A NEIGHBORLY ARRANGEMENT [mf] [mast] [swallow] [creampie]

Cute, yes. Gorgeous knockout? No, but she was there, and that was the point. Megan was my neighbor and a few months earlier at my building’s annual BBQ, I overheard her complaining about her inability to settle down with a man. She just wasn’t interested in the rigors of dating around, partnering up, or getting married.

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“Good thing I have a battery recharger,” she joked.

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I smirked. She noticed. We exchanged glances and that was it.

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I always fantasized about having a neighbor I could visit for regular sex and then retreat back to my apartment. A casual arrangement. You know how some people knock on a neighbor’s door to borrow a cup of sugar. This would be no different, except instead of borrowing a cup of sugar, I would use her body (and she would use mine) and then we would say goodnight and return to our respective homes.

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Could Megan be that kind of neighbor? The problem, of course, was two fold: If I asked and she said no, I risked making things very awkward within the building. The second reason was, of course, the proximity to one another and likelihood that feelings could develop.

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But, it was a risk I was potentially willing to take.

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“Hey,” I said via a text message one evening. “I was making cookies and maybe made too many. Do you want some?”

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“I will never turn down cookies,” she wrote back.

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I packed up a few and swung by her apartment. She invited me in and commented that they were still warm. Fresh from the oven. She insisted we share a few right then and there, milk and all. It was my first time in her apartment. We were both in our pajamas as it was later in the evening.

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We ate a few cookies, had a glass of milk, talked about building gossip and then said goodnight. I had chickened out.

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A week later, she texted to say she was returning the favor and wanted to come by with some brownies. This time we ate them in my living room. I had paused the show I was watching on Netflix.

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“I don’t want to interrupt your Netflix and solo-Chill,” she said with a chuckle.

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“The chill part of the evening hasn’t happened yet,” I said, quite proud of my quick response.

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“Hmm,” she said, nibbling on her bottom lip.

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“You’re more than welcome to join me … if your batteries aren’t charged.”

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“Hah,” she said with a giggle. “I knew you overheard that at the BBQ.”

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“Hard to forget,” I said. “No pressure. Obviously. I know we’re neighbors.

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She stood up and walked over to me.

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“The last thing I would want to do is make things awkward,” I continued.

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She lowered herself to her knees and crawled, eagerly, in between my legs.

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“On the other hand, I’m not going to try and talk you out of anything,” I said.

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She unzipped my pants and pulled them around my ankles. She kissed my inner thighs and licked, running her tongue closer and closer to my hard cock. She softly wrapped her right hand around my shaft and stroked it slowly.

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“You’ve got a nice cock,” she whispered as she put it into her mouth. Within seconds, I disappeared down her throat. Her nose pressed into my pelvis. She looked up to me, locking her eyes on mine. I watched as she held me down her throat. After what seemed like quite a while, she pulled my cock from her mouth and stroked it. It was coated in saliva. She put my cock back into my mouth and took me down her throat a second time. But this time, Megan wasn’t fucking around. She gagged herself and fucked her mouth with my cock, jamming her head down harder and harder. She spit. She coughed. She slurped and sucked and gagged and squirmed, fingering herself under her pajama pants.

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She rubbed her clit harder and harder all while slurping and choking on my cock.

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“Let me fuck you,” I shouted.

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I stood up. She dropped her pants to the ground and stepped out of them. I stood and stepped out of mine. She fell back into the my leather chair and spread her legs. I pushed myself into her and drove my cock in and out of her. Her cunt was tight and warm and sopping wet. She continued to rub her clit while I desperately yanked her shirt up over her tits. Her nipples were pink and rock hard. I grabbed them, leaving the shirt on, pumping, ferociously driving myself into her.

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“Harder!” She grunted as she pulled my hair.

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I slammed into her as fast as I could.

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“I’m gonna cum!” She moaned as she kept rubbing her cunt.

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“Do it!” I grunted.

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“Cum inside of me!” She screamed.

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I pumped harder and harder as she rubbed herself. She started to squirm and moan and writhe around on the leather chair.

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“Do it,” I begged.

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“Oh GOD i’m fucking CUMMING!” She shouted.

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At that very moment, I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed as I shot a load inside of her pussy. My cock throbbed and pulsed as thick, heavy sperm filled her perfect little hole.

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“Fuckkkk,” I groaned as I pulled out. Sperm ran down her inner thighs. She scooped it up quickly and licked it from her fingers.

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“I needed that,” she said with a smile.

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“Me too,” I said.

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She pulled her pajama pants on, stood and thanked me for the fuck.

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“Any time,” I whispered as she left my apartment.

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A few days later, I was coming in from dinner with friends when I ran into Megan in the laundry room.

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“Hey neighbor,” I waved as I walked past.

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“Whoa, whoa,” she said.

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I stopped and walked into the laundry room. She was putting a load in. When she closed the lid to the washer, she turned around and pulled her pajama pants down a little bit to reveal her pussy.

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“Want it?” She asked.

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“Uh-huh,” I said walking towards her.

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She hopped up onto the washer and spread her legs.

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“Right here?”

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“It’s late,” she whispered.

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I unzipped my pants and plunged myself into her as she rubbed her clit.

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“Fuck me fast and then bust in my mouth. I want to taste it.”

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I nodded and fucked her as fast and hard as I could. She masturbated. Like the last time, I yanked her top up over her tits and fucked her as hard as I could. The washing machine was rocking back and forth.

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“Christ,” she moaned as she orgasmed.

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“On your knees,” I shouted.

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She slid off the washing machine and onto her knees. I pushed myself into her throat and came almost instantly. She slurped down the mixture of grool and jizz, never taking her eyes from mine.

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“Who said chores are no fun?” She said.

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I laughed and pulled my pants up.

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“See ya,” I whispered.

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“See ya,” she said.

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As I walked upstairs, I couldn’t stop smiling. I thought, A man could get used to this sort of arrangement and couldn’t wait to see what else was in store for us.

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