Amanda here again from [My bf is an asshole](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/10z73y4/my_bf_is_an_asshole_so_i_f22_fuck_his_kind_friend/) post and I got caught. My neighbor Fred who’s usually the sweetest guy apparently figured out that my loud sex wasn’t because Don was having his way with me after watching him leave this morning. Ted had stuff to do and I was coming back from a run when Fred knocked on my door just after I got in.
We have have been neighbors since I moved in. Small talk in passing and checks me out regularly, kind of creepy but I figured he was harmless enough to not want to do anything stupid. Taller than me, about Don’s height, bit chubby and not in the best of shape. He’s the kind of guy that wears cargo shorts and socks with sandals and zero fashion sense with a short beard.
We chatted a bit about the weather, me in my jogging shorts that compliment my form and my favorite sports bra that makes my tits look just a bit bigger, he wasn’t hiding looking me down and up which honestly made my skin crawl a bit. He also seemed to make it a point to show the budged in his shorts.
Ted left me hot and bothered this morning and I was really worked up, enough to consider being generous to the guy before me who was now talking about his bad luck with women which, if it were a clover, it wouldn’t have a single leaf on it.
He lifted his phone for me to listen to something, at first I thought he got lucky and he wanted to brag about getting someone to moan, loudly. Whoever was getting fucked was getting some great dick…
But then it clicked.
Few ques sounded familiar and I realized he had recorded me from his side of the wall. I had no idea I was that loud or the walls that thin. Hearing me moan Teds name followed by the thumping sound of him pounding me against the wall was a flashback to just this morning when he was going hard after Don got under his skin about something.
It was in the shower, I was holding myself up, legs around his hips and he was fucking me as hard as he could.
Fuck.
I held my tongue and waited. He watched, nervous, clearly nervous. Pretty sure he’d never done anything like this but seeing his expression go from afraid to grinning, seeing me just, drop, opening the door wider for him to enter, he knew he had me. I went from debating giving him a pity fuck and trying to help him to wondering just how far he would take this.
When he was in, I asked, nervous honestly, “What…. what do you want?” My mind went through trying to figure out how I could get out of this. How far was he going to push? Could I trust him?
I could hear his breathing and just say, “Strip.”
I hoped I could trust him, he had his phone in front of him still, I couldn’t tell if he was recording or anything but I really didn’t quite know what I could do. “Can you put the phone down first?”
Wheels turned in that dull head of his, then, he put it in his cargo pocket and repeated himself.
Whew.
I took my time peeling out of what little I had on. Slowly, carefully, I worked on my bra, pulling it up, dropping my tits for him, working it up my arms then over my body, tossing it to the side. He stared as if I was art.
“Now those.”
I sighed, slipping my thumb to the sides of my shorts and pulling them down slow, down my hips, my thighs, my knees, down down down to the floor, working my feet out of them and kicking them aside.
He breathed, grinning, “Get on your knees.”
It occurred to me he didn’t know how long he had. I could see where this was going, dropping down before him, looking up, trying to look cute, hair still in a ponytail. I took initiative and unzipped his fly, working his dick out of his pants and into my mouth.
He did not shower.
I nearly gagged, I don’t know why but his dick tasted terrible, trying to work up the spit and get going he on the other hand, was not wiling to wait. Grabbing my ponytail and pushing into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and not letting up. Keeping me me against him, I could barely breath. All of my focus was trying to get in the headspace for this, feeling him pull back and ram again and again and again over my tongue, hitting my throat. Me trying not to gag, trying to make this as fast as I could.
He was not gentle. He was both aggressive and reserved, like he was conflicted with how to fuck my face. I tried to help him, get a grip, move my tongue over his head, I wanted this to be over as fast as fucking possible.
But it wasn’t fast. He just kept going, me on my knees, naked, in front of the door and letting him face fuck me like it was the last suck off he would ever get. I tried to play with myself to get in the mood but it was not happening.
I was trying to see him, if he was into it or what when looking up I realized the fucker had his phone out pointed right at me. He most certainly was recording now and laughing. I was fucking pissed. But before I could say anything he emptied his load in my mouth and forced me against him, making it damn near impossible to swallow. I choked, gagged, hit his thigh as I tried to look up and tried to pull back to swallow, anything, I needed air.
He let go, fucking finally, I choked up his cum all over his shorts, up my nose and on the carpet. Fucking hell he tasted terrible. Before I could recover he just told me to visit him more often and left.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/110ae07/sucking_for_silence_keeping_my_neighbor_quiet_f22