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A few nights a week, I’d dig out a cigar and go for a walk, always making sure to stop by the girl’s basement apartment. I could always see in and constantly prayed for a glimpse. I’d seen her on the street and she was a goddess — thick, muscular thighs, large breasts, great posture, blonde hair, ice blue eyes.

But I wanted to see more. I wanted to see her naked, walking around her apartment. After a few months, I got her schedule down. She’d come home around 730pm every night and would take a shower. I knew she was showering because she’d crack the window open and the steam would rush out. I’d linger, pretending to check my phone or re-light my cigar.

Eventually, she’d come out of the shower in a towel, but she’d step behind a closet door to change. She never closed the curtains, though, so I kept hoping that one day, I’d get a glimpse.

And one day, I did. I lingered around 7:55pm, waiting for her to come out of the shower. During that time, I did have to relight my cigar, which sent up a huge cloud of smoke.

She came to the window and shouted out to me.

“Hey, you mind smoking that somewhere else?”

I turned around, casually pretending I hadn’t been aware of her.

“Oh,” I said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.”

She was in her towel.

“I’m Scott,” I said.

“So?” She shot back. “That smells disgusting.”

“Really? Some people like the smell,” I said, lingering, waiting for a name.

“Cindy,” she said with an eye roll.

“What’s up with the eye roll?” I said with a smirk.

At this point, Cindy could see what I hoped she’d see – that I was super good looking. You know Jeffrey Dean Morgan? Yeah, well, I look like that. Only slightly more muscular and a little younger.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” Cindy said. “I know you’re peeping.”

“Am not,” I said.

“Convenient that you happen to pass by every night, just as I’m getting out of the shower.”

“Not EVERY night,” I said.

“So you admit it? Well, here’s the deal. If you put that thing out, I’ll give you something to peep at.”

“I placed the cigar on the sidewalk, slightly out of site, and pretending to put it out. They’re expensive.

“Okay, your turn,” I said.

“Uh-uh,” she said waving her finger at me. Some other time.”

I shook my head, grinned, pick up my cigar and continued my walk.

“Have a good night,” I shouted after I was out of view.

The next night, I returned, lingered by her window, waiting for the shower to turn off. It did and Cindy appeared in her room, towel around her torso. She shimmied it down around her waist, exposing her large, natural, perky breasts. She had pink nipples. Pierced.

And then, the lights went out.

“Ugh!” I groaned loud enough for her to hear. That was it? I was disappointed, but figured she was teasing me.

The next night, I got the same show. A view of the breasts for a few seconds and then lights out.

On the third day, Cindy emerged from the shower with the towel around her waist, not covering her breasts. She walked into the bed room and bent over, reaching for a box under her bed. She pulled out a large, black dildo. My eyes grew wide.

She stepped closer to the light switch and I cursed silently. She shuffled the towel down, teasing her bush that peaked out. I bit my lip. Fuck, this was hot.

And then, lights out. I groaned. But wait – she was going to masturbate!

Not wanting to be the creepy guy staring into an apartment, I pulled out my phone and pretended to scroll through Facebook.

And then, I heard a groan from inside her apartment. I stepped slightly closer to the window. I could hear the dildo sloshing around inside of her pussy. It was tight, at least it sounded that way. I imagined her lips gripping the dildo as it slammed in and out of her.

“Oh godddd,” she groaned. “Mmmm. Fuck!”

She was grunting, I imagined writhing in the sheets. I imagined her legs writhing about uncontrollably as she slammed that big cock into her tight pussy.

“Oh goddd,” she whispered. I imagined her squeezing her breasts, fondling her nipples.

“I’m gonna cum,” she finally announced to no one in particular as she brought herself to climax and then gasped with joy.

I stood, waiting in the silence. Waiting for something. Anything. I wanted to taste her. To finger her. To have her lick her juices from my finger. I could also feel a bulge inside of my pants and knew I had to get back to my apartment ASAP to take care of my own situation.

The next few nights, I worked late and by the time I got to Cindy’s apartment, her window was shut and the lights were off. I cursed.

Friday night came around and I was driving home when I happened to see her get off the bus in our neighborhood.

“You take the bus?” I said in a holier than thou tone of voice as I rolled past her.

“I’m an environmentalist,” she said.

“Oh, sure you are,” I said with a chuckle.

“No, I actually am. I work for the EPA.”

“No shit,” I said, stopping my gas guzzling Dodge Challenger Hellcat. “Well … sorry, then, for what I drive. But I offset it by recycling!”

“Well, that’s great for you. How’d you like last night’s show?”

“Last night? Fuck. I missed it. Was working late.”

“Aw,” she said. “That’s too bad.”

Cindy started walking, so I followed her, driving at 1mph.

“What’d I miss?”

“Oh, please. It’s still early out and neighbors are walking around. I’m not going to shout it out on the sidewalk!”

“Well, how about I invite you over for dinner? I’m a fantastic cook.”

“Is that right?” She asked.

I nodded. Cindy hesitated, her eyes shifting about anxiously.

“Fine. You live in the same building as I do, right?”

“Yeah, apartment 213. Come over whenever.”

“I have to shower first,” she said with a wink.

About 45 minutes later, there was a knock at my door. I answered and Cindy stepped in. I was in shock. She was wearing pajamas and a see through t-shirt. I chuckled as she stepped inside.

“Wow, your apartment is really nice,” she said as she kicked her slippers off by the door.

My apartment WAS really nice. It was dark and masculine, but in a very minimalist sort of way.

“I didn’t get dressed up,” she explained, “for a few reasons. One, you already saw me in my fancy clothes on the street just now. Two, at the end of the day on Friday, I don’t want to get dressed up again. And three, I’m about to fuck your brains out, so this is easier to change out of … let’s eat later?”

I nodded and within a few seconds, we were both naked, making out on my sofa. Her hand found its way towards my crotch and she stroked my already hard cock as I slid two fingers inside of her pussy.

I’d been waiting to feel her for weeks. Longer, even! Her pussy was as tight as I imagined. I pushed myself into her wet hole and slowly raked my fingers back and forth inside of her.

“Oh Jesus,” she moaned.

I pulled my fingers out and could feel her liquid running down my fingers.

“Taste,” I said as I put my fingers in her mouth. She licked and swallowed.

“Mmm,” she groaned as she rubbed her clit.

I slid down onto the floor and spread her legs, kissing her thighs, licking them, teasing my tongue closer and closer to her cunt.

“Do it,” she moaned. “Eat me.”

I lifted her thighs off of the sofa and licked, teasing dangerously close to her asshole.

“Oh, dirty boy,” she said.

“You like it?”

“I love it,” she said as she spun around, doggy style on the sofa, presenting me with her asshole. “Eat it.”

I slapped my tongue against her asshole and licked while she fingered her pussy.

“Good boy,” she moaned as I kept tonguing up and town, saliva running down her legs. Pussy juice leaking from her cunt.

I licked her juices, tasting every bit of her.

“God damn,” she moaned. “I’m cumming,” she said as she rubbed her clit. “Oh god! OH JESUS! FUCK! FUCK YES, TONGUE MY ASS!”

Just like that, she was dripping all over my sofa.

“Taste it,” she commanded.

I spun around and sat against the sofa, my head back, her leaking cunt over my face. She lowered herself and I ate her pussy as she dangled over me.

“Hold on,” she said as she got up and spun around again. Soon, she was sliding down my chest, her pussy in front of my face, my cock in her mouth.

I throbbed as she took me down her throat with ease. No gagging, no coughing, no choking. She was a pro. She slurped my cock down, her nose to my ballsack, tonguing my cock from the base to the tip over and over. Saliva gushed from her mouth as I kept at it, eating her pussy.

“Fuck me,” she commanded as she slithered off me and got onto her hands and knees on the living room carpet.

“Go back and forth,” she said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“From my cunt to my asshole,” she said.

My eyes grew wide. This chick was a freak!

I pushed my cock into her asshole first, since she didn’t give me instructions.

“Ah, you’re goin’ for it?” She said with a giggle.

Her asshole was already warmed up and sufficiently lubed, so my cock wasn’t too much of a struggle. I gripped her hips and soon, I was all the way inside of her.

“You feel amazing,” I whispered as my thighs pressed against her ass. Cindy had a fat little booty — zero cellulite. No dimples. Her ass was as muscular as her thighs, but when I slapped it, it did jiggle enough to make my cock throb harder.

After pumping away inside of her ass, I pulled my cock from her and pushed it into her cunt.

She groaned with delight. I slammed harder inside of her pussy than I did inside of her asshole.

“Call me a whore,” she groaned as I kept slapping her ass.

I extended my hand towards her mouth and fishhooked her cheek.

“You’re a whore,” I said. “A dirty fucking whore. You like my cock in your cunt?”

“I love it,” she said.

“You like my cock up your ass?”

“I LOVE IT!” She screamed.

I put my fingers inside of her asshole as I fucked her cunt. I loved the sensation of feeling my cock through the lining of her asshole with my fingers. I could feel her ridges. Feel myself sliding in and out.

“Stretch out my hole,” she said.

I put my hands on her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I put my cock in her asshole and fucked it for a few seconds before gaping her anus. I spat inside of it.

“You’re a slut,” I shouted as I slapped her ass.

“I love being a slut!” She screamed as she rubbed her clit.

“I’m gonna cum again!” She howled as she vigorously strummed her fingers across her clit.

“Do it,” I commanded. “Do it. Make yourself cum! Cum for me.”

I slammed my cock into her asshole over and over until she couldn’t contain herself.

“Sometimes when I cum, I pee!” She shouted as she orgasmed as a gush of piss shot from her cunt. “Ooooh fucking shit I’m cummmmmiiiiiiing!”

She continued to piss as I pulled my cock from her asshole and she collapsed to the hardwood floor, writhing like a fish out of water in her piss puddle.

“Sorry,” She said as she calmed down. “Sorry for peeing on you.”

I didn’t mind. Truth be told, it was a huge turn on.

“I like it,” I said. “And you know what a dirty slut does?”

“What does a dirty slut do?” She asked.

“Slurp it up,” I said as I stood over her, my hard, wet cock bouncing up and down.

She looked at me in shock, like, what is this guy seriously asking me to do? But there was a glimmer in her eyes, a sort of enticing sluttyness.

“Okay …” she said as she leaned down and hovered her tongue over the puddle. “… Really?” she asked nervously.

“Mm-hmm. And since you’re such a whore, you’re going to lick up all of your piss while I turn you into a piss slut.”

“Oh?” She grinned.

I nodded and stepped back from her, clutching my cock in my hand and aiming towards her face. She lapped up her pee from the hardwoods as I shot my piss into her face. She bathed in it, rolling around, sloshing in it. I soaked her. Her hair dripped with my piss. Her body glimmered as she rubbed it all over herself.

I stepped closer and pushed her mouth open with my thumb. I jacked off and she knew what was coming, so she started to rub her pussy, too.

We masturbated together as she sat in our piss puddles.

“I’m cumming,” I announced as I stepped closer to her open mouth.

“Wait for me!” She pleaded.

I slowed down, stroking slower and slower until she gave me the go ahead and opened her mouth, anticipating my cum.

I released a stream of cum directly onto her tongue. One line. Two lines. Three. The fourth danced across her face, splattering across her eyes and forehead. The fifth soaked her breasts. The first three ropes were collected in her mouth. She held her open mouth in front of me, the cum on display.

“Swallow it,” I commanded. She gulped it down.

“So,” she said. “What’s for dinner?”

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