Blowjob from my Neighbor [cheat; oral; cumplay; piss]

Hearing a soft knock on my door, I looked up from the cup of coffee I was sipping at the kitchen table. I set aside Facebook on my smart phone, got up, and walked over to the door. I bent forward and looked through the small tiny round eyeball gizmo, and in the fishbowl I saw the face of my neighbor Monica. Through the tiny lens, I couldn’t see much beyond her big round blue eyes and the reddish black hair that fell around her white face.

Odd that she’d be knocking at 9 in the morning, just 5 minutes after my wife had pulled out of our driveway, headed for an all-day work-related seminar. That was the reason I was up- had cooked her some breakfast and given her a coffee to go for the road. I had been sitting there after she left, trying to decide whether I wanted to go back to sleep or head into the den and check out some computer porn, and wank my crank.

I opened the door and found myself facing Monica. She was a short, curvy brunette with a pretty face and large, round blue eyes. Her hair had a tint of reddish purple in it as it fell away on either side of her face. She was wearing a robe, which was kind of open in front, exposing her luscious busty cleavage. I noticed without staring that her nipples were pointing through the silky fabric. I felt my cock twitch a little in my pajama bottoms, but tried to ignore it.

“Hey Monica,” I said. “How are you?” I didn’t really know my neighbors well. I had had one conversation with this beautiful curvy MILF about three weeks ago, at the end of the driveway, while taking garbage cans to the curve one Tuesday night. I knew she was married to an older, richer stock broker or investment guy named Mitch, that he left early since his workday started at 6 am East Coast time- which was 3 hours ahead of us. I knew he was almost always gone, both from her immediate bitching about it down at the curb, and also because he drove a loud vintage Ford Mustang and heard him come and go. My wife Cheryl was also a moneyed professional, and often gone herself. I was a graphic designer and website builder, and worked from a home office, part time. The rest of the time I spent as a gym rat, reading a lot of books, and all the house husbandry you can imagine- cooking, cleaning, groceries, repairs, projects. In most senses of the word I was a kept man, and I knew Monica was probably in the same boat. I’m not even sure if she had a job. Not that she needed one if she was married to a fellow that pulled in 300K a year.

“Hi Jay. Can I come in?” asked Monica. I nodded and stepped back, and she stepped in. Her robe was short, going to mid-thigh, and I could see her beautiful curvy ivory-skinned legs. She was in flip flops and I noticed her toes were beautifully manicured with a bright green toe paint. Her robe was light blue, tied by a sash at her waist, and open from just above her belly button, exposing a wonderful plump curve of hot tit-flesh to my eyes.

I closed the door and smiled at her. “Good morning,” I said. “You look sexy as hell.”

Monica smiled, her teeth pearl white and straight. I notice she had lipstick on, which seemed odd given that it was still basically early morning on a Saturday. “Thanks,” she said. “Sorry I’m so skimpy. Just what I was wearing. I saw your wife leaving and I wanted to come ask you something.”

I nodded, feeling my cock throb a bit. “Well, come in, you want some coffee?”

“How long do we have before she comes back?” asked Monica. “It’s just a private thing I want to ask you about. I’m sorry to just burst in on you like this, but saw you kiss her good bye with a mug in your hand, so I knew you were up.”

“She’s gone all day at a seminar.” I said “Come in and make yourself at home.” I turned and walked back to the kitchen and began making her a K Cup of coffee. I felt her moving beside me, and when I turned to grab a clean mug, she was standing close, and I brushed against the silk of her robe. I felt her soft flesh underneath. I looked over at her, that beautiful face so close to mine.

“Am I attractive?” she asked. “I have a reason to ask.”

“Absolutely.” I said. “You look divine to me. Are those breasts natural or man made?”

She giggled. “I had surgery, but Doctor Sparks only put them back up where God intended them in the first place.” I chuckled. “And he might have added two cups, but I think they aren’t too large for my frame, do you?” She looked down at her breasts, and jiggled them a little.

“Your body is sublime. Obviously you are a gorgeous woman. You must know that. What’s going on?”

Her face went to pissy in a heartbeat. “My fucking husband. He never touches me. I just figured maybe he was too old, you know, since he’s almost 58. But I’ve found some gay porn on his phone, and some emails from some male whores. I think he might be gay.” I handed Monica her coffee, and just stood there gazing at her gorgeous face, her jutting tits so close to me, only covered by some thin silk. “Really,” I said. “If he doesn’t touch you then I’d say chances are good. You are sexy as fuck.”

Her face softened. “Aw, Jay, you are so sweet. How is it going with your wife?” I shrugged. “We’re ok. She’s pretty busy and to be honest has kind of lost her sex drive. I tend to watch porn a lot when shes gone, you know?”

Monica nodded. “I finger myself like six times a day.” I nodded, not knowing quite how to respond.

“Anyway,” she said, edging closer. “I decided to find out for sure. I surprised him one day, and went down on him and just started sucking his dick when he was at the kitchen table.”

I groaned uncomfortably, imagining that, and trying not to look down at my own thick cock hardening in my pajamas, and starting to jut out against the fabric. “Um, how did that go?”

“It didn’t. He stayed soft. I even licked his balls and his butthole. He finally just stood up and left me, saying he had to go to work.”

“Wow,” was all I could say. Monica looked up at me. “I’m REALLY good at sucking cock, you know,” she said. “I worked at a massage house for two years before I met Mitch. I sucked off men every day, and I was fucking good at it.”

“Really? Did you like it?” I asked, clearing my throat. My cock was really evident now, about eight inches of flesh pushing sideways against my left pajama leg.”

Monica nodded. “I miss those days. I was such a cumslut. Nothing better than gulping down a huge load of cum and then cleaning the guy up with my tongue to find every precious drop.”

I don’t think I’ve ever had a bigger hint put in my face, and I am not a shy fellow. “Check this out.” I said. I pushed my pajamas down my hips, and my cock sprang out, hitting her soft side, sliding against her robe. “You’ve still got it. Look what you did for me.”

Monica slowly slid a small, cool hand down over my throbbing dick, playing a bit with the skin over the hard cock shaft. She looked up at me. “Your wife isn’t going to find out about this, promise?” I nodded. “Just between us,” I said.

Monica smiled, and removed her fingers from my cock long enough to untie her sash, and then her robe slid smoothly to the floor, revealing her soft, curvy body, all white skin, monstrously large tits capped with hard red nipples, and a lovely vertical pink slit, unblemished with even a single cunt hair. “If I suck you a little, can you hold off cumming a bit, so we can fuck first? You can cum in my mouth later, but I need some good dick in my pussy and ass.” Her tone was matter of fact.

“Should be doable,” I said. “I’m not a fast cummer. You’ll have to do some work to get me to pop. I hope you like long fucks.” With a happy giggle, Monica dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor, and began licking and chewing on my big cock. I felt her tongue lashing around wetly, and then little bites from her playful mouth, and then she was ramming my dick all the way back into her throat, pushing her face all the way in up to the base of my cock.

I reached over and grabbed my smart phone, unlocked it, and pushed the video button. “Mind if I do?” I asked, as she looked up, her big eyes locked on mine, her lips stretched by my cock. She shook her head, and backed off my dick. A stream of spit was still connecting the head of my dick with her mouth. “No, take film and pictures. I just want them too.” “Okay, I said.” I held my phone as she began licking and sucking. “Look up here you slutty cunt,” I told her. She grinned and smiled at the camera and winked, and then went back to licking my cock. “What are you doing?” I asked forcefully. “I’m sucking your fucking dick down my whore throat,” Monica said, getting into the groove of it. “I’m a slutty cunt who needs cock pumping down her throat.” I grinned, and kept filming.

She surprised me a little. “Can you piss with a hardon?” she asked, as she pulled herself off my dick. I could feel her big tits pressed against my thighs, and could see that she had one of her own fists buried in her hungry pussy. “Yes,” I said. “In fact I kind of have to pee. Third cup of coffee.”

“Good,” Monica said. “I haven’t been pissed on in years. Blast me.” I looked down. “Where? On your tits?” Monica lifted her tits up in her two hands, having removed her fingers from their cunt play, and seemed to be offering them to me. “Start on my tits but go up and cover my face with your piss.”

Still filming with my right hand, I took my left hand and guided my cock down a bit, relaxed, and let a golden squirt of pee rip out, splashing on her tits. “That’s it you fucking bastard. Fucking piss on me.” She urged, looking up at my camera with a depraved, wanton look to her beautiful features. I shrugged, relaxed more, and begin a full stream of piss. It splashed onto her tits, covering her with a golden hue, and then I was lifting my cock, and my pee landed on her beautiful face. She slathered her tongue like a bird, and lunged forward, her mouth an inch from my cock, and was pissing full stream into her mouth, the golden liquid splashing out on the sides and falling down her soft, piss-covered body, on my legs, on my feet, the floor, everywhere. As I ran out of piss, she simply took my still-hard cock into her mouth, and sucked hard, swallowing the salty yellow nectar.

I continued the film. “Yum,” she said. “You are a sick fucker, just like me. You want me to piss on you?”

“Maybe later,” I said. “But first, its time to fuck.” I grabbed her arm and lifted her to her feet, and then picked up her soft, curvy petite body, and carried her into the living room. I bent down and lay her glistening stinky body onto the shag carpet and pushed her legs apart. Her pussy was flowing with juice, so fucking wet. She didn’t need licks or fingers or gentle love making. She needed to be fucked like a beast, treated like a whore, pushed down and fucked like a goddamned possession. Intuitively knowing what was going to happen, already breathing hard with pre-orgasmic passion, Monica reached with both hands and held her cunt lips apart, and I pushed forward, still on my knees, and my cock slid smoothly into her wet velvety hole. She moaned with passion, and then made another noise I couldn’t really describe. I pushed my cock all the way into her wet pussy, holding myself with two arms, looking down at this gorgeous white skinned woman, now almost like a wet dog, all glistening from a good piss-covering, her hair wet, her face almost sticky, her lipstick almost washed away.

“Oh that’s it, you bastard, fuck your little whore,” she said. I held myself with one arm, and grabbed my phone camera, still on video mode, which had been set aside momentarily. I leaned back on my heels and got a good video shot of my cock half planted in her fuckhole, and then sliding in and out a little. I panned up and got her torso, her heaving tits, her wide eyes, the expression on her face like she had just discovered her daddy.

I thrust again into her, all the way, and held it, relaxed, and then squeezed my cock muscles hard, making my cock head grow inside her, pressing against her cervix. That little action was enough to push this busty slut into her first orgasm. She moaned and gasped, and her body went rigid. She wrapped her legs around me and was making swallowing sounds, while her eyeballs momentarily rolled upward into her head. Then she was looking at me again, her face full of love and gratitude as orgasm rocked her world. Not content to rest on my laurels, I began pounding her quim again, keeping up a rhythmic motion going, slow but steady. I turned off the video and set aside the camera, and focused her.

“You want it rough?” I asked her, looking down at her pretty face, bouncing tits, and slender torso being fucked below me.

“You know how to choke right?” she asked, barely able to talk. “You know, just pressure at the right place.” I grinned and nodded, and bent down, and growled in her ear with a very low, deep, throaty voice. “You are about to be fucked like a dirty whore.” Then I pushed back up. With my right arm I restrained her as I was fucking that cunt, laying it horizontal across her tits, hand on one of her shoulders, and holding her soft curvy body down on the rug. I put much of my weight on this arm, and felt her struggle a bit with my weight, struggle to breathe. It got worse for her though, because I laid my left hand on her beautiful thin neck, her windpipe, and began to put relentless pressure on her throat. I continued to fuck her pussy, which was just spouting cum and squirt juicy. She grunted and tried to breathe and found herself completely under control of my hardened, man-sized hands, control down to the very air she was breathing, as I continued to pound her gushing wet gash with my rigid big cock. She began convulsing with orgasm and I mercifully allowed her a small breath before reasserting my dominance on her with restraint and choking. Monica then really came, like slave girls cum at their Master’s practiced touch, finding that warm colorful flowing sensation of complete submission, no thought, no worries, no decisions, just the feeling of being used and fucked completely by a strong Dom, at his beck and call, to be used as he deigned to use her, and in the giving, in the submission, controlled, used, Monica found herself having a mighty orgasm indeed, mighty enough to almost knock her unconscious. She fell back completely on the carpet under me. I quickly removed my hand from her throat, and used a finger to check her pulse, which was ripping. She was then moving slightly, tracing circles with her fingertips on my muscular arms, as I slowly and lovingly continued to slide my cock in and out of her now completely soaked cunt.

After a moment, I rolled off of her, on my back beside her. We lay like that for a few minutes, silently.

“That was the fuck of my life,” Monica finally said. “Where in the fuck did you learn to do that?” I chuckled and dissembled. My cock had softened up, even though I hadn’t cum. It was just a hugely visceral and intense experience. “Hard to say. A lot of it is intuition.” I said. “But I’ve been a Dom most of my life.”

Monica rolled over to look at me, her tits pushing against my side. “What now?”

I grinned and nodded toward the kitchen. “Lets get dressed and get a mop. We have some piss to clean up.”

She giggled. “Sure, but I’m not leaving her until after you give me a load of cum on my face.”

“Deal,” I said. “Oh, after you wash your hands, go make me a sandwich. I have roast beef and cheese in the fridge.”

Monica smiled, hopping to her feet, her body naked, lush and gleaming. “Yes, Sir.”

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