Dim hallway light filters under doors. Village apartment block dead quiet. Neighbors asleep. My black die rolled six at lunch. Emailed Adeline, my slutty neighbor next door. Picked her up from work like always. Secret routine. Pulled into her flat. Door clicks shut. Heart thumps. Floorboards creak soft under shoes.
She stares, eyes hungry. ‘Master,’ she whispers. No ‘vous’ yet. I nod. Threshold crossed. Risk hits – walls paper-thin. Old Mme. downstairs sleeps light. Streetlamp glow sneaks through blinds. Shadows dance. She drops jacket. Blouse unbuttons slow. Tits push out, bra black lace. Skirt zips down. Heels click. Stockings grip thighs. Full nude now, but keeps hose. Kneels. Lips on my shoes. Tongue flicks. ‘Your bitch,’ she breathes.
The Contact
Sucks cock. Zipper rasps quiet. Mouth hot, wet. Gulp gulp muffled. Saliva drips. I groan low. Pull out. She dresses whore-style: spike heels clack, garter snaps, sheer blue babydoll floats. No panties. Collar chokes neck. Photos snap – flash off, phone silent. She poses, ass out.
Back in hall? No, salon. Pouf dragged. Legs spread wide. Fingers dive pussy. Squelch squelch. Cyprine strings. Clit swells. Moans bitten back. ‘Hush, whore,’ I hiss. She cums, body shakes. Floor creaks under thrusts. Blinds rattle faint.
Pizza run quick. Back, table set. She kneels naked-ish. Eats from carton, no hands. Ass up. Rosebud plug gleams in shithole. Pink, fat. I yank pants. Cock out. She sucks deep. Slurp slurp. Plug pops out. Lube squirts. Finger her ass. Tight, hot. Grip hips. Ram in. Half shaft first. She gasps muffled. Full thrust. Balls slap.
The Indiscretion
Pound hard. Grunts echo soft. She fingers cunt. Nails scrape my sack. Walls thrum. Neighbor TV hums faint next door. Faster. Ass grips cock. Sweat drips. She cums first, whine choked. I unload. Cum floods shithole. Pull out. She squats over carton. Pushes. White globs plop. Tongue laps. Swallows ass-cum mix. Bitter, dirty.
Bedroom now. Laptop glows. Anime plays low. She cuddles. Hand on soft cock. Strokes firm. Hardens. ‘Options, Master?’ Whispers choices: facial, swallow, ride. I pick all. Branlette tight. First ropes hit face – eye, forehead. ‘Suck rest, cumdump.’ Mouth engulfs. Gulps loads. Rides after. Pussy slurps cock. Hips grind. Cums howling soft. Bedframe taps wall. Freeze. Silence.
Lights out. Creep to door. Hallway empty. Stairs down. Footsteps? Old man passes, nods. Heart slams. No clue. Back to my flat. Door locks. Cock twitches replay. Secret holds. Neighbors sleep on. Die waits for next six.