My Kinky Neighbor [MF]

My neighbor was fantastic. I worked night shifts on a rotating schedule. Over the course of a summer her outdoor clothes got skimpier and skimpier. She always smiled when I gave her a wink or just watched as she worked or sun-tanned.

One day while she was sun-bathing I noticed her hand slip inside her bikini as she started masturbating. Enjoying the show I pulled up a lawn chair and watched. Her bikini ended up on the ground pretty soon and I noticed her looking at me. After a moment, I pulled my cock out and we watched each other.

This went on for about a week. It felt wrong and it was so much fun. We were never caught but we were right beside the road.

After we would chat later without ever mentioning it. I would talk to her husband from time to time and we were always on good terms.
Then one day it was storming. I was somewhat disappoint. But I carried on with my day. Until my phone buzzed.

It was a picture message of her. She was laying on a big, plush couch wearing nothing but a lacy thong and a pair of nipple clamps.

Then another message that said simply “Oops.”

I replied back after a second “Looks more like a snack than an accident.” She didn’t reply.

Later that night I got another message.

“Are you hungry?”

“Always.”

“I love to cook.”

“What do you like cooking the most.”

“I’ll show you.”

“When?”

“Do you like midnight snacks?”

“I’ll be over “

She was waiting at the door. As soon as I got there she jumped into my arms kissing me. My hands gripped her ass and she let out a small sigh. Then got down, took my hand and led me to their living room. I don’t remember noticing anything about their house. Only her reclining on the couch with her legs parted. Her little nightdress hiked up showing off her bare pussy already wet and a finger on her lips.

I knelt and slowly traced her folds. Sucking and swirling her clit. Soft sighs as my fingers slipped in. Her hips writhed against me and I reached up to pinch her nipple and tug. She gasped and grabbed a pillow. Smothering her face as I licked and fingered her. Abusing her poor nipples with their small piercings. When she started clenching my fingers I grabbed the pillow and jerked it away. She squealed and covered her mouth with her hands. We were beyond stopping. I sucked on her clit and lightly bit, her knuckles turned white.

I pulled out and stopped. Enjoying her mewl of frustration. Then her shocked gasp of pleasure as I took her throat in my hand and plunged my fingers back inside. I made her look in my eyes until she tumbled into a climax that left her shaking and biting the pillow. She wrapped around me after that, holding me. Then she pushed me to the door to leave.

“Lunch plans?”

“Hopefully your cooking.”
“It will be ready in ten minutes.Door is open.”
This time I found her laying on the kitchen table. Clamps were hooked to her nipples and clit. A blindfold on, and a ball-gag in her mouth. She kept shifting in discomfort. I took my time kissing her feet. Up her legs. Lightly tugging the chains on her clamps. She writhed and moaned, drool running down her face. Then I fingered her. Her hips bucked and writhed. Her nails dug into the table. Right on the edge I left her laying there. She whimpered while dripping in need.

She reached a hand between her thighs. I swatted her hand and cheek. She whimpered again.

I would tug on her chains or finger her silly, then stop. The swats got harder. Every time I smacked her cheek or tugged on her chain hard a fresh pulse of cream ran out her pussy.

“Be a good girl.” I growled in her ear and she stiffened.

“You’re mine now.” I told her. She shook her head. I pulled the gag out and cut off her words before she could speak by shoving two fingers coated in her juice into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, almost gagging as I pushed them to her limit. Her back arched as I tugged the chains again.

I viciously fingered her until she was bucking and gagging on my fingers. An ill-fated attempt to bite my fingers got her choked while I bit her breasts until she half-screamed.

I didn’t let her cum. She did scream when I grabbed her hair and drug her head off the table. Soon I was fucking her throat as her hips bucked and I tugged the chains.

Tears rand down her face with drool. She was a mess. Choking and mewling. Her pussy gushed with every thrust and tug. Then I stopped. Leaving her gasping.

“You’re mine, now. And you can’t cum until you tell me so.” I fingered her hard once again then left her in need. I picked up my clothes and walked to my house naked.

She sent me a pick of her pussy with a dildo beside it.

“Please.“

“Cum and you’ll be punished.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Think of a safe-word tonight.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The next day I got a message. She was on her knees. Gag and blindfold in place while she knelt in the living room. I took my time getting there.

I found her as seen in the pic, plus dripping wet and squirming.

“Are you ready to say it?”

She shook her head. I noticed on her belly was written a word in maker. Her safe Word. For an hour I teased and edged. Hurt and worshipped.

Finally she broke, crying and moaning for me.

“I’m yours. All yours, Sir. Take my body. No one else has touched it on months. Please, Sir.” It was over. I snapped. I pinned her face-down. She screamed as she felt me press to her. I liked it. I ripped the blindfold off and tossed it. I rubbed her clit as deep throaty moans escaped. She was tight. And her legs kicked as I thrust in her. She was loud as I ravished her. She came as soon as she felt me bottom out.in her. And several more times.

I didn’t pull out. I pressed to her cervix and filled her until it ran out. She was panting. Green eyes were bloodshot and tears and spit dried to her face. But her lips wrapped around me. Thought was gone. I barely softened before her cum coated lips were on mine. Her nails in my shoulder. She kissed and bit and rode me like a wild animal, jerking off me to squirt before slamming back down. I picked her up in the air, smacking her ass and choking her as she rode me. She grasped my forearm and rode like a rodeo until she exhausted herself. With her bent over the couch I finished, plowing into her hard enough to slide the couch.

“Thank you, sir.” She said and kissed me, laying on my chest.

“Good girl,” I murmured drowsily.

That night she sent me a video of her in the bathtub with a dildo, quietly fucking herself.

“You didn’t ask permission. You’ve been a bad girl.” I replied and went to sleep.

Thus started a multi-year affair that evolved constantly.

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