1 comments/ 21438 views/ 1 favorites Brooke's New Neighbors By: dreamyer White BBW dominates sexy Black couple. The air was palpable with a thick, heavy heat. It dripped off of Brooke's sweet mocha colored skin like warm honey. She stretched her long limbs in the lounge chair and rolled onto her stomach, day dreaming about what the summer might hold for her. Nothing of notable interest had presented itself as of yet, but Brooke knew. Something was coming. Her thick black hair fell across her face and stuck to the thin sheen of sweat there. She brushed it away with annoyance and sat up. 'It is way to hot to be outside today.' She said to herself, standing. She looked to the cool blue water of the swimming pool, considering a swim. The still surface of the water reflected the deeply colored, cloudless sky. Stepping to the edge, she dipped her toe in. It was cooler than the humid air, but still warm. She paused, smoothing her tiny black swimsuit over her ample breasts. Though she was barely nineteen she had the body of a woman, full soft breasts, gently sloping hips, and a thick round ass that drove men crazy. She knew it did because she had caught too many of her dad's friends and clients staring, slack jawed, as she walked through a room. She always loved it too, especially when she would find one sitting alone. She would saunter passed in a tiny skirt and no panties, swaying her hips even more than usual. And she could always find one reason or another to bend at the waist in front of them, giving her ass a little wiggle or arching her back just so. Then, with a knowing smile, she would leave the room while they adjusted their pants. It was rotten behavior, she knew, but what else was going on? She spent most of her time alone in the big empty house while her dad traveled everywhere on business. She had been alone for just a few days this time around. Her girlfriends were already boring her. The guys her age were always such a drag, and without her dad's client's to tease she found herself daydreaming more and more. "Your fucking kidding me!" A woman's delighted squeal broke her reverie. Brooke looked in the direction of the neighbor's house. A man and woman had just pulled into the drive behind it. The woman was gorgeous. Tan and blonde with huge tits that bounced naturally as she jumped up and down, surveying her surroundings. She giggled as he pulled her into his massive arms. "This place is awesome!" She kissed him with full pouted lips then pulled away to see all there was to see. The man followed behind her lifting a couple pieces of luggage out of the trunk of a rental car. The muscles of his forearms bulged as he carried the heavy bags. "I told you you'd like it." His voice was friendly and cheerful, making him sound younger than he was. Though, he couldn't have been that old. He had dark, shaggy hair and a reddish goatee, trimmed close to his face. His lips were the kind that beg to be kissed They curved in a handsome smile. She crept closer to the neighboring yard, remembering something her dad had said about the neighbors trading houses with some Midwestern couple for two weeks. She had written it off as wholly uninteresting, expecting frumpy middle aged people with pressed khakis, cheap polos, and matching visors. She had been wrong. This couple was hot. From the highest point of her yard she could see most of the neighbors pool and hot tub. It also offered her a view of a wide open picture window. Due to some clever landscaping, Brooke could watch, remaining completely concealed. The couple walked up to the house. His eyes never left his lady friends ass as he trailed along behind her. Dropping the bags at the back door , he fished in his pocket for the keys. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. Brooke felt a little bad as she shared their tender moment (unbeknownst to them). But, there was an excitement that outweighed the bad feeling. They had an allure that she couldn't deny. She watched as the pretty blonde's hands trailed off of the man's neck, and down his chest. Her tender kisses making their way to his neck. He found the keys and unlocked the door. Then, taking her in his arms again, he crushed her to his chest, kissing her mouth hungrily. Her hands found themselves tangled in his hair as he pressed her against the doorframe. He said something quietly, still holding her tightly. Brooke strained to hear, but she was too far away. Another giggle pealed from the blonde. He let her go and slapped her ass with a loud crack as she ran into the house. Turning as he lifted one of the bags onto his broad shoulders, he scanned the tall shrubs that Brooke peaked through. His eyes narrowed when they passed over where she stood. He cracked a wry smile, turned into the house, and closed the door. Brooke stood still, hand over her heart. It fluttered as though she'd been caught doing something she knew she shouldn't be. Had he seen her? It didn't seem to matter. After just a short moment, she saw the couple again through the window. It looked into a bright sunroom with two couches facing each other and a large coffee table in the center. The woman entered first. Her long blonde hair flowing over her bare shoulders, brushing the tops of her huge tits. She had stripped to nothing somewhere else and walked slowly to one of the couches. Sprawling herself out upon one, she stretched her arms over her head and sank into the soft green cushions. Her knees fell apart slightly revealing her small dark triangle of hair. She slid one hand over one of her breasts, tweaking the nipple, then over her smooth golden stomach to that dark patch of hair. She toyed with herself absently as she looked around the room, obviously waiting. She turned towards the doorway to the right and grinned, saying something Brooke couldn't hear. In walked her companion. They made them well in the Midwest, Brooke thought as she watched him cross the room, smiling and talking. He was bare-chested, still wearing his faded blue jeans. His wide chest and shoulders were adorned with tattoos. She couldn't make out much more than their bright colors, as he closed in on the woman. She sat up to make room for him beside her. He closed her in his arms and kissed her again, slow and sensual. She responded, holding his face in her hands, pushing her body against his. His huge hands traveled the length of her naked body, running over her shoulders and chest, just grazing her tits, then over her belly and hips, down her thigh to the crook of her knee. He pulled it around his waist as he leaned into her, pushing her back onto the pillows. Brooke could see them both smiling, talking, saying things in what she was sure were hushed sexy voices. The sounds of her yard seemed miles away as she watched, though foliage and glass as the couple explored each other's bodies. Then suddenly, he scooped her up and lay her across the coffee table. Her mouth opened in what was a silent squeal from Brooke's point of view. She arched her back away from the cool table top. Her tits bounced as she laughed and squirmed. His hands ran the length of her torso, squeezing at her tits then back down over her hips, and along her thighs. He spread them apart and admired her with hungry eyes. After a long pause of admiration, his hands and mouth went to work, feasting on her body. He sucked at her nipples, kissed along her ribcage, inching his way down her body and off of the couch. Brooke's pussy ached at the sight. She imagined herself spread out beneath his knowing hands and tongue. Her nipples were hard and ultra sensitive rubbing against the rough mesh of her swimsuit. She leaned a little further out, wanting a better view. Her hand steadying her on the fence that separated the two yards. The blonde woman's beautiful body writhed with utter delight as the man's mouth found her dark thatched mound. Her hands flew into his hair and clutched at it desperately. He stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, working her with is mouth. Brooke could tell how much he loved it as he knelt on his knees with her legs draped over his shoulders. The couch had long since been pushed back to make room for his tall, hulking frame. Then, suddenly, he stood and said something. The woman quickly stood and climbed onto the couch, her elbows on the back, her ass in the air, wiggling in anticipation. With one hand he unbuttoned his pants and slid them and his boxers off of his hips. Stepping out of them, he held his stiff cock in the other hand. He slapped at her ass, her hips bucked in response. Then, he drove it into her, clutching her hips and pumping hard. Her eyes closed, she rolled her head back towards him, her lips moaning, her brow knit. Brooke pressed her fingers against her throbbing clit as she watched her new neighbors fucking like animals. It was too much. She gripped the fence and rubbed her clit slow at first. The man lifted one of his legs, placing his foot beside his lady's knee. His thrusts were slower but with the same force. Brooke watched the lovely blonde woman's silent screams as he thrust himself deeper and deeper. She could just imagine the sounds that filled the neighbors house. There was, however, something strangely sexy about the scene with no sound. It was almost like a dream. Her fingers worked quicker as her bikini bottoms grew more wet. She gripped at the top of the fence, unable to close her eyes or look away. Meanwhile, he gave his girl a single slap on the ass. She sprang up again and turned to face him dropping to her knees. He pulled at his glistening cock, shooting his thick white cum all over her pretty upturned face. She smiled up at him and licked at her lips, saying something. They both laughed. Brooke felt completely unsatisfied. Never before had she wanted to taste a cock so badly, or feel a man's arms around her. She watched as they curled into each other on the couch. Her excitement waning. Her determination growing. She would fuck that man before the week was over, whatever it took. Her mind was spinning with plots to get the job done. She had plenty of tricks she could use, but she had to find the right ones. She walked into the house. The throbbing in her pussy had subsided, though it still buzzed with anticipation. She thought of calling up a friend to take the edge off, then reconsidered. It would be even better if she waited. The next hands that would touch her would be his. Peeling off her sweat stained bikini she tossed it onto her floor. She could smell the sweet muskiness of her pussy. The thought of the scent on her new neighbors mustache made her insides quicken. She knew he would love her pussy, and couldn't wait to rub it all over his face. Starting a cold shower, she let herself dream of exactly that. The shower couldn't clear her mind. She kept seeing him pumping his hips, fucking hard and deep, except she was the one he was fucking. Her smooth cocoa ass bouncing for him. His fingers digging into her soft flesh. Biting her bottom lip she pulled the detachable shower head down and ran the cool water over her shoulders. It teased at her nipples. The heat of the day and her excitement turned to steam around her. She lowered the sprayer, cooling her belly and ass. Running her hand over her slick skin, she lowered it even more. The water sprayed around her clit. She sighed. It was too gentle. She needed more. Holding the shower head in one hand, she slid her fingers from the other into her slippery slit. It was warm inside and oh so swollen. She fucked herself with two fingers while the water sprayed gently around her puffy lips and throbbing clit. It wasn't enough. Brooke ground her teeth in frustration. Her eight inch rubber dildo was just in her linen closet. She left the water running and hurried across the bathroom, leaving wet foot prints every step of the way. She grabbed it in her hand. It's cold, lifeless bouncing irritated her. But, it would have to do. "For now." She said to herself as she stepped back into the shower, turning the heat up a bit and laying herself down on the floor of the tub. She sprayed herself down again, letting the now warm water heat her skin. It ran over her mound as she spread her thighs. The contrast of the warm water on her cooled pussy aroused her again. She pressed her dildo onto her clit. It pulsed under the pressure. Parting her throbbing lips with the rubber tip, she eased it in, pushing it as far as it would go. Her pussy clenched down on it, more satisfied with it's length and girth than it had been with her slender fingers. She drove it in hard and fast bumping her g-spot over and over, the warm water still running over her clit. Dropping the shower head, she rubbed at it with more speed and pressure. The water sprayed around her as she pumped her hips, meeting each thrust of her dildo. With her eyes closed she imagined her new neighbor above her, his hard cock made of real flesh, pummeling her instead. The mere thought drove Brooke over the edge. She cried out her clit rolling, her pussy throbbing. Pulling the dildo out she dropped it with a dull thud. Her pussy pulsed, begged for more. She stood replacing the shower head, then turned the water off. Wrapping a thick soft towel around her wet body she walked back into her room. With the shades pulled tight the room was dark and cool. She opened them wide and found herself wishing that the houses were closer together on her street and her window was on the opposite side of the house. If she could just get him to notice her. She thought of just how she would do it as she smoothed sweetly scented lotion over her entire body. Gazing out the window, Brooke came to a conclusion. Straight forward was her best bet. He wasn't some old hard up asshole hanging around just to get a glimpse of her pussy. He was already getting pussy, and freaking hot pussy at that. She sighed and threw herself onto her bed. Laying there as her skin air dried she thought of all the ways she could arrange a chance meeting with her new neighbors. All of her ideas seemed so staged and silly. She didn't think she could hold a straight face while asking to borrow a cup of sugar. If only she had a dog, she could let it out into their yard and go looking for it. But, she didn't actually need a dog. She could just say that it was lost. No, that wouldn't work. What if they wanted to help her look for it. Then, when they couldn't find her imaginary dog, she would have to feint distress. No, she wasn't an actress. As she ran through all the possibilities. Something struck her. They were from the Midwest right? Isn't that where people bring you cookies and well wishes when you were new to a neighborhood? Yeah. That was exactly what she would do. She'd get dressed in something subtly sexy, go buy some kind of tasty treat. (She sure as hell wasn't baking.) Then she could go introduce herself and welcome them, offering her knowledge of all things local. Brooke found a skimpy little sundress. It was a pale blue halter, with a deep V neck. It's light weight cotton clung to her waist and draped over her hips seductively. It wasn't too short, falling just a few inches above the knee. The fabric felt cool as she slid it over her head. With no panties or bra she felt completely unencumbered. Tying the halter loosely, she revealed an "accidental" sliver of the side of her boobs. With a pair of kitten heeled sandals she was ready to go. She drove to a little bakery not far from her house and bought an assortment of breakfast pastries. Back at her house she swiped a bottle of champagne from her dad's bar. She arranged it all in a basket along with some fresh oranges. Checking her reflection in the hall mirror, she smoothed her hair and straightened the top of her dress. A smile spread across her face. "This is silly." She said to herself then shrugged. "Beats sitting her alone all day." Brooke walked down her drive towards the street. The heat of the day wrapped around her. Her heart beat a little faster. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Then she remembered what she had seen earlier that morning and her resolve returned. She walked up the neighbor's shady drive. The hot sun smattering the ground like sprinkled gold dust. Her steps were long and sure, the sway of her hips delicate and smooth. The basket in her hands made her feel like a fool as she approached the door. She rang the bell and waited, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her hip jutted to one side. Moments later the lovely blonde opened the door with a smile on her face. "Hi! Can I help you?" She raised her eyebrows and tilted her chin away from Brooke, looking from her face to the basket in her hands. "Hi, I'm Brooke, I'll be your neighbor while you're here, I just wanted to introduce myself and welcome you to the neighborhood." She handed the basket to the blonde woman and smiled innocently. "I thought some mid morning Mimosa's might do the trick." The woman took the basket and stepped to the side, still smiling. "Thanks Brooke. I'm Trish, come on in." She walked down the darkened hall towards the kitchen. Brooke followed. She spoke over her shoulder. "You know in all my years I have never been welcomed anywhere with a basket of anything." She laughed. Brooke relaxed at the sound and watched as Trish walked ahead of her. She was wearing the clothes she'd arrived in, a denim mini skirt with a white tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra either. Brooke noticed her nipples, hard and dark through the thin white material of her shirt, as she turned, placing the basket on the island in the middle of the kitchen. She remembered how Trish's full tits swung as she got pounded from behind earlier that morning, and blushed. "I forgot you were coming until I heard you pull up this morning. How was your flight?" Brooke watched as Trish went to work cutting and squeezing oranges into a pitcher. Her tits jiggled as she worked. "Oh, too long. My husband, Mike, is sleeping it off right now." Trish gestured up with one juice dripping hand. "So, you live next door?" She asked as she squeezed the last two oranges into the pitcher. "Yeah, I heard the people who live here were trading houses with someone this summer. What do you think? "It's great. I've never been this far west before. I can't wait to see the ocean either. Nice neighbors too." There was an unmistakable lilt to her voice as her big brown eyes fell upon Brooke's ample cleavage. A sexy half smile played at the corner of her mouth. "Thanks, I just wanted you to feel at home." Her cheeks warmed as she sat, feeling Trish's gaze openly appraise her body. "You have lovely skin." Their eyes met, Trish smiled, her white teeth gleaming behind her full crimson lips. "Thank you." Brooke's voice came out softer than she'd intended. She was caught up in Trish's sparkling smile, her bright eyes, her silken sweet voice. "No, thank you!" Trish winked as the cork of the champagne bottle popped across the room, landing somewhere out of site. She poured it into the pitcher, it's cool vapor rising as it fizzed and mixed with the orange juice. She searched the cabinets for champagne flutes. As Trish stretched to reach them from the top shelf Brooke found herself watching her long, tan legs as she stood on her toes. Her mini skirt rose slightly, revealing the bottom rounds of her ass. Brooke bit her bottom lip. Trish turned with three flutes in her hand. Setting them on the counter she filled two, then handed one to Brooke. Brooke took it, sipping lightly at the refreshing drink. "These pastries look great." Trish said after taking a long drink from her own glass. Then, looking over Brooke's shoulder, her lips spread in a wide bright grin. "Hey Baby! How was your nap?" Brooke turned around facing Mike as he walked into the kitchen. His dark hair was tousled with sleep. His bare chest was sprinkled with dark straight hair. He raised his eyebrows, looking from Trish to Brooke, then back to Trish. A smile on his handsome face. Brooke's New Neighbors "This is Brooke. She lives next door. She brought us some delicious treats to welcome us to the neighborhood." The suggestive tone in her voice sent a thrill like a caress along Brooke's skin. "Great." His voice was rough with sleep. Brooke caught the scent of his skin, warm and masculine, as he passed her. He crossed the room to Trish, bending to nuzzle her neck, wrapping his thick, well muscled arms around her. The size of him surprised Brooke, though she'd seen him already. Being as close as she was, standing just a few feet away, she felt tiny in comparison. He stood at least a half foot above she and Trish and was broad enough in his shoulders to crush them both against his chest with little to no effort. She admired his back as he squeezed Trish tight, then relaxed his grip, still embracing her. His pale blue eyes skimmed Brooke's face. A small amused smile played at his lips. "Thanks Brooke. I'm Mike." Trish released herself from his embrace and moved to pour him a drink. "Try this. It's fresh squeezed oranges and the champagne is delicious." She handed him the glass. It looked so delicate in his hand, as though it could shatter at any moment. Mike sipped his drink, savoring the taste. "That is good." He snatched a pastry out of the basket and took a large bite. "This is good too." He said gesturing with his danish. "Thanks." He pulled up a stool and sat beside Trish resting his hand on her hip while they made pleasant conversation. Brooke told them about the bakery she'd gone to that morning and all the other great restaurants in the area. They talked about their hometown and proved to be far more worldly than she had ever expected from the Midwest. All her life she had thought it was nothing more than pigs and corn. They assured her that she wasn't too far off in her assumptions, complaining about the lack of nightlife and long winters. The late morning passed slowly into afternoon. The three eventually made their way into the sunroom. The furniture had been righted. Brooke's cheeks flushed as they sat, placing their drinks on the table that had, not long before, held the most sumptuous of meals. Trish and Mike paid it no mind as they snuggled into each other again. Brooke began to feel a little guilty about her intentions as she watched this couple so obviously in love with one another. Though her mind kept working, playing and replaying what she had seen before, longing for the same kind of passion. Had she been mistaken earlier? Was Trish flirting with her? It seemed that, though friendly enough, Mike had eyes only for Trish. "We're all out of drinks." Trish stated plainly. "I think I saw another bottle of champagne in the fridge. I'll make more." With that she hopped up and ran out of the room. Mike watched as she bounded out of the room, then turned to face Brooke. He dropped his voice lower. "I saw you this morning." He teased, leaning forward across the table. Brooke's cheeks blazed. She placed her hand on her chest. "What are you talking about?" She tried to sound innocent, but her voice betrayed her with the slightest quaver. "You know what I'm talking about." His eyes narrowed as they burned with intensity. It wasn't anger, but there was no room for argument. Brooke looked towards the doorway that Trish had just left through. "Did you like the show?" "Excuse me?" She was still hanging on to her innocence, embarrassed for having watched them so intimate together. "Oh stop." His voice raised slightly. "I saw you from the doorway. I knew you were watching. Though I have to say, I didn't get a very good look at you then. Had I known..." His voice trailed off suggestively as he looked her up and down. Brooke shifted in her seat. Her pussy responded to the tone of his voice. For once in her life she wasn't sure how to respond. "I told Trish we had an audience. She loves that." Brooke's mouth dropped open. She was shocked. How had he seen her? "I have good eyes." He responded to her silence as though he had read her mind. "So did you like what you saw?" Brooke nodded, caught in his gaze. There was a meanness to his tone that hadn't been there before. It completely contradicted his otherwise pleasant and seemingly gentle personality. She was dumbfounded by the turn of events. Here, she had come with grand plans for her seduction of this man. And there he was proving that not only would it not be necessary, he had similar plans of his own. Trish came back to the room, carrying a fresh pitcher of drinks. "Oh, Mike, you are so bad." Her light voice broke through the lovely tension. Brooke blinked several times and shook her head, looking at Trish with confused amazement. Trish refilled all of there glasses and sat beside Mike resting her bare feet on the table. "You just couldn't wait, could you." She laughed, as light and airily as though she had caught him stealing a taste of frosting from his birthday cake. She looked at Brooke. "Don't let him bother you." He's not as mean as he thinks he is." She looked at him sitting there, still resting his elbows on his knees. He'd thrown on a gray under shirt at some point that morning, she ran a finger along his shoulder just under his shirt. "Besides, I'd hate if he scared you away." Her voice had dropped some too. It was sultry, inviting. Mike sat up and placed a hand on Trish's thigh just above her knee. Brooke wasn't sure what to do. "Don't worry Brooke. I won't let him get you." She laughed again. "You talk a big talk woman." Mike growled playfully, then grabbed Trish up into his arms. She squealed with delight. "You couldn't stop me even if you wanted to." He stood, holding her off the ground, in a display of his complete and total power over her. She kicked halfheartedly, punching at his chest with small fists. "You're an animal." Trish gave up her attempts, wrapping her arms around his neck instead. "And you like it." He teased and dropped her back onto the couch. "Now, you girls play nice. I'll be back later." "Where are you going?" Trish asked looking up from the couch. "Don't worry about it." Trish shrugged and looked at Brooke. She'd been sitting, silently watching. Their ease with one another was impressive. She couldn't remember ever seeing two people so well matched. "So, were you really watching us this morning?" Trish asked after watching Mike leave the room. She sat up. Her short skirt crept up her thigh, she didn't move to pull it back down. Brooke got a glimpse of her plump, peachy pink snatch as she tucked her feet under her ass. She reached for her drink and downed what was left. "Well, yeah. But I wasn't trying to. I mean, not at first anyway." She felt suddenly bashful as Trish eyed her playfully. The sight of Trish's pussy had sent Brooke's mind racing. She stammered, not wanting to sound like a little kid. It wasn't like she wasn't experienced herself. But, she could see that Trish had seen a little more. The ease with which they completely changed the atmosphere from an amiable meeting to one that was so luxurious and sexed charged, took her by surprise. What were they going to do with her? She could barely stand the anticipation. "Don't worry about it. I get a kick out of being watched. Of course, I would have rather had you here, instead of hiding in the bushes out there. You're so pretty." Trish's cheeks were pink, flushed from the champagne. "Thanks." Brooke shrugged off the complement with a smile, growing more sure of where things might be headed. She took a long drink from her own glass and sat back, relaxing into the soft, cushions. Her own skirt slid up her long thighs. She let her knees fall away from each other just a bit. Trish eyed her hungrily. "Can I sit by you?" Trish asked tentatively. The question caught Brooke off guard. It was so polite. "Yeah, sure." She moved over to make room for Trish. She sat down beside her, holding her in the same hungry gaze. "You're something else, you know?" She let her hand rest on the couch behind Brooke. Brooke could feel her warmth, though she hadn't touched her. "What do you mean by that?" "Well, we thought we would get to fool around on our vacation. But, we never expected to have some one deliver herself right to our doorstep." She traced her thumb along the curve of Brooke's neck as she spoke. Tiny hairs stood up all over her body. Trish's voice was just a breath as she inched closer to Brooke on the couch. "So lovely." Her hand was soft and smooth as she rested it on Brooke's shoulder. They looked into the dark pools of each other's eyes, lost in the moment, in the quiet afternoon, the champagne. Trish smiled sweetly. "Can I kiss you?" "Do you want to?" Brooke teased. She'd never been seduced so timidly. As eager as Trish seemed at the moment she was hesitant as well. The peculiarity excited her. Trish's delicate touch was like nothing she'd experienced. The heat from their gentle contact radiated through her entire body. She turned to face Trish completely. "Isn't it obvious?" She pulled her brow together and cocked her chin up with slight confusion. "Well, yeah. But,.." Her voice trailed off as Trish ran her opposite hand up Brooke's exposed thigh. Her silken touch thrilled Brooke in a way so new, she was lost for words. Trish leaned closer. "So?" Her voice a small tremor. Their faces were so close Brooke could feel her warm breath. "Please." Trish's lips, softer than Brooke had imagined, met her own. She drowned in the beautiful ecstasy. Her fingers slid into Brooke's hair while her thumb caressed her cheek. Brooke moved her own hand to Trish's face. They drew on each other's tongues, still tasting the sweetness of their drinks. A small moan escaped Trish's throat. Brooke's hand rested there, feeling the vibrations of the sound. Trish whimpered. Her hand trailed up Brooke's leg, over the thin fabric of her dress to the exposed flesh at the side of her tit. She traced it with her finger, running it just under the dress. Goose bumps sprang up along Brooke's back and arms. Trish cupped the full weight of her breast through her dress, pinching the nipple playfully. They sucked at each other's mouths. Brooke nibbled at Trish's bottom lip, she whimpered again. Brooke's passion overflowed at the sound. She'd always been the one whimpering under her lover's hand and here was a beautiful woman reduced to not much more than a writhing mass of long golden limbs, soft pouted lips, and desire. Trish pulled away, looking into her face from heavy lidded eyes. "Would you like to go upstairs with me?" Again, she was so sheepish, like a child afraid of being told no. Brooke smiled. "Yes, I would." "Good!" Trish grinned and jumped up from the couch. "Follow me!" She scampered towards the stairs, her long golden hair flying behind her. Brooke did just that, her bare feet padding on the cool tiles of the floor, then the plush carpet of the stairs. Trish turned to her from the doorway of the master bedroom, her joy apparent. Brooke approached. They were nearly the same height, standing face to face, eyes gleaming with excitement. Trish stood, silent, waiting. Brooke laced her fingers into Trish's belt loops and pulled her close. They kissed again, long, soft, and sweet, their arms around each other, their tits press together. Trish backed into the room, not wanting to break contact. Brooke followed again. Their lips didn't part as the settled onto the king size bed. They spread out together, exploring each other's bodies with their hands. Brooke ran hers under Trish's thin white shirt, finding her smooth tits. She slid her shirt up and off, revealing the gorgeous globes. Brooke, took their hard, dark nipples between her lips, sucking as much as she could into her mouth. Trish moaned clutching at Brooke's hair. Brooke played at them with her tongue, while lifting and squeezing. "Do you like that?" She asked. Trish merely nodded her head and moaned. "I thought so." Trish wriggled beside her, the hem of her skirt had crept over her hips revealing her perfectly trimmed swath of dark, shining hair. Brooke moved her hand, running her fingers over the coarse hair, then down to the smoothly shaven mound. Trish lay still while Brooke toyed with her, fingers running over her supple skin, then searching the slick folds within. Brooke found Trish's hard little nub and tweaked it. Her feet found traction, as she raised her hips off the bed. Brooke rubbed at it, pressing hard. The slippery wet sound, made Brooke's mouth water. "I wanna taste you." "Ohh, Please." Her words were a long, drawn out moan. Brooke unbuttoned Trish's skirt and slid it off of her waist and down the length of her smooth golden legs. She arched her back away from the bed, her lovely hip bones jutting towards the ceiling. Brooke kissed her stomach, those gorgeous hips. She licked at the soft skin of her thighs. Then, nuzzled her dark hair, kissing her sweet fuzzy peach. Her tongue dipped into the tight crack, tasting her tangy sweetness. Trish lowered her hips, resting her ass on the crisp, cool sheets. Brooke slid off of the bed, kneeling over her, slurping at her pussy. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhh." She writhed and crooned. Brooke lapped at her from ass to clit. She pushed Trish's knees up and back, her tongue working her tight little ass hole. It puckered, she squirmed, rolling her ass against Brooke's outstretched tongue. "You like that don't you?" Brooke teased. "Ohh, yes, yes!" Trish squirmed again, wanting more. Brooke crawled onto the bed, straddling Trish, her face hovering just above hers. She reached behind her neck and untied her halter. It fell to her waist, revealing her own breasts. Their small dark nipples aching for attention. "Do you wanna taste me now?" Trish looked at her, eyes wide, drunk with desire. She nodded her head. "Let me kiss you." Trish whispered. Brooke lowered her head. She pressed her lips to Trish's. They were soft, delicious. Trish wrapped her arms around Brookes neck, pulling her close. Brooke pulled her dress off fully, then fell to the side taking Trish in her arms as well. Their tits were pressed together. Their legs wound together. Their tongues searched each other's mouths. Then, suddenly a metallic click followed by cold harsh metal around Brooke's ankle startled her. They both looked around. Mike was standing at the foot of the bed, and evil grin on his face. Brooke's heart raced with excitement. "Hey girls, are you having fun yet?" His question was followed by another click and a shackle for her other ankle. Mike's hands worked quickly. Before they knew it Brooke and Trish were chained together by the ankles. He moved to the side of the bed, so cool and calm. He sat beside them pulling out another set of handcuffs. Reaching out he took Trish's hand in his, brought it to his mouth and kissed her knuckles while he cuffed her wrist. Then he reached out smoothly taking Brooke's hand in his own, bringing it along side Trish's. They both lay there as if in a trance while their fourth and final manacle was cuffed on. At first it was difficult to maneuver. Their arms gave them the most trouble. They had to move together or it just wouldn't work. Trish and Brooke giggled with each other while Mike watched from his place on the side of the bed. There was little that they could do with or too each other. First they held each others faces, kissing and laughing. Then, they played with each other's tits, squeezing and pinching as best they could. Each one could also rub at the other's pussy, but it was so limited. They had been enjoying their bodies so fully, running their hands over every inch and back again. Which, at that point was impossible. Trish whimpered as they struggled with their bonds. They had both been so tuned on when Mike entered the room. Brooke knew that she could have eaten Trish's pussy all day and night. But the thought of it then made her whimper too. She couldn't do it. It was completely impossible. They were at Mike's mercy. And the way he was watching them, so smug and confident made Brooke shiver deep inside. It was going to be a long time before he let them go. "What's wrong ladies? Are we having some trouble?" Trish moaned in agony. They held their hand at chest level, still trying to get the hang of the hand cuffs. Brooke kissed at Trish's hungry mouth. Trish twisted her hips bumping her pelvis into Brooke's, moaning some more. Brooke looked over Trish's shoulder at Mike. "You fucker." She narrowed her eyes at him. Her voice was mean, and rough. His laugh was cool, smooth. "Watch your mouth little girl. You wouldn't want to make me angry." He held up the keys to the cuffs, then dropped them into his pocket. A gentle rolling laugh followed as he watched Brooke struggle even more. "Give me show." His voice was matter of fact as he stood, crossing his huge muscled arms over his broad chest. Trish pawed at Brooke's tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. She whined into her neck while she kissed and sucked at it. Brooke tested the chains at her ankles. They were longer than she had originally thought. She pulled her knee up, nestling it between Trish's thighs. Trish cried out with delight as she ground her pussy down on it. She turned her hands onto her own tit's and squeezed them roughly. Brooke forced her onto her back, straddling her again, holding both of their hands out to the side. "Oh no!" Trish whined as every bit of stimulation was taken from her. Trish pulled at the cuffs and rolled her hips. She was in complete agony, struggling against the chains. Brooke was overwhelmed, watching Trish's face as she squeezed her eyes shut and bit at her lip. Brooke's pussy pulsed and swelled, her juices flowed down her thighs. She pushed her knees apart as far as she could, pulling Trish's feet and knees into an awkward position. They both strained to rub themselves together, but failed. Brooke rolled her hips wanting something, anything to relieve her desire. She sucked at Trish's bottom lip. They moaned into each other's mouths. Brooke lifted one of her hands off of the bed, lowering it to Trish's puffy, slick lips. "No, no, no, Brooke. That's not part of the game." Mike's calm voice showed no emotion. Brooke shuttered, ignoring his command, more turned on than she'd ever been. She rubbed at Trish's clit. Trish let out a guttural cry and bucked her hips. The chains pulled at their ankles. Brooke's tongue dove into Trish's mouth, quieting her. Then a loud crack, paired with hot stinging across her ass made her scream. She kept rubbing at Trish, making her writhe. Mike's hand came down again on her ass, harder than the first time. The burning felt so good she continued to disobey. Trish whimpered and moaned, turning her head from right to left as Brooke worked her clit. The stinging cracks of Mike's hand on her ass excited both women. Trish's fingers began to work at Brooke's swollen clit as well. Her fingers slid into her pussy. Brooke felt her ass jiggle as Mike wailed away, one blistering crack after another. "Your ass looks great like that Brooke. Keep it moving." She shook it violently, wanting to please him, waiting for another slap. It didn't come. She twisted her hips anxiously. His hand teased at her hot flesh, as he stroked it gently. She groaned. She and Trish rubbed at each other. Their fingers sliding in and out. The chains of the cuffs rattled as they shook. He brought his strong hand down, burning the skin of her ass again. Brooke cried out. "That's enough girls." Mike bent over them and tugged at the chains attached to their busy hands. "Now it's time to behave." He pushed Brooke lightly onto the bed. She fell, pulling Trish with her. Brooke marveled at how something so clumsy could be so sexy. They fumbled with their chains for a moment, then Brooke found herself looking up into Trish's face. She smiled down at her, then stretched their hands above their heads, hanging her lovely breasts in Brooke's face. Brooke licked at them, eagerly, sucking the dark pink nipples into her mouth. Trish was in the same position as Brooke had been, stretching her into the same odd spread eagle position. Brooke had never felt so exposed, or frantic. Unable to move her hands or feet, she continued to suck greedily at Trish's nipples. She writhed just as Trish had, hoping for any kind of release. "It's your turn, Baby." There was Mike's voice again as he whispered in Trish's ear, calm and confident. Brooke's New Neighbors Trish arched her back, raising her ass as high as she could. Her stomach brushed Brooke's. Her body tensed. Her ass rose and fell with anticipation. The same loud crack came suddenly. Trish inhaled quickly. Her tit's bounced in Brooke's face as she raised her ass to meet the next blow. It came again and again. Each time Trish rose to meet Mike's hand. Each time the chains on their ankles pulled Brooke's feet higher and further apart, pressing her still burning ass into the smooth sheets. Trish, who had been so vocal up to this point, remained virtually silent. Her heavy breaths and tiny moans were nothing compared to before. The spanking ended, Trish's head dropped slightly. Her hair tickled Brook's arms. "That's a good girl." Mike's soft velvety voice praised Trish. He was leaning over them both, tucking Trish's hair behind her ear. "I want you to stay right where you are. Don't move." Trish nodded her head. Her tit's grazed Brooke's face delicately. Brooke's legs ached. Her pussy ached even more. She tried to shift. Her chains tugged again. "Just wait." Trish whispered. Brooke waited. Then she felt the weight of Mike's body on the bed, between their legs. She felt Trish's body go tense and heard her moan softly just above her head. Trish's hips began to roll. Brooke felt every movement in the chains that held them together. She felt the warmth of Mike's body just inches from her hot, wet pussy. She could hear the liquid sound of Mike's mouth on Trish's pussy. It made her ache again, her cunt pounding with desire. Then Mike's tongue was on her ass hole, wriggling between her ass cheeks. She moaned and rocked her hips as best she could, straining against the ankle cuffs. Trish still held their hands above her head, her tits still tempted Brooke's mouth. She sucked harder. It was the only thing she could do. She had no control over the rest of her body. Trish held her hands and feet in place while Mike tasted her ass. He worked his way slowly all around her pussy, licking at her damp thighs, dipping his tongue in and out of her pussy. He sucked at her, nibbling lightly on her swollen lips. "Oh fuck!" She screamed when he finally took her clit in his soft warm mouth. He sucked at it like candy as she arched her back, wanting more and more. As suddenly as it had come it was gone. His tongue, his lips. Brooke moaned, bucked her hips. Trish stayed still, holding them both in place. "Lay down Trish. I want you to relax while I decide what to do with you two." Trish did as she was told. First, she brought her hands down from over their heads. Then, she raised herself up, looking down at Brooke. She winked then slowly slid her legs down, allowing Brooke to relax and stretch her aching limbs. Her pussy pulsed as she brought her legs together. Trish kissed her mouth and slid her thigh between Brooke's legs. She rubbed her clit against it shamelessly. Mike's presence was forgotten for the moment while Brooke rubbed her flaming hot pussy against Trish's smooth thigh. "Such naughty girls." Mike stated as he clicked his tongue at them, pulling on the chain around Trish's ankle. "Did I tell you to do that?" They both shook their heads. "As pretty as that is, it's not what I want right now." Brooked looked at him, glared in his eyes. It was his turn to shake his head. "Don't look at me like that. Isn't this what you wanted?" His words were so sure, so confident. Though Brooke hadn't known that this was what she wanted, it most definitely was. She nodded her head, completely taken by his relaxed dominance of them both. Trish kissed her face and neck. "Now, I'm going to unchain your ankles, but only because I want your pussies close together. If you misbehave I'll chain you back up. And you won't be able to play with each other's pussies or even your own, until I'm done spanking you." He looked down at both of them from the foot of the bed. "Do you understand?" His piercing blue eyes held Brooke's until she nodded obediently. He bent down to unchain their ankles then stood, setting the cuffs on the dresser beside him. "I want Trish to sit at the foot of the bed, and I want you to straddle her Brooke." Brooke and Trish both stood then Trish sat, pulling Brooke down with her by their cuffed wrists. Brooke's soaking pussy rubbed against Trish's coarse hair. She ground down on it rotating her hips, savoring the feeling of Trish's bristly hair on her slick, swollen clit. "Ah, ah, Brooke. I said I wanted them close, not touching." She heard his belt come off of his waist with a snap, then felt the cool leather across her right ass cheek. "That's a warning. Now, hold that beautiful ass up, so I can see it. Put your face down." Brooke obeyed. Her ass hovered just above Trish's warm pussy. They held there hands just above their heads and faced each other. Trish's eyes sparkled, a silent smile played on her lips. "You can kiss her if you want, Brooke." He seemed to read her mind again. She kissed Trish, wishing she was sucking her pussy. Trish's tongue explored her mouth while Mike's thick fingers explored her cunt. She groaned and pushed against them as he slid two deep inside her. His thumb rubbed at her ass hole. She rolled her hips again. Trish pulled her lips away and cried out. Brooke turned to see Mike crouching at the foot of the bed, pumping his cock in and out of Trish. His one hand continued to work Brooke while the other held onto the back of her calf. He squeezed it when he caught her looking and slid his thumb into her ass. She was so wet it slid right in, though it was thick enough to make her jump. He eyed her meanly. "You know you like that." "I do." She said meekly unsure if he wanted her to answer. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and slid the longest one into her ass. "Now shut up and put your face down. I'm fucking you know." Brooke's pussy gushed at the command. She pressed her face into the bed beside Trish. Trish sucked at her earlobe. She held her ass high in the air, wagging it to and fro. Mike's hand held her hip as he drove his cock into her soaking swollen lips. She wailed as it's full length penetrated her. It was harder than she had imagined, so much more than her dildo from earlier in the day. She pushed herself against him, urging him to give her every inch. He did. She cried out again as he hit her so deep her insides moved. Then, he pulled it out. She whimpered and wiggled her ass, silently begging for more. She felt Trish rocking beneath her and new he was fucking her again. The look on her face was that of the ecstasy that Brooke had felt just a moment before. Then, as suddenly as he was gone he was back. He eased himself in slowly that time, pumping every inch and pulling back out. Brooke gripped Trish's hands, gasping for air as Mike slammed his cock in again. His hips smacked her ass. She opened her mouth to scream but found Trish's eager mouth instead. Their tongues danced in and out, they sucked passionately at each other's mouths while Mike pounded Brooke from behind. Trish moved one hand down to toy with Brooke's clit. Mike didn't seem to notice or care. Trish's fingers worked her clit, rubbing it faster and faster. Mike kept pounding from behind. Brooke bounced helplessly forward with each thrust, still sucking at Trish's mouth. Trish pinched her clit hard then rubbed it again. Then sensation was amazing, while Mike's rock hard cock pummeled her. A spectacular heat spread from her pussy throughout her entire body. She screamed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" raising herself up so she could come down on his cock when she came. He dug is fingers into her hips and pumped her up and down while she screamed a few more incoherent words. Her pussy clenched his cock, pulsing with a wonderful rhythm. Mike thrust one more time them pushed her forward roughly. His chest pressed against her back while he leaned over her fucking Trish hard enough to make her body bounce under Brooke's weight. Brooke's tit's swung in Trish's face, she squeezed and lick them until her body was racked with the same pulsing heat and joy that Brooke was still recovering from. Then, Brooke felt Mike's hands on her hips as he pulled her back into position. Trish writhed below her, her hips bucking madly. Mike squeezed the side of her ass with one hand and jerked his glistening cock with the other. Brooke heard him groan as a hot jet of cum splattered her ass and the backs of her thighs. Trish lay still moving beneath her, eyes closed, a sleepy smile on her pretty mouth. Mike gave her as a couple gentle pats. She turned to look at him. He smiled and winked, tossing a set of keys onto the bed. Then, without word, he left the room. Brooke reached for the keys and started working on the cuffs. Trish looked at her with sleepy eyes. "I like you." She cooed. Brooke smiled. "I like you too." She stood up and left the cuffs on the bed with Trish, admiring the picture that it made. She thought to herself as she crossed the room, shaking her head with amusement. And this is only their first day here.