My neighbor texted me — did I know the name of an electrician? We chatted for a while. And then she asked how my night was going. “Eh,” I said. “Low key. What about you?” “Same …” she responded. I hesitated. She was pretty. Had a nice body. What I *wanted* to ask was, “Do you want to come upstairs and fuck?” But of course, there is a more diplomatic way of saying that, these days.
“Any chance you’d be interested in coming upstairs for a good ol’ fashioned Netflix and Chill? Sorry if that’s a weird thing to text a neighbor … can’t hurt to ask, though. Right?”
“hahahah,” she responded.
And then, silence. Guess that was a no.
And then, a few minutes passed and my phone buzzed.
“I mean … the Netflix part sounds fine. But I don’t just do casual stuff. Sorry!”
“No worries,” I said.
Honestly, I wasn’t looking for company. I was looking to have sex. I was horny. It’d been weeks … no, wait. MONTHS? Yeah. It’d been MONTHS. All of my usual fuck buddies had settled into boring sexless relationships and I needed to find someone knew. I know, you’re not supposed to fuck your neighbors. After all, if/when it turns sour … they know where you live and they can poison your image by gossiping to other neighbors. Talk about a hostile living environment.
But … like I said … MONTHS. I was getting desperate. Aaand, she shot me down, anyway.
An hour passed and my phone buzzed again.
“I mean,” she wrote. “We would have to set up some VERY clear boundaries. Since we’re neighbors.”
“Agreed. 100%. Let’s not have this turn awkward.”
“Okay. I’ll be right up.”
I ran to the bathroom for a swig of mouthwash, but she must have been horny, too, because she virtually sprinted up the steps and knocked on my door. I opened and she smirked.
“Hey neighb,” she said with a giggle, letting herself in.
“Hey,” I said.
She plopped down comfortably on my sofa and smirked. She was wearing booty shorts and a very worn down, very see through white tank. Her hard nipples were on display – clear as day.
“Hey,” I said, sitting down next to her. She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I kissed her back and put my hand on her thigh. We kissed, slowly, as I slid my fingers up under her shorts. She was warm. Wet. I could feel her break down into goosebumps as my fingers ran up and down her inner thigh.
“Mmm,” she moaned.
I stood and ripped my clothes off. She followed suit. No bra. No panties. She was naked. I was naked. I pushed her onto the sofa and dropped to my knees, forcing her legs open. This wasn’t a foreplay kind of night. This was a go right for the pussy kind of evening. I pressed my mouth into her lips and spread them open with my fingers. I fingered her, sucking her clit.
“Fuck!” She moaned. “You don’t waste time!”
“Not tonight,” I said as I fingered her. She moaned. Her pussy was sloshing, filling up, ready to burst.
“I can — do you mind if –”
“Do it,” I shouted. She couldn’t hold back. She released a torrent of squirt from her pink pussy. It shot across my living room. I watched in awe and then pressed my mouth to her clit one last time, licking as she quivering and trembled.
“Okay! Ok ok ok ok, stop stop stop,” she said, giggling, laughing, pushing me away. Her pussy was that sensitive.
I stepped back and watched as she calmed down, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples. She was gasping for breath. And then, she glanced down and saw my cock, hard, desperate for attention.
“Oh, hello,” she said with a smirk. She inched forward on my sofa and licked the tip of my cock. “Mmm, nice cock.”
“Thank you,” I said as she stroked it. She spat into the palm of her hand and began to jerk me off as she masturbated. She put my cock into her mouth and slurped and licked while I thrusted, slowly, in and out of her throat. I held my hands on the sides of her head and guided my cock deeper and deeper down her throat until she gagged. I yanked my cock out. She held up a finger – wait – and then, she nodded. I proceeded, pushing myself deeper and deeper into her mouth.
“Suck,” I said.
She began to bob her head up and down, sucking faster and faster until I yanked my saliva coated cock from her throat and flipped her over. She crawled on her hands and knees to the arm of the sofa, which she rested on while I buried myself into her pussy. I fucked, pounding.
Tonight, this was my pussy. I fucked it as hard as I could, pressing deeper and deeper. I whacked her ass. She moaned.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I grunted.
“So tight, baby. Fuck my pussy. Beat it up!”
I fucked harder — as if such a thing was possible.
“God, you’re so deep!” She grunted.
I reached out and pulled on her ponytail with my right hand, causing her head to arch back. I spat onto her asshole and pushed a thumb inside with my left hand.
“Ohh goddd,” she moaned.
“I’m gonna cum!” I shouted.
“Do it, soak my tits in your load!”
Remember how I said I hadn’t gotten laid in months? Well, I hadn’t jerked off in quite a while, either. And I’m the sort of guy who can cum a LOT if I don’t jerk off for two days straight, let alone two weeks. I smirked. She was about to get SOAKED.
“On your knees!” I shouted.
She spun around and flew onto the floor. She cupped her breasts and squeezed them together and made eye contact with me as I jerked off.
“Suck it, taste your pussy!” I said.
She leaned in and sucked, licking my shaft clean of her juices. And then, I grabbed onto my cock, jerked off and came. I shot one of those uncontrollable loads. It went where it wanted to go. My neighbor was drenched. Have you ever seen those videos where all of the comments are like, “Fake cum! Fake cum!” Yeah … that was me. Three weeks of not jerking off produced the equivalent of a ten man bukkake. It was other worldly.
Sperm went EVERYWHERE. Her hair was coated, weighted down. Her face was drenched. Rope after rope after rope after rope darted across her face. Her forehead, her nose dripped with sperm. Her mouth was covered. Her eyes were glued shut. Sperm drenched her tits. DRENCHED.
I stepped back and took it all in.
“Oh. My GOD,” she shouted. “What … what …”
“I don’t … I don’t know what happened,” I said.
“Can you get my phone for me?” She asked.
I handed her the phone, which she opened via a password, since it obviously didn’t recognize her cum covered face. She opened her camera and tried to navigate to take a selfie.
“Want a hand?” I asked.
“Yeah. Fuck. Just … just take a picture of this mess. I’m going to send it to my bestie. She is NEVER going to believe this.”
My neighbor was fighting back the laughter as I snapped a photo.
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay … okay … um … can you get me, like … a towel?”
“How about I give you a hand and we take a shower instead?”
“Uh-huh. Yeah.”
After the shower, she sent the photo to her bestie and giggled.
“She’s going to be FREAKED OUT. Okay. Well, goodnight, buddy!”
“Goodnight,” I said as I held the door for her.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/c0s02f/im_flattered_but_no_mf_oral_mast_squirt_facial
Full-on desire at play. Really very hot.
sell out already OP make a sequel
great story