her buttocks parted revealing her small, pink arsehole. I dropped to my knees behind her. I could see the dark curls between her legs. They were moist with her juices. I could just make out her inner lips, swollen and damp, amongst the curls. I reached for the lubricant, flipped the lid and squeezed some onto my index finger then placed it on Maria's arsehole. She gasped as I rubbed the lube around her hole. She gasped again as I gently pressed my finger against her. She groaned with pleasure as my finger slid slowly into her. My God she was tight! I moved my finger in and out slowly each time making sure it went deeper until my whole finger was in her arse. I removed my finger and squeezed out some more lube, this time making sure I had enough for two fingers. I pressed both fingers against Maria's hole and gently pushed them in. Despite the tightness they both slide in easily. Just like before I moved them in and out and it wasn't long before both fingers were deep inside her. She pushed back against my hand making my fingers go even deeper. I decided she was now ready for more. I squeezed a little more lube onto my fingers but this time rubbed it around the head of my cock. I moved so I was right behind her. I held my shaft and placed the head of my cock against her hole. I started to push my cock into her, watching as her arsehole opened around my cock. I was in heaven as the head disappeared into her. She felt so tight around me. I slowly slide my cock further in. When I was nearly all the way in Maria pushed back taking my whole shaft deep into her arse. I could feel her arse cheeks pressing hard against my hips. "That feels so good," she purred, "Now fuck my tight, little hole!" I gripped her hips and started thrusting into her. She was gasping and moaning with every stroke. This spurred me on, my thrusts getting harder and faster. She shifted her weight onto one elbow so her other hand could move between her legs. She started rubbing her pussy, her gasps and moans getting louder and more frequent. I realised I wasn't going to last long and also realised that this was the only chance I'd get to see Maria play with her beautiful, hairy cunt. I withdrew my cock and suggested that she sit on the sofa with her arse right on the edge. I had no idea whether this would work or not but the sofa was low enough that I should still be able to fuck her tight arse and watch her play. Maria did as I asked and with her legs pulled up towards her body and spread wide I could easily enter her arse while kneeling between her legs. I began to thrust into her arse again. Her breasts bounced with every stroke. I could see her pussy perfectly now. Her lips were beautifully framed by her pubic hair. I could see her clit at the top looking swollen and ready. Her entrance glistened with her juices. Maria moved her hand back to her pussy. I watched as her fingers touched her entrance allowing them to get coated in her juices. She slid her fingers up her slit and rubbed around her clit. Her fingers got into their rhythm and she started to wank herself harder and faster. Her other hand moved to her pussy, parting her lips. She continued to rub her clit with one hand while the other finger fucked her dripping wet cunt. Watching Maria was too much for me. I couldn't last any longer. With one last hard, deep thrust I let go. My cock pulsed and throbbed as I pumped my cum into her tight arse. "Oh fuck! Fuck!" screamed Maria as her own orgasm approached. Maria forced her fingers deep into her cunt. Her whole body convulsed under the intensity of her climax. "Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed again. Maria's hips bucked hard one last time and her convulsions began to subside. She lay there breathless with a look of ecstasy on her face, her hands slipping away from her pussy. I sank down to floor exhausted, my now limp cock sliding out of Maria's arse. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she lay there naked. Her pussy lips were parted, her public hair matted with her juices. I desperately wanted to lick her there but knew I couldn't. Maria didn't say a word as she stood up and got dressed. I followed her lead and got dressed too. She headed for the front door with me close behind. As we reached the door she turned and smiled. "Thank you," she said, "That was more amazing than I thought it'd be." And with that she gave me a kiss on the cheek and a big hug. Then she was gone. Summer was drawing to a close and the number of good sunbathing days were diminishing. I still saw Maria during the day but nowhere near as often. We never spoke of that day. By Christmas Maria had found a job but it was on the other side of town so Chris and Maria moved to make it easier for them both. I never saw Maria again. I still get very turned on think of that day. Maria is still my favourite fantasy. I have no regrets except that it will only ever be just that, a fantasy. The New Neighbour The mid morning sun gently warmed Eve's back, her inner calm only fractured by the sound of the moving truck next door which was in the process of leaving. Her new neighbor had arrived very early that morning, waking her from a planned sleep-in, one of her favorite advantages of living alone. She tried not to let the inconvenience bother her, and instead had taken herself outside in a string bikini for a little sunbathing on her back lawn. There had been a lot of hustle and bustle from next door since the early arrival, but it seemed to be calming down around there. She wondered who her new neighbor might be and silently hoped it wasn't a family with kids, especially a preachy, judgmental family like the one who had just moved out. The wife in particular had often shot her an annoyed look on several occasions. Eve wasn't quite sure whether those looks had been earned in response to the obvious ogling the woman's husband had regularly given her, or simply because of the fairly high number of men who came and went from Eve's house. She wouldn't have called herself a sex-addict exactly, but there had been days where she was really in need of a good orgasm, and self-pleasuring just didn't do the trick. She liked to pleasure herself on a daily basis, the only exception being when she would invite a guy to stay around all day for a good, long session. On the days where there were no dates planned, if she felt the need, she had a couple of fuck-buddies lined up, but they weren't always available, and she had hoped to meet someone new who might be added to that list. So while lying there in her backyard on a blanket on the grass, enjoying the sun, she contemplated who she might choose to have if it were up to her. She decided a professional couple might be ideal because then they probably wouldn't be around when she was, and they would be too busy to care about her multiple "guests". Eve started to get that sun-bitten feeling on her back and she decided to add a bit of lotion to the bit she could reach. As she reached around awkwardly, she felt herself being watched over the fence. "Hi there!" she heard a pleasant male voice call. "Do you need a hand with that?" She looked up to see, what she assumed to be her new neighbor looking over at her. "Er, sure!" She said. "So you're moving in then?" "Yeah. I'm Trent." he replied. "I just started working in the city and wanted a place in this area, since its close enough, but I can still have a house." "You bring your family with you?" she asked. She knew she was being almost rudely forward, but her curiosity over her new neighbors was now piqued, and she wanted to get info so she knew how much trouble she might be in for letting this guy put lotion on her back. She hoped he didn't have a wife or girlfriend who might give her grief for letting Trent feel her up. "I'm on my own." he said. "I just like having a lot of space to myself. I might advertise for a roommate later on once I'm settled, but I don't know." he chewed his lip nervously. Now that she knew he was alone, she allowed herself to look him over. Average to handsome face. Straight, short, medium brown hair in a fairly trendy cut. Medium build, but fairly tall. He wasn't bad looking at all, she surmised. It might be nice to have a little eye candy about the place...well, maybe he wasn't quite eye candy, but certainly not bad looking so he'd do. At the very least, as far as neighbors go, she could tell he wouldn't be too judgmental. With his talk about liking his own space he was unlikely to interfere with hers. Along the fence a little, Eve had a wooden fruit crate and she walked over to it. She turned it upside down and put it against the fence, standing on it. She handed the bottle of lotion to Trent and turned around, moving her long brunet hair aside so that he could reach up and rub some of the liquidy lotion on to her back. He was careful and thoughtful. She had expected him to slip his fingers under the string strap of her bikini at the back, but he seemed to be a gentleman about it all, gently rubbing the lotion on the exposed skin only. It was over in a minute and as she turned around to face him, he was already handing her the bottle. "Thanks for that." she said, smiling. "No problem." he smiled shyly back. "I'd better get back to it then." He turned to go, but as she was climbing down from the fruit crate, she noticed him looking back at her. She was used to the kind of look he was giving her. That look bought her the lifestyle she loved so dearly. It was a look of wistful lust from yet another guy who wasn't sure if she'd give him the time of day. Eve was an attractive woman in a fairly obvious way. Her classically pretty face was framed by shoulder length dark hair with the slightest wave in it. She kept it shoulder length so that it would stay glossy and healthy, and because she loved it when some of her more adventurous conquests would grab a handful and pull. A little taller than average, she had a fairly medium build, so she tended not to attract men who liked skinny women, but because she had beautifully round and perky d-cup breasts, she certainly could attract more than her fair share of attention. She knew how to dress the part too. Working at an accounting firm in the city, she maintained a neatly professional wardrobe, but somehow it was just a tiny bit too tight in all the right places. She had a policy of never sleeping with anyone at work, but that didn't stop her enjoying the attention she received from all of her male co-workers. On this particular day, in nothing but a tiny red string bikini, she wasn't at all surprised at catching Trent looking back at her. The only irritating thing about it was that, as usual when she received a little male attention, she had started to feel annoyingly horny. She noted that it had been a slow week. It wasn't unusual for her to meet up with 2 or 3 dates in a week, but this week she'd had a lot of overtime to fulfill at work which had left very little time for socializing. She'd almost considered offering the new junior a quickie in the mail room just to scratch the itch, but then decided that it wasn't worth the potential hassle of being caught or bragged about. Eve sat back down on the blanket, checked to see if the coast was clear, and tugged at the tie on the back of her bikini. She felt it fall away and put it to one side. Rolling onto her stomach, she closed her eyes and felt herself drift for a while, but she couldn't help but notice the itch growing. It wasn't helped by her now hard nipples pressed against the cotton blanket she was lying on. She opened her eyes, lifted herself up on her elbows and allowed her breasts to brush the blanket properly. She sighed at the slightly warm feeling growing in her bikini. She decided to go inside. Maybe it was time to distract herself with some housework and then, if that didn't work, she could always go to bed and use her vibrator for a while. Lifting herself up onto her hands and then her knees, she heard Trent's voice "Oh God, I'm sorry". From her all-fours position, she turned around and realized that, not only was he able to see her ass first, but he could most certainly see her bare tits. Despite his embarrassed apology, he didn't seem to be looking away, so she decided she may as well play up to him. After all, he'd already seen almost all there was to see, and she was confident he wasn't exactly offended. She stood up and walked toward him smiling. "Hi there." She said playfully. "What can I do for you?" "Er, um... I just wanted to say that ..." He trailed off, clearly distracted. "Yes?" she probed, still smiling, her nipples now protruding as far as they could go. She'd never been an exhibitionist before despite her healthy love of sex, but she found herself incredibly turned on standing there all but naked in front of this fully dressed stranger. Trent let out a puff of air from his mouth and whispered "God they're gorgeous". She looked down at her own chest and back at his face. "My tits?" she asked "Thanks!" She contemplated things for a moment, and since clearly her new neighbor was a little dumbstruck, she decided to take matters into her own hands. "Hey, would you like to pop over here for a little break?" she asked. "It might be nice if we get to know each other since you're going to be living next door." She grinned, not sure if he'd run away in terror at her forwardness or if he'd jump at the challenge. "Okay!" he said enthusiastically, then a look crossed his face which told her that he was probably internally chiding himself for seeming so eager. "There's a side gate here." She pointed. "Just come around and let yourself in. I'll be here sunbathing." He popped down from the fence and she walked back to the blanket. Okay, so maybe she wouldn't go inside just yet. She heard the gate open and then close and a moment later, Trent was walking toward her. It was clear from the expression on his face that he'd expected her to put her top back on or at least be lying on her front again, but there she was, brazenly lying on her back, her plump, perky tits staring up at him. "Hi again. Come sit down." She said. "Perfect day to just soak in the sun, don't you think?" "Well, yeah, I guess it is." He replied warming up. "Sorry for staring, I'm just not used to ...well... y'know." "It's okay. I kinda liked it" she said. "They do like attention anyway" she nodded toward her nipples. "Well, I don't mind giving them attention. I must admit, I'm definitely a bit of a breast man." Trent laughed, shedding more of his apprehension. Other than her obvious comfort with her own, rather sexy naked form, Eve's disarming attitude left him feeling like it was more than okay to look at her, so look he did. "Well Trent, you're in luck. I have breasts. They're fairly nice looking breasts if I do say so myself, and I like nothing more than to know that they're bringing pleasure to the men I know." She chuckled, then her face changed and she suddenly became a bit more serious. "You know, if you're interested, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to play with them. Trent felt his crotch tighten. He'd already been noticing himself becoming more and more aroused, but the thought of being able to just reach over and touch these beautiful tits was irresistible. Before he knew what he was doing, he had placed a hand on her left breast and begun kneading it, tweaking at the nipple, enjoying how firm yet soft she was. "Mmmmm, that's nice" she said, throwing her head back, leaning into his touch. He bent his head down and took the other nipple in his mouth, playfully licking and sucking it and she gasped. "Oh God!" she whispered. He continued licking and playing, enjoying feeling his cock harden, hoping to God that she'd let him go further and satisfy the growing urge their playing had brought. He lifted his head, continuing to stroke both breasts with his hands. "Do you do this kind of thing often?" He asked. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He noticed that her lips were a darker pink and she panted through them, obviously enjoying being fondled. "No, I've never done this, if by this you mean letting a complete stranger come around and play with my tits." She smiled and quietly groaned before continuing "I have to say though, I have no regrets about giving it a try. Besides, I really do love to fuck, and it's been far too long since my tits have had such wonderful attention." He grinned at the compliment. He was utterly enjoying himself, but he could feel himself straining inside of his denim shorts. Almost as if she could read his mind, she reached over with both hands, working at the button and fly until they were open. He lifted himself up a little so that he was kneeling and then resumed tweaking and flicking her nipples, tugging them a little now and then, spurred on by her moans as he did so. She pulled back the waistband of his jocks and reached in to release his cock. She was pleasantly surprised at what he had to offer. He had a nice sized dick, thick enough to give her pleasure and long enough to feel it, but not so long that he'd cause her pain if he was ramming into her hard from behind. She sighed, satisfied and then brushed his hands aside so she could bend down. He watched her as she extended her tongue past her blossoming lips and she circled the tip of his penis. He was grateful that he'd showered well that day, knowing full well that she'd be much more eager to use her lovely mouth on him if he was clean. It was paying off, because he could tell that, though she was trying to stay reserved an in control, she was enjoying herself too much, now enthusiastically licking and sucking at the head of his cock. Trent rocked back on his heels as Eve swallowed more and more of his penis. Her warm mouth seemed to know exactly how to work his anatomy and he had a moment of disbelief that this morning he'd been hauling boxes and now here he was in the sunshine with an incredibly hot, almost-naked stranger giving him the best head he'd had in ages! He decided he'd love to do more to her, so he gently lifted her head, and guided her up to her knees before guiding her again to lay down on her back on the blanket. Eve looked up at Trent who was in the process of taking off his T-shirt. She was again pleasantly surprised at what she saw underneath it. While it was true that he wasn't completely muscle bound, she liked it better that way anyway. He was toned and hairless and she detected the faint aroma of a rather pleasant Calvin Klein aftershave. Trent knelt down in front of her and wordlessly slipped his fingers under the straps at either side of her bikini briefs. He tugged, sliding them slowly down her thighs, then drawing his fingers along the sides of her shapely calves and off her ankles before discarding them on the lawn. He drew his fingers back up her calves and thighs until he met her almost hairless labia. Gently tracing around her lips, he gently stroked her emerging clit and she gasped again. "That feels good," She said "You're making me so wet." She rose up on her elbows as he gently rubbed her, and she pinched her own nipples, groaning and shuddering as she tweaked them. He could barely stop himself from jumping on top of her as he watched, but before he could, she arched her back and moaned as her orgasm washed over her. She lay there panting, still gently rubbing her own nipples. She opened her eyes and said "So, how about your turn then?" "Mmm hmm" he mumbled, nodding eagerly and she smiled, rising to her feet. He watched her walk to the patio and admired her obviously well-kept form. The truth was that she didn't think too much about eating well and working out. She did what she felt like, and it paid off. She had a flat stomach, slim but toned arms and shapely smooth legs. She also clearly knew what to do with them. From the patio she retrieved a plastic outdoor chair. It had a small cushion attached but there were no arms. She placed the chair on the lawn near him and indicating toward it said "Take a seat." Trent stood, but before he could sit down, Eve had stepped nearer and put her arms around his waist. She ran her hands down his lower back and into his pants, sliding down his ass and taking his shorts down at the same time. He sat on the chair with his pants around his knees, feeling a little bound up. The way the shorts were sitting, he had minimal movement of his legs unless he were to fully stand again. Eve stood in front of him, placed her hands on his shoulders and straddled him with impressive control, holding herself just at the top of his extremely hard cock. He could feel her rubbing the very wet entrance to her pussy on his head and he squirmed. She was enjoying this, she didn't know him, but she loved being able to tease herself with him and watching him enjoy it too. Slowly and carefully she moved up and down, an inch at a time. Though she was warm and wet, he was enjoying the fact that she was able to really grip him with her muscles. She could feel his width forcing her pussy apart and it made her ache wonderfully. Trent ran his hands up her sides and cupped her tits, working her nipples with his thumbs, alternating with licking and sucking them. Eve couldn't stand it anymore, so she plunged down hard, taking every inch of his cock into her as he cried out. She rose and fell hard and fast, throwing her head back and enjoying the ride. Trent started to make noises telling Eve that he was coming, and so she slowed, eventually stopping and sitting on his lap. He looked up at her questioningly. "I don't want it to be over too quickly" she replied to his unspoken query. "Don't worry" He said, "I could definitely do this more than once." "Excellent! In that case..." She trailed off, slowly rocking her pelvis back and forth. He could feel her pussy gripping him as she ground her clit against him. She threw herself into it, enjoying every stroke. He could feel it building up even more quickly this time. It had been ages since he'd been laid, and all of this was more arousal than he could stand. He was grateful that she was building up speed because his pants were stopping him from being able to move, so she was completely controlling his swift gallop toward orgasm. At the same time, Eve could feel her clit, engorged and deliciously aching with every movement. Trent's dick was gently rubbing inside her on her g-spot, the combined effect was making her want to rub harder and faster. She gave in to it and rode him hard. Then unexpectedly, Trent's mouth engulfed one of her rock hard nipples as he caressed the other, and she came, calling out and keeping up the momentum so that it would last as long as possible. The sight of this gorgeous naked brunette throwing her head back in ecstasy as she milked his cock with her warm, wet cunt pushed Trent over the edge, and he felt himself throbbing, filling her up as he came for what felt like minutes. It was a long, wet, satisfying orgasm and as it ended, he threw his head back heaving, and she did the same. She stood up slowly, her heart pounding with the exertion and pleasure of it all. She grabbed his hand and led him over to the rug where she lay down on her back, and he lay down next to her on his side to catch his breath. After a moment of resting her eyes, Eve turned to look Trent up and down. His chest was still rising and falling rapidly, just as hers was. His nipples were dark red and a little hard. She could see that his dick was still semi hard and gently throbbing, so she knew he must have enjoyed coming in her as much as she enjoyed having him. Trent looked back at her, scanning her incredibly sexy, and as it turned out, responsive body. Those delicious tits, a bit more than a handful each were still sporting very hard nipples which almost willed him to lick and touch again. He watched her stomach rise and fall with her breath, eventually slowing down to a more regular pace. He looked at her pussy, still a little engorged, with the pert nub of her clitoris still exposed. She had a little hair there, well groomed, but it didn't obscure things at all, so he could still see every bit. It was obviously wet and sticky from the amazing sex they'd just had, but she seemed to be enjoying the feeling, squirming slightly with it. Eve was still looking at Trent's crotch, noticing a little drip of semen coming from the end of it. She lithely hopped up to her knees and started to help Trent out of his shorts. He eagerly helped her, looking forward to whatever else she had in mind. The last of Trent's clothing discarded, Eve bent down and placed a hand on his balls, rubbing and fondling them. He felt a little of the throbbing returning again and though he'd become quite soft, it didn't take much of Eve's handiwork before his cock was beginning to fill out again. Eve took it in her other hand, pulling the foreskin down. She bent over and extended her tongue once again, licking the come off the tip of his dick. She pushed the head past her full lips and sucked, swallowing him deeper and deeper. The New Neighbour He couldn't believe how quickly he'd become hard again, but her hot mouth felt fantastic. He could feel it's wetness over his whole length as she slid up and down. He looked down at her enjoying the sight of how dirty she looked, the horny look in her eye, her firm tits bouncing with every stroke. As she bobbed up and down with her lips wrapped around his cock, she gently rubbed and tugged his balls. It was a move she'd never tried before, but she'd read about it, and had wanted to see what it might do to a guy. Trent was perfect for the experiment. He was sexy, he was new (so if it didn't work, she would just avoid sleeping with him again), and so far he'd been a very satisfying fuck! Normally she slept with men she had met through dating sites or out at bars, but only after she'd had dinner or some kind of date with them but she was thoroughly enjoying this, reveling in how naughty and slutty it made her feel to be taking control of this man she'd just met, getting off on him, and obviously driving him wild too. Trent was enjoying the attention his balls were receiving. They were getting more and more sensitive, and he was enjoying having the sensation radiating up his shaft as she licked and sucked. Because he'd just had a nice big orgasm, he knew he'd be able to hold out and enjoy this for a while. He placed his hands on either side of her face and lifted it so that she was looking up at him. Her lips glistened with saliva and a little of his semen. She would not be deterred. She wrapped a hand around his shaft and ran it up and down, her saliva making it easy for her hand to work him. He knelt up, but instead of joining him, she bent down lower, opening her mouth wide as her other hand guided one of his balls past her lips, into her mouth. The hair was a little annoying, but he wasn't too hairy, so she could ignore it. His skin tasted salty, and she could feel him spasming with unexpected pleasure. She firmly ran her tongue all over and sucked hard, and he moaned with every tug. He'd never experienced this before, and if anyone had ever suggested it, he'd have thought it weird, but now this sexy dirty girl was here on her knees with his balls in her mouth, he couldn't believe how amazing and arousing it felt. Despite his enjoyment, he again pulled her head up. Looking down at her, he said "I want to fuck you the way I found you." She rose up to her knees and he looked over her completely naked form. He shuffled closer and turned her around, bending her over so that she was on her hands and knees, just as he'd first seen her over the fence, topless, wearing only that red bikini. But now her firm round ass was bare and exposed. Her cunt was open and glistening, welcoming him. He didn't even have to guide himself he was so hard, as he slid his cock into her. Though she was wet, she was still tight and she gripped him hard. Every thrust into her brought a heat and an ecstatic ache to her pelvis. It was incredible and she craved more. She rocked back and forth, forcing her pussy down on his cock with his every thrust. "Oh God, fuck me!" She cried out as he quickened. Her words made him thrust harder, but she seemed to enjoy it even more. He held on to her hips, pounding away at her pussy, enjoying being able to fuck her without coming too quickly. Then he had an idea. He slid his hand over her ass, up her back. Raking his fingers up the back of her neck into her thick, soft dark hair, he grabbed a handful. He was careful not to pull hard, but he held it firmly. Eve felt all of her skin come up in goosebumps. He was so gentle, but as he held her there by her hair, grinding his amazing thick cock into her aching pussy, she felt as though her clit was going to explode. She threw her head back and quickened her pace and he responded in kind. She could feel his balls slapping against her clit with every pump, and this sent her over the edge. She couldn't control the mind blowing orgasm as it flowed from her scalp where Trent held her, right down her spine and through every part of her pussy. As she writhed in orgasm, he could feel her gripping his dick, and unexpectedly, he came, shooting his load deep into her, feeling it wash over him again and again. They came apart and rolled back on the blanket, panting. "Well, obviously we do that well together." Said Eve with a smirk. "Oh my God Yes!" replied Trent. After a moment, he rolled onto his side and looked at her. He would have had to have been blind not to have caught her vibe and he knew she wasn't up for anything complicated, but then, neither was he. However, he couldn't believe how good the sex had been with her considering they didn't know each other. "Y'know," he started, a little unsure. "I only live next door, so, if you ever..." "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. This has been fun." She replied. He lay there for a moment, basking in the sun, then he hopped up and dressed. She lay there, still enjoying her nakedness, enjoying the admiring stares Trent was sending her way. "I'd better get back to work." He said. "Those boxes aren't going to unpack themselves." "Okay then. Good luck with it all." She replied smiling to him as he wandered back over to the gate. "Call me if you ever want me to come visit again." He said. As she heard the gate latch behind him, she knew it wouldn't be long before she did. The New Neighbour Disclaimer: There's a lot going on in this story and I wasn't sure what category to submit it under. There's BDSM and a cheating wife(and some cuckolding) and a woman calling her older lover "Daddy". Still, the central theme is a mature one so I stuck it here. Be warned though, this might just have something to offend anyone and everyone. If you are offended, keep two things in mind. One, none of this is real. These are characters, all of whom are of age. Nobody is actually getting hurt or degraded. Secondly, it's meant to entertain so lighten up. "Are you feeling well honey?" Startled, I turned around, clutching my bathrobe around me. I'd foolishly been distracted and not heard him get up. I cursed my daydreaming. If I hadn't have been careful he could have walked in on something very different. "Sorry?" I asked, looking at Mark, my husband, doing up his cuffs. "The bathrobe," he said, pointing. I clutched it tighter around myself. "No, yeah, I'm feeling a bit under the weather." I said, hoping my lie would be convincing. He smiled sympathetically at me as he walked through the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee. It was hard to look at him now, a feeling of shame, guilt and, selfishly, some resentment. Now that he was awake the burning pit in my stomach was hoping he'd get ready for work fairly quickly and leave. Like I said, looking at him was hard. He was tall and handsome and, despite a bit distant, a good man. So every time I looked at him I couldn't help but feel ashamed of what I felt inside. "Well, I'd offer to stay home but I am going to be absolutely swamped this morning. You know tax season." he said with a chuckle. I smiled sympathetically. "And I hope you don't mind..." he started. "What?" I asked, still largely disinterested in what he was saying. "I was going to go out for drinks with some of the guys after work. Is that OK?" he said with a hopeful look in his eye. For a second I felt a bit of righteous indignation. He thought I was sick and wanted to spend a night on the town with his friends? That indignation quickly faded however as I remembered I wasn't sick and was, in fact, the worst wife in the world. "Of course," I said quickly, "You have fun." "Great," he said, his blue eyes twinkling as he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, "So home at around 10? Maybe 11?" "Sounds fine," I said, kissing him back. He deserved to enjoy himself and, selfishly, it would give me as much time as I want. I watched as Mark grabbed one of his jackets and stood in front of the large window in our living room facing the street. Our elderly neighbour was raking the leaves in his front yard across the street from us and I could tell Mark was looking at him. "Honey, has Mr. Miller from across the street ever said anything, you know, inappropriate to you?" Part of me wanted to stifle a laugh. I held it back though. I knew it would raise more questions than answers. "Why do you ask?" I managed. "Well, remember when we had Brendan and Melanie over?" he went on, "Apparently when they were leaving Brendan came back inside for a bit and while Melanie waited by the car he said something a little crude." I bet he did, I thought to myself. Still, all I did was shake my head no. "Well, if he ever does be sure to let me know. If he's a pervert I don't like the idea of you being alone here when he's there." "You're being silly." I said, a lump in my throat "He's married and just a harmless old man. He probably just said something flirty and Melanie got upset. You know what she's like." "You're probably right." he said, smiling, "I mean the guy is pushing seventy? Seventy-five?" "Exactly," I nodded. As Mark turned his back to me I shot a look over at the microwave to check the time. It was close. "Alright hon, well, I should be off." Mark said with a wave. "Give me a call if you want me to pick something up for you on my way home." "I will" I replied, "Bye" "Bye" he said, shutting the door behind him. I walked towards the front of the house to watch him walk to the car. He gave me a wave as he did before I breathed a sigh of relief as the engine roared to life. If he'd forgotten something or needed to come back in I would have run out of time. I watched silver Toyota drive off down the street before rushing to the bathroom. I threw off my bathrobe as soon as I got there. Underneath was a short red plaid skirt and a tight white blouse tied above the stomach. It was the sort of thing that was sold as a "Catholic School Girl" in porn movies but, as someone who actually went to a catholic school I knew it bared no real resemblance to the thick skirts and formal shirts we wore. The skirt was so short as to barely cover the cheeks of my butt and the shirt so thin that my lacy black bra was clearly visible through it even if it hadn't had enough buttons open to leave a clear view of my ample cleavage. I hurriedly applied make-up, cursing Mark for having taken so long to leave. I'd had to leave this job until the end. There would be no way to explain wearing make-up when I was supposedly sick and yet my instructions were clear. As slutty as my outfit was to be my face was to be innocent and youthful. A natural look that I managed fairly quickly given the circumstances. I grabbed an elastic from nearby and pulled my long brown hair behind my head in a quick ponytail. Finished, I took a step back and examined myself in the mirror. The outfit definitely said stripper(and the body, if I were being honest) but from the neck up I swear that despite being almost 23 years old I maybe could have passed for a 18 year old high school senior. I smiled at the thought for a second before I heard the doorbell and my thoughts turned to something else. I walked cautiously from the bathroom, only peeking my head out of entry into the front room. A look in the drive-way told me that the doorbell hadn't been Mark having returned which eased my fears. I opened a drawer in the kitchen to find a pair of black heels I'd stashed earlier and slipped them on as quickly as I could. Then I heard a pounding on the door and I felt that knot in the pit of my stomach return. Only know it was joined by something else. The unmistakable feel of wetness between my thighs. I couldn't believe how turned on I was just by the knock on the door. How did I get here? I wondered for only a second before rushing towards the door. He was right on time. I practiced looking innocent, he'd said he wanted me to look innocent and I took a deep breath even as my fingers trembled as I reached for the doorknob. I opened the door. Standing on my front porch was my elderly neighbour. George Miller. In his early 70's, his head was mainly bald except for some shocks of white on the side. Half a foot taller than my 5'4 frame he was thin except for a bit of a beer gut that had developed over the years. His brown eyes behind thick glasses that immediately set upon me with approval. "Took you a long time to open the door, slut" he said, angrily. "I'm sorry Master," I said obediently, thrusting my chest out. Hoping the sight of my large, D-cup breasts in the outfit he'd wanted would make him happy. "It's Daddy today, slut" he said, immediately walking past me, and heading towards the small cabinet where we kept our booze. I wanted to say something about drinking in the morning but I knew that even if it would have been well received, it was pretty ridiculous for me to criticize anyone's impulse control. "I watched that dumb-fuck husband of yours leave" he said as he poured a large scotch into a tumbler. "Cut it pretty close, didn't you". "Yes daddy," I replied, "I tried to get him to leave sooner but..." "Doesn't matter, does it?" he said, his somewhat wheezing voice full of satisfaction. "If he'd been here you'd still have done whatever I wanted, wouldn't you?" "Yes Daddy," I said again. Would I have really? I don't know. I'd thought about it before, it was hard not to as it was something that Mr. Miller liked talking about. The idea of fucking me in front of Mark. The idea turned him on and, I'm ashamed to admit it, me too. "Now," he said, looking at his watch, "You're late for school, aren't you Bethany?" "Yes daddy," I said again. "Do you want to go school?" he said as he turned back toward me. Now I could see that familiar lust in his eyes. The one that set my insides on fire. The look that got me into all of this trouble in the first place. The look that turned me on like nothing in my life ever had. I couldn't help but feel good about what I'd done. Getting the outfit together had been a bit of work and it all had to be done in secret. Now that I saw the effect, both in his eyes and the tenting of his trousers, I couldn't help but be happy with myself. "No Daddy," I said, trying to sound innocent still, even as my thoughts were as wicked as could be. "What do you want then?" he said, his hands unbuckling his belt. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy," I said honestly, my hands replacing his and finishing the job of removing his belt. "I want to stay home all day so you can fuck your dirty little slut however you want." "Good girl," he grunted as his now unoccupied hands took hold of my breasts and crudely, roughly cupped them. As I dropped to my knees, preparing to take the cock of a man old enough to be my grandfather in my mouth, ready to suck on him ferociously and enthusiastically I couldn't help but ask myself the question again. How did I get here? Six weeks earlier... It had always been there. Undeniable. I forget when it started, probably some stupid movie or TV show. It would have been one of those stupid jokes about some old man lusting after some young girl. Most people who were watching it would have laughed or averted their eyes. Repulsed by the idea of some senior citizen coming on to a nubile young girl. But not me. I felt it burning inside of me. After a few times of seeing something similar and having that reaction I knew it was a kink I had and had bad. It wasn't a standard, fairly common interest in older men either. It wasn't like I was interested in a sugar daddy or wanted some handsome guy with salt and pepper hair either. It wasn't daddy issues, I had and have a great relationship with my father. No, this was different. It didn't rule my life or anything. I did all of the things a girl is supposed to do. I had boyfriends, who were both attractive and age appropriate. I went to college and had normal friends and a normal life. I met a handsome young man and fell in love and accepted a marriage proposal. But it was always there. I tried to fight it. Tried to do what my girlfriends did and pleasure themselves to thoughts of well-built athletes or handsome singers and while that worked for me at times whenever I felt the need to get there quickly or with frightening intensity it returned. The fantasy was always the same. A girl just out of her teens and a man past retirement age. The man didn't have to be attractive, in fact at times it was better if he wasn't, but the girl was. I would go online and look at pictures of it. Transfixed by the sight of some beautiful tanned young thing with perky tits sucking on the cock of a pale, wrinkled old man. What power did he have over her, I would wonder. Was it blackmail? Rape? Sympathy? And what about the old men? How lucky did they feel? I knew that while they might need a pill to get hard to fuck their wrinkled old wives but the young girls always seemed to have them rock hard. I never knew but the thought of it always led my fingers inside my panties stroking at my sex before rubbing at my clit. I couldn't count the number of orgasms I'd had thinking about it and, usually, imagining myself in that position. It rarely bled into my personal life. The truth was I didn't hang around men old enough to really set off my fantasy. I'd had a college professor or two who'd been in their sixties and had set off some bells and I'd occasionally sat next to a man on the bus old enough to really get my mind wandering but those encounters always ended quickly, with the old men never doing much more than give me a kindly smile and leaving me short of breath, my pussy soaked with the idea that if he'd wanted more I might have given it to him. I'd married Mark only a year after graduation and, thanks to a good job at his father's business and help from said father with a down payment, we'd been able to afford a small starter home in a nice urban neighbourhood. We'd moved in happily and found that unlike a lot of places in the city, the prices hadn't been driven up by young folk looking for the next neighbourhood to get hot. It was just a regular middle class neighbourhood. Some families, some young people and some older folk. Of course it was the latter that plays a role in my story. Our next door neighbours were a couple of about 50 who'd stopped by the first day we moved in and while my husband talked sports with an older, although not old enough to interest me, guy his wife talked to me in the kitchen. Chit chat mainly but the conversation took a turn when I asked about the other neighbours. "Oh well, everyone's alright for the most part except..." "Except?" I asked, not sure of what could be wrong. "Well, Mr. Miller across the street." she said, "I'm sure I shouldn't say anything and his wife is nice enough but you know how I was telling you about my daughter away at college?" I nodded. I didn't remember but wanted to hear the story. "Well, he was always fine. A bit crotchety maybe but Sara said that once she developed a more womanly figure in the last year or so she would feel a bit uncomfortable around him. Like if she was taking a walk and ran into him he would stop her to talk and ask her personal questions, about her boyfriends and such." "Ah," I said, getting the picture. I wasn't a stranger to horndogs, I was a busty, slender and, if I can say without sounding conceited, attractive woman.. I'd had more than my share of unwanted attention and as I said despite my unusual proclivities I usually reacted to it the way any woman would. "And I mean it's just ridiculous," My neighbour continued, "I mean he has to be at least almost seventy years old." I paused. Those old feelings stirring up again. "Coming onto a young girl like that." she continued, oblivious to any reaction I had "I wanted to have Carl say something to him but it probably would be more trouble than it was worth. Anyways we're putting our home on the market soon with the kids gone but I figured that for a beautiful young girl like yourself it might be something to watch out for." I nodded and smiled. Inside though it was like fireworks going off. I didn't even know the neighbour or the college student in question but inside my head they were fucking like rabbits. Vague images without any real physical knowledge of them. I could feel my body temperature rising and my heart beating faster. I couldn't help but wonder. If the warning were legit and this older man did have a thing for women around my age, would he say something to me? And if he did, what would I do? I loved Mark, I did, but years of this fantasy had created this burning need in me that was making me unsure of anything. As it turned out, I didn't have to wait very long to find out. I'd spent a few days lurking by my window, hoping I could catch a glimpse of this "Mr. Miller". Not that I was going to do anything but just for information. In my head the imagined encounter between him and the young neighbour had gotten hotter and hotter, I'd masturbated nearly every day that Mark was at work about it, and I felt powerless in my need for more details. Still, I hadn't seen anything. I'd been busy with unpacking and I knew that he'd had plenty of opportunities to leave his front door without me seeing it but I swear I felt like he'd spent a few days solidly inside. Finally I'd had enough. I decided I needed a walk to clear my head. I took a quick look in the mirror to make sure I was presentable, a tight but not indecently so grey t-shirt and jeans seemed more than alright to me, and I took a few steps out the door. I needed to get to know the neighbourhood anyhow and getting my mind off of my distractions would do me good. As I took my first step outside I thought I saw someone out of the corner of my eye but something quickly flashed through my mind. Our new front door locked automatically and I hadn't put the new key on my key ring yet. I turned to catch the door before it shut but was too late, the door locked firmly. I swore, loudly. The safety of the neighbourhood had been a bit of a concern when we'd been looking and I knew that there was no easy way to get into the house other than the front door. "Fuck!" I yelled as I pulled on the door handle uselessly. I groaned to myself as I rested my forehead against the door and thought of my options. The real estate agent didn't have the key and we hadn't become friendly enough with any of the neighbours to have given them a spare. Our old neighbours Jim and Chris had a spare key to our old place but that was of no help. I grumbled in frustration as I pulled out my phone. I'd have to text Mark what I'd done and, well, just wait the six hours until he was done with work. We'd had a fight the night before about, not surprisingly, my absent mindedness as I'd lost track of some of his important boxes during the move and didn't want to give him another reason to point out how distracted I'd been. "Fuck!" I yelled again. This time I heard a gruff male voice respond. "Not very ladylike." I turned around, looking to give the person who'd responded a piece of my mind about where he could stick his notions of "ladylike" but stopped in my tracks. It was, I knew instantly, the man I'd been hoping to catch a glimpse of. There he was at the foot of my front path. His hands on his hips and looking more annoyed than I was. A scowl stretched across his weathered face. "I...sorry," I said, my righteous anger instantly replaced with some of the feelings I'd been trying to avoid. There was something about him that just hit all of the right buttons. Like I said, it was sometimes hotter in my fantasies if the man was unattractive. Almost because it meant he'd probably never had a hot young girl, not even when he was younger. Well, Mr. Miller definitely was not a dashing older Paul Newman type. Not that he was monstrously ugly, just that he looked a bit unpleasant. "So why all the language?" he asked. "I just locked myself out of the house," I said, feeling my throat suddenly go dry. "That was stupid of you," he said gruffly. Ordinarily I'd have shot back, said something vicious back to him but those damn fantasies of mine were taking hold. The fact that his eyes were hungrily roaming up and down my body, clearly lingering on the bulge of my breasts in my t-shirt, didn't help matters much. I felt stupid and him saying so didn't really register. "Yeah, I'm sorry." I said, dumbly. Why was I apologizing to him? "Have a spare key or something?" he asked. "No, we just moved in and..." "I know you just moved in. I thought you might have hidden a key under the mat." I wanted to say that if I'd done that I wouldn't have been swearing in frustration but held my tongue. "No, sorry." "So what are you going to do?" he asked. I felt like a young girl in school being humiliated in front of a class of students. "I don't know," I sheepishly admitted even though I did more or less know. "Well, hold on here a second." he said wearily, sighing as he turned back towards his house. I watched him move with some surprising agility and speed as he disappeared into the small bungalow across from ours. I had no idea what he was up to but I was glad to be no longer face to face with him. I was acting idiotic. I knew that this encounter wasn't going to be anything other than the inspiration to some future Jill-off session but I was still tongue-tied and apparently not in control of my higher motor functions. The New Neighbour A few seconds later I saw him re-appear, his hands clutching a small black bag and him walking back towards me. I remembered that my Step-Grandfather had been always fixing things around the house and so I figured that this was just another similarly handy older man. "I'll get your lock open," he said. I smiled. Despite everything else going on I was relieved that I wouldn't have to text Mark. "Thank you so much, I can't..." "It would help if you got out of the way," he barked. I realized that, yes, I was still standing between him and the door. I moved to get out of his way but my garden was such that I'd have to walk on flowers to clear a path. I tentatively stepped forward before I heard him sigh again before he put his hands on me to push me to one side. The thing is, he didn't nudge me by the shoulder or by the back. No, he reached out with his free hand and palmed my ass, clearly squeezing it before guiding me to where he wanted me. "Stupid girl." he said as he bent down to a knee. I wanted to say something. There was no two ways about it. He'd used the situation to grope at my ass. Maybe that had been his plan all along or not but I just stood there, dumbfounded. I knew that he'd crossed a line and, more to the point, I had. A girl in her right mind, who didn't have the fantasies I had, would have slugged him or worse. I just stood there, the heat inside me having been turned up another notch. I couldn't be sure but I thought I saw a smile on his lips as he started to work. Like he thought he'd gotten away with something. "So you're the new neighbour, huh?" he said as he pulled some tools from his bag and began fiddling with our lock. "Yeah," I said, knowing I should have corrected the singular but not wanting to. "What are you, nineteen?" "I'm 22," I said. He turned to look at me again and this time there was no mistaking it. He was looking at me like a dirty old man. He didn't even try to hide it. "Nice big tits you've got there," he said, continuing to work the lock, "What are they, C's?" I stood there dumbfounded. I knew he was looking at me but to flat out talk about me in that way. I knew that was another he, no we, were crossing. I knew I should have acted angrily. Mentioned my husband. Told him I didn't want his help. But I didn't. "What?" I asked, not really needing him to repeat himself. I'd heard him. "What size bra do you wear?" he said slowly, like I was an idiot. Like being asked about my cup size was a perfectly ordinary thing. Still, I could hear a little spark in his voice, like he was still thrilled that I hadn't stopped him. "What do you care?" I said finally, knowing how insufficient it was as a response. "I like knowing things like that. Back in my day we'd read playboy and you'd get to see the girl's measurements. I don't know why but those bra sizes always did it for me. Something about jerking off to 36C's just got me harder than saying they were big tits." I nodded. Again, I knew I should have objected but I couldn't believe that my years of fantasies were finally paying off into...something. "I wear a 32d" I said, almost blankly. "Mmm," he said appreciatively as he turned back to stare at my tits. I hadn't noticed until now but I could feel my nipples almost painfully hard as they poked against my bra. I looked down to see that it was decent enough not be showing but it clearly didn't stifle the old man's appreciation for what he was looking at. "My wife's flat as a board." he spat, "But I always liked looking at the big ones, especially on a girl your age." Again, I didn't say anything. "When we get in there," he said, "You're going to show them to me, right?" "What do you mean?" I asked, having a pretty good idea of what he meant but still being nervous about assuming too much. "I mean you're going to give me a real look at them, right? I used to be a locksmith and know I just saved you a hundred bucks. Least you could do is let me see what you're so keen to show off." I froze. This was a point of no return. I had so many parts of my brain screaming at me. The part that said I was a married woman, the part saying how weird and bizarre this all ways, the part that told me that this wasn't a very safe situation. Loudest, though, was the part of my brain that wanted to just give in to that bizarre primal urge that was building up in me. "If you want." I said blankly, almost in a haze. And with that the door popped open. I quickly walked through the now open door. There was still that urge in me to slam it shut, call Mark and forget the whole crazy day but I didn't. I simply walked into our front room, still stacked high with boxes and waited for the sound of the door shutting behind me. As it did, I turned to stand around to see my elderly neighbour walk confidently into the house as if he owned it. "You know, if someone does you a favour you should say thank you." I don't know why but at hearing that, him talking to me like I was a child, I found a bit of spirit. "Do you want me to say thank you?" I asked, "Or do you want me to show you I'm grateful?" I let the words hang in the air there. In the past there'd always been a sense of power with my tits. I'd always relished the look on the face of my boyfriends when they first saw them. They were something that attracted guys to me in the first place and I always felt like when guys saw them they lost themselves a little. Despite the craziness of what I was doing I didn't want to lose that power. "Both." the older man said and in just one word, I was back to dumbstruck. I nodded. "Thank you so much," I said, my tone pleasant and almost sing-songy as I grabbed at the bottom of my shirt and began to yank it up. I don't know why but I almost felt like if I maintained a disconnect between the tone of my words and what I was doing that it wasn't real. I pulled the t-shirt up and over the swell of my breasts, the heavy swells displayed in what was a nice white bra with pink lace at the cups. "Jesus," he exclaimed and I flushed with pride. As I did I realized something that, in what was already a bizarre day, kind of weird to boot. "I don't even know your name," I said, hoping I was sounding demure or shy. A tall order given the circumstance. "You can call me Mr. Miller or George for now," he said, his eyes still locked on my chest, "Now take the bra off." I hesitated for a second. I know that in my head I could stop things. That I'd said I'd show him something and had. But I also knew I wanted it to go further. I reached behind me and undid the clasp at the back before pulling the straps off my shoulders and letting the soft material fall down my body to the floor. I stood there topless, my large, heavy tits looking pretty good if I say so myself. Free to breath my hard pale pink nipples stood out proudly as I thrust my chest out. "You like?" I said, proud of what god gave me. "Fuck me, you're a hot little number aren't you," he said and this time I could hear it in his voice. He was asking himself how he'd gotten so lucky. Clearly, I thought, he'd tried this before on other girls. The story of the neighbour girl again sprang to mind but it seemed to safe to say that all of his lecherous behaviour in the past had only gotten him dirty looks or insults. I knew he was thanking his lucky stars that I'd moved in across the street. "Can I touch them?" he asked and for a second I definitely felt a shift in the power dynamics. Now it was his turn to be tongue-tied at what was going on. I wordlessly nodded. I wanted to feel his hands on me. He took a step forward and his bony hands reached out and took firm grasp of my tits. This was another step forward. No going back now. A man old enough to be my grandfather was touching my naked skin in a decidedly sexual way. Even if it weren't for his rough manipulations, something I usually didn't like but now were having a definite affect on me, I would have groaned with pleasure. "Fuck, you're a real slut, aren't you?" he said with wonder as he played with my tits. Weighing them, squeezing them, pulling on the nipples. I wasn't. I'd slept with three people in my life. A total that among my friends practically made me a nun. But I couldn't deny that the word in this context not only made sense but sent a thrill through me. And then, without warning, he kissed me. Not a tender kiss. Not a kiss between lovers but a rough kiss, sloppy. His lips mashed against mine and his tongue snaked into my shocked mouth. It was not a good kiss but I had never been more turned on by one in my life. He squeezed my tits extra hard as his tongue violated my mouth. I arched my back into it and wrapped my arms around him like it was the best kiss in the world. As we kissed, or he kissed me, I began to feel the unmistakable presence of something firm poking into my stomach. I don't know why but up until that exact moment I hadn't really thought things were going to go further than some groping and kissing but as I felt his hard cock for the first time I knew that it was a definite possibility. Finally, I was the girl who was making the old man's cock harder than it had been in years. He pressed it into me firmly for a second, almost rubbing it through his pants against my stomach before he pulled back. He grabbed me firmly by the wrist and yanked me towards the one piece of decent furniture in the room, the couch, and sat down. "Take off your fucking pants," he ordered. I nodded again, my fingers quickly going towards the button on my jeans. I undid it quickly and yanked the jeans down. "Shit, you're a hot little piece of ass aren't you?" he said appreciatively as his eyes took in my nearly naked form. "Don't usually see tits that big on a girl that skinny." I blushed. I liked that my youthful body was turning him on. I saw him fumble with his own pants and finally undoing the zip. I stood breathlessly as he yanked his pants down, revealing a pair of boxers and pulled his dick free. In all of my years of having the fantasy, in all of the porn I'd watched, I'd never seen a cock like his attached to a man who was old enough to set me off. It was huge, at least ten inches long. It stuck out straight from his lap. He was uncut but the little bit of his head I could see looked purple and thick, his rigid shaft smooth except for a few thick veins. It was bigger than all of the guys I'd been with, almost twice as long and significantly thicker. I looked at it before looking into his eyes. I wondered about all of the girls over the years who he'd showed it to with such obvious confidence in it's effect. The look of knowing pride was unmistakable and, for the first time, I thought I saw a smile. Then and there my mind was made up. I knew we'd been leading there anyway but even as I was taking off my pants there was some doubt in my mind. Maybe I'd have just given him a hand job in my panties, I'd thought, let him cum on my tits. That was gone now, there was no turning back. The pinnacle of my fantasy was going down. I was going to fuck an old man. I got onto my knees between his leg and reached out tentatively, my slender fingers almost pulling back as they touched his shaft. I lightly let them trace up and down the length, I still couldn't believe it, before I wrapped them around. Or tried to at least. My fingers wouldn't touch when I grasped the thing. "You like that, don't you?" I didn't look up. I just nodded. Truth was I'd never had a big dick before. Some of my friends who had told me they weren't all that great, some had even said they hurt. But there was something about the idea of it. The seventy year old man with the huge cock was going to fuck the little twenty-two year old girl with big tits. I leaned in towards the dick, opening my mouth wide in anticipation as I looked at the big thing. I didn't even know if it would fit in my mouth. I was inches away from it when I felt Mr. Miller's hand roughly grab my shoulder. "I'm hard enough," he said roughly, pulling me up onto the couch. His cold fingers tucked into the waistband of my panties and began tugging them off. I hadn't known too many guys who passed up a blowjob but clearly he had other thoughts on his mind. There was something right about that, I thought. A quick, hard fuck. I'd get rid of every single bit of frustration that my peculiar fantasy had caused in a few minutes and then I could go on living my life. As I reached down to help him pull my underwear down I felt his lips on me again, this time on my breast. He sucked my left nipple hard into his mouth, causing me to yelp. Finally, despite the distraction, I removed the last of my clothing and rolled over onto his lap to straddle him. We clearly both had the same thing in mind as I lifted myself high enough off him for him to position the huge head of his dick at my practically dripping cunt and in only a second or two of adjustment I felt myself push down on him. "Oh shit," I yelled. The thickness of him surprised me. Sure, seeing it was one thing but actually feeling the pressure of it as he slid inside was something else. I groaned as I felt myself accommodate him, thankful for the first time that my fantasy was as strong as it was and it had made me this wet. Even still, I was worried I wouldn't be able to fit him in. He felt enormous, pushing me to my very limits. There was pain involved but not much and soon he was inside me, at least partially. I'd closed my eyes when he'd pushed inside but opened them and saw something I'd seen in my dreams. The face of an old man, not particularly attractive, looking at me like I was some piece of meat. Only one he was getting to enjoy. And he looked like he was enjoying every second. I knew that Mark had said that I was a tight fit and Mark was half as big as he was. "Oh fuck, you dirty little girl," he exclaimed. I loved it. I wanted to be a dirty little girl for him. Still, I didn't respond. My mind told me to say something playful, call him a dirty old man or something but my vocal chords weren't responding. As he began pushing up into me I could feel the way his thickness caused him to trigger something inside me no guy ever had. Like his cock was inside me but still hitting my clit. I whimpered. I'd never felt anything so good in my life. "Like big dicks, don't you princess?" I nodded, biting my lip so as to not scream. "You like big dicks, I like these big tits," he said as he again took hold of my breasts, "Seems like we were meant to be neighbours." I slid up and down on his cock, still only about half inside me, and threw my head back as he began suckling on my tits. The feeling of his mouth on my sensitive nipples only heightened what his cock was doing and his cock was making me feel things I'd never felt with ever movement, every breath, every little jolt. As I rode I took more and more of him in me. Soon the unbelievable pressure on my clit was joined by a new feeling as he plunged deeper and deeper inside of me than anyone ever had been. In the past I'd always came hardest when I had a vibe on my clit and my fingers plunging in and out of me but somehow the old man's cock was doing both at once. "Shit, your husband must not be very big, is he?" he said. Had I been more in command of my faculties I might have noted that this was the first time he acknowledged he knew I was married but I didn't. In fact, I simply said something I'm still not proud of. "Fuck me, you're so much bigger. It's so fucking good," I moaned I felt his hands on my hips for only a second before I felt his fingers dig in and start pushing me up. It seemed like he wanted some control in how we were fucking and there was a part of me that just wanted to give it to him the way I'd given him everything else. I was in bliss. I could feel the orgasm building in me. Before I'd have sworn that I was one of those women who couldn't cum just from a cock in me but I knew instantly that was wrong. I just needed the right cock. A big cock. A big cock attached to a mean old man. I was bouncing now. Taking at least seven inches of his cock inside me on every thrust and I felt like I might burst the pleasure was so intense. "Fuck me I love it, I love it, I love it" I babbled. "You're a slut for my big cock, aren't you?" he said, although I could hear the exertion in his voice. "Yes I'm your slut, I'm your whore, I'm your fucktoy, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours" I continued, the words spilling from my mouth almost without passing through my brain first. "You can call me master now, slut" he said as I felt his hand slap down on my ass cheek. I yelped and opened my eyes to see his old face looking up at me, a mix of lust and disapproval in his voice. I saw the way our bodies were colliding and his big cock disappearing into my cunt and I couldn't help it, I broke. Completely and totally. I'd wanted something like this for so long and getting it had been so good that I was completely changed by it. "Fuck me master, Don't stop I'm so close, oh fuck, oh FUCK!" I came first, my whole body shaking as I felt the powerful contractions from deep within me. An orgasm unlike any I'd ever known. Complete and full, my body feeling full and electric and somehow both numb and super-sensitive all at once. I was screaming but couldn't hear it, my head thrown back and my breast once again in my older lover's mouth. "I'm cumming you slut, I'm cumming" I heard him say but didn't register it, not until I felt that massive cock throbbing and twitching inside me, blast after blast of semen filling me up. I don't know how long our orgasms lasted but when it was over I collapsed into him. My face in his neck. I felt shattered and transformed and reborn. I could hear my own heavy breathing as well as his as we both recovered. "I own you now," I heard him say. "Yes master," I whispered back. "You're going to let me fuck you again, aren't you?" I pulled back and looked into his eyes. I nodded. "My body belongs to you, master" I said, surprised at the conviction of my words. Slowly my senses returned to me. Not all of them though. I knew that what had just happened was something I couldn't give up. The room stopped spinning and I was in my living room again, I could feel things again even as the shock waves of my orgasm coursed through me. I could feel his thick seed leaking out of me and it registered for the first time that I'd let this man, this old stranger, cum in me without a condom. I didn't care though. I felt electric and alive. "When does your husband get home?" I heard him say. I briefly remembered I had a husband. A husband I'd just betrayed in every way. I knew the guilt would hit me eventually. I knew I'd have some tough questions to ask and answer. But those questions were for another time. I felt like I was on heroin coming down from that orgasm. "Six," I answered. I looked briefly at the clock on the wall. That was seven hours away. "Good," he said as he patted my back like I was a well-behaved pet, "So here's what we're going to do. We're going to go to your bathroom and take a shower and you're going to wash my cock with your mouth. Then we're going to go to your bed and I'm going to fuck you again." I nodded. The Present... How did I get here? The answer ran through my mind as I sank to my knees in my slutty school girl outfit. I didn't care how I'd gotten here. I just loved being here. I opened wide to take his big cock into my mouth. I'd sucked it so many times since that first day and had gotten pretty good at it. I still couldn't take the whole thing but I could suppress my gag reflex enough to get most of it into my throat, a fact my master took great delight in as he gripped my ponytail and forced me down on his cock. Still, he hit my limit and I began to gag and he went back into simply fucking my face. I did my best to look up at him as he did, my eyes watering as his thick hard meat thrust in and out of my warm, wet and willing mouth. The New Neighbour "Dirty little slut, late for school, making Daddy late for work. Take my cock, take it deep." I groaned. I did what I could. I tried to push down further, get the whole thing, eventually his heavy balls were bouncing against my face, smacking into my chin on every thrust. I could tell he was close so I reached out and gave the dangling orbs a little squeeze. That worked. He yanked his cock from my mouth and held the head of his cock in front of my mouth. "Please cum, Daddy," I begged, "Please cum all over your little slut's face." He did. Ever since I started fucking Mr. Miller I couldn't believe all sorts of things but the amount of cum he shot from his heavy balls and his recovery time were incredible for any man, damn near superhuman for someone his age. Thick splashes of cum shot onto my face, long white ropes staining my hair and covering my face, the warm, salty taste of it as he fired a few shots into my open mouth. By the end of it I was a heavy breathing, cum covered mess. As I took a few seconds to recover I took vague notice of Mr. Miller reaching into his pocket and taking out his phone. I knew what was coming. I heard the click of his camera as he took multiple shots of my face covered in his jizz. He liked having pictures of me and I'd obliged in every way, not only letting him take them as we fucked but taking dirty pictures for him when he wasn't here. "Stand up," he commanded and I did so. "I like your outfit," he said as he leaned back against my dining room table, breathing heavily. "Thank you daddy," I said, my face beaming with pride, "May I wipe your cum off my face?" "Would you wear it all day if I told you to?" he asked, "Even when your husband got home?" "You know I would," I replied quickly, reaching out for a nearby towel and wiping some of the sticky muck from my face. I rose unsteadily from my feet. I didn't know what sort of day I had in store. Sometimes it was a relatively sexless day, one where I simply waited on my Master in a sexy outfit as he did whatever he wanted. Other times it was relentless, his hands never leaving my body. Still, when he'd sent me the text message yesterday with the instructions for my outfit I had a hunch that it would be a day filled with sex as we'd not seen each other for a few days. It quickly became apparent that I was right as he pulled me towards him and began groping my body once again. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap and I sat on it obediently. "You look like such a slut," he whispered as he bit into my exposed breast. Not hard, just enough to draw a gasp. "I hope you like it," I said. "Does it feel like I like it?" he said as he took my hand to his cock which, amazingly, was hard again. I began idly stroking it. "Where do you want to fuck me?" I asked, perhaps a little too eagerly. Truth was, the few days without his cock had driven me nearly batty. I was completely and irrevocably hooked now. "Who says I'm going to fuck you?," he said, clearly knowing how desperate I was and drawing out my torture. "Please, Daddy," I whined. Unbelievably, here I was, a gorgeous 22 year old begging this old man for sex. It was as bizarre as it was, somehow, natural. "Well, OK, but on one condition." "Anything," I nodded. "Tomorrow, when I come over, you're not going to look like a slut." he said, "I'm not?" I asked, not entirely sure what he was getting at. "No, you're going to look the furthest thing from it." he said and I could see the look in his eyes, that dirty, creative mind that kept pushing me farther and farther down the rabbit hole. "You're going to be wearing your wedding dress. You're going to be wearing your wedding dress and bridal lingerie and I'm going to fuck you in your marital bed." I gasped. Both at the audacity of the suggestion and the charge it sent through me. I gripped his cock tightly and nodded. I knew it was another terrible betrayal but I didn't care. My Master would like it and I would oblige. "You whore," he said as I began jacking him off harder. "Why would you fuck me in your wedding dress, in the bed you share with your husband." "Because I'm yours," I whispered, "And I'll do anything you say." "Why will you do anything I say," he said. "Because I love this enormous cock," I replied with a giggle. "What else do you love?" he asked and I stopped jerking him for a second. This was a new thing he'd introduced and it was yet another thing that I didn't know how true it was. I didn't know if he wanted genuine emotion or if he just took delight in my obedience. Still I knew what to say. "I love you, Daddy." I said, as sincerely as I could. Truth was, even I didn't know whether it was true or part of...whatever this was. "Love me more than that prick of a husband?" he said, twisting the dagger. "Yes." I replied. "Why?" "Because," I said, kissing his neck, "Your cock is so much bigger and you fuck me so much better." "Tomorrow you're going to say that, on film, with your wedding dress bunched up around your hips and with my dick in your ass." I nodded. "And you can only fuck him once a week from now on, and he has to wear a condom." I nodded and jerked faster. Truth was, Mark and I had never done it much more often than that anyway. Still, I wanted playtime to be over. "Please daddy, fuck me. I'll do anything you want, anytime you want. My body is yours daddy. I'll never fuck him again. I'll move into your house. I'm your fuckslave, master. Your cumslut. Please stick your huge dick in my tight little cunt." I begged, near tears. Finally, my old, unattractive lover acquiesced. I felt him turn me around, harshly, and bend me over the table. The cold wood pressed against my exposed breasts. I felt him yank my panties to one side and in one swift motion that massive cock was buried in me again. Clearly the absence had it's affect on him as he began hammering into me from behind. His huge cock only slightly easier fitting into my cunt after having it stretched it dozens of times in the last few months. It still had the same amazing affect on me. "Oh fuck, I love it," I said as I felt my tight inner walls stretch around it, "I love it, I love you. I'm so in love with you daddy." "You know I showed my buddies those pictures of you in your little red teddy," he said harshly as he fucked me roughly from behind. I groaned, both at the feeling of his dick pistoning into my cunt and at the memory of that night. Mark was out of time and it was the first time I'd bought lingerie just for Master and he'd rewarded me by fucking my ass for the first time. Not the first time with us, the first time ever. My ass was his, first and always. I'd never let anyone else fuck me there. "Did they see, oh fuck, what a good little slut you own?" I asked as I gripped the table as hard as I could. "They did," he said through gritted teeth. "One of them offered me a thousand bucks if he could fuck you for a night." "Daddy, I don't know...." I said, this was pushing things far, even for us. I felt the hard sting of his hand on my ass and his cock stop. "I could use that money." My doubts vanished. "Oh god daddy, whatever you want. I'll be your whore. I'll fuck whoever you tell me to, whenever. My body is yours." "Yeah?" he said as he returned to fucking me. "Yes, oh god, yes." I moaned. "So you're off the pill?" he said as I could feel the tension in his voice. The one matched by the one I felt in my body. His big cock had pushed me to the brink, to the point where my whole body felt like a rubber band stretched further and further until it had not choice but to snap. "Yes daddy," I said. "So you know what I want to hear," he said. "Please daddy, get me pregnant." I moaned, saying something that had proven to be a powerful turn-on for him and, surprisingly, me too, "I love your cock, love your cum. Fill me with your cum and make me all big and round. I want to have your babies, Daddy. I want you to knock me up. Breed me, master. Please, oh god, oh fuck cum in me, please." I came first, my body thrashing against the table as I felt myself gush over his cock. My pained moans one of desperation as I felt my tight cunt grip against his thickness, squeezing him, coaxing the cum out of him. Like my pussy had heard my begging for his seed and was working to get me what I wanted. "You dirty little slut, here it comes," he said before thrusting into me a final time, his explosion in me triggering another orgasm of my own as his thick cum poured into my unprotected cunt. I don't know how many shots filled me with his potent jism but I could feel his churning cock pushing it out of my body, dripping down my leg. My own orgasms leaving stars in my eyes, I moaned sadly as I felt his deflating cock leave my body, leaving me feeling empty in every way. The cool air on my exposed, sore pussy and the fluids leaking from it. I lay on the table, panting and happy. Content in my new life. Content as the property of another, and not the man I married. "Now go fix me lunch and lick your cum off my cock." I heard from behind me as his hand smacked my ass again. I nodded, unsure of which I wanted do first.