My bf caught me [F] playing with the neighbour [M] and punished me for it *update*

So here’s the update on my neighbour situation, please check out my other posts to find out how this whole thing started if you’re interested!!

I have been trying to avoid Daniel since we fucked in his garage. It hasn’t been that hard to do; just keeping the blinds closed and staying inside, especially when I wake up early in the mornings. There have been a couple of days that I’ve thought I saw his shadow pass behind the blinds, but I couldn’t have been sure and I didn’t check.

The day after he bent me over his car, I wanted to see him again. Feel him again. I woke up thinking about his big hand pressing me down against the hood against the hood as he had his way with me. Each time I thought a shadow passed the window my heart jumped into my chest and my pussy pulsed, but I resisted checking, resisted going outside. I just fingered myself furiously on the couch, my eyes locked on the window, searching for a hint of him through the closed blinds. As the days and weeks passed I thought about him less, but I still kept the blinds closed.

A couple of days ago I woke up too early again. I tossed around in bed for a couple of minutes trying to reclaim the fog of sleep that was creeping away before giving up. The early morning light that forced itself in around the edges of the bedroom curtain was bright and playful as it flitted across the dark room. Allowing myself to enjoy the warmth of my blankets for one last moment, I succumbed to consciousness and dragged myself out of bed. Coffee goes on, ass goes on the couch.

I contemplated getting high as I waited for the coffee to finish. I like to have those moments of pretending to debate it, as if I haven’t been waking and baking every single day since I stopped working. I grabbed my bong off the table and packed myself a bowl, noticing the cool glass as it balanced on the tops of my pale thighs. Soon the apartment was infiltrated by the smell of sweet smoke and I smiled to myself as the fuzzy warmth of the high came over me.

I tried to pretend I was enjoying the morning as I sat and sipped on the coffee, absentmindedly browsing the web under my favourite blanket. The truth was I was distracted as fuck. The light behind the blinds was teasing me. I told myself I was just craving the sunlight but I think that was a lie. I had woken up horny (god I hate that word), and my mind kept slipping to my little green vibrator and the fresh batteries I’d just put in it.

Okay, I reasoned with myself, I can masturbate on the couch and keep the blinds closed. I do it all the time, no problem. I retrieved the toy quietly from the other room, and then returned to face the living room window. The sun behind the blinds looked warm. It was calling my name. My heart was racing. I knew I shouldn’t risk it, but at this point it had also been weeks since my encounter with Daniel… weeks since I’d even opened the blinds in the morning. He probably stopped checking, if he ever even was. Before I could reason with myself any farther, my hands were reaching up to the string and gently pulling the blinds open.

The sun on my face made me squint but I had to smile. I had missed that morning sun. Opening my eyes I saw nothing but weeds and pavement outside my window. No Daniel. I returned to the couch and lay down, admiring the way the sun danced across my pale skin, exposed in just my panties. I let my fingers trail lightly across my skin, tracing the lines of the tattoos on my hips and ribs before coming up to play with my nipples. Slowly circling them, I felt my pussy begin to tingle. I ignored it and continued to tease my nipples, sticking my index and pointer finger in my mouth to wet them and then feeling my nipples grow hard under the cool sensation of my spit.

I forgot about the window as I brought my hand down to softly stroke my slit, rubbing through my underwear. Stopping just to peel them off, I closed my eyes and teased my lips open, bringing a finger to my hole. I gently explored the entrance for a moment, feeling the sticky wetness and bringing the juices up to my clit. I began to rub my clit gently, feeling it quiver under my fingers as my desire began to build. I enjoyed teasing myself for another minute or so until I remembered the vibrator. Turning it on to a relatively low setting, I carefully brought it down on my clit.

In minutes I was dripping, squirming on the couch, expertly navigating myself towards orgasm. I felt it start to build and pulled the vibratory back, wanting to savour the morning, not ready to cum so soon. That was when I opened my eyes. Before I had even looked towards the window I knew he was there. I could feel him. Goosebumps crept up my flesh as we locked gazes through the glass and I froze. He looked better than I remembered, freshly shaven, broad shoulders and strong arms shown off in the well-fitted black t-shirt he wore over a pair of dark jeans, which was almost-but-not-quite long enough to hide the bulge of his erection. His pale blue eyes were flashing as he raised an eyebrow at me and cocked his head.

“Come out” he mouthed at me. I shook my head in response. As much as I’d been thinking about what happened in his garage over the last couple of weeks, I didn’t really want to fuck him again. Things had been kind of better with Ian lately, and after my last post y’all made me feel kind of shit about messing around on him (although can I just say? You really don’t know the whole story). Not to mention the whole pandemic situation… if he got me sick, then what? His eyebrows furrowed into a frown and he took a step closer to the window.

“Come. Out.” His expression was calm, serious, and it was driving me crazy. My pussy was pulsing with anticipation and for a second I regretted not finishing myself earlier. Having him right there, being this worked up, was leading towards trouble, and I have been so good. Without responding I slowly began to play with my nipples again. I could resist going out to him easily, but if he wanted to watch me play again, that would be relatively harmless, right? I returned the vibrator to my clit and arched my back, guiding the sensation, still looking at him. He honestly looked furious, but after a moment he must have resigned because I watched his hand go down his pants so stroke his cock as he watched me.

Maintaining eye contact as best as I could, I slid my vibrator easily inside me, biting back a moan as it stimulated my g spot. I began to slowly fuck myself with it, trying to match his pace as he jacked himself off. Then, suddenly, a noise.

“What the fuck Teddy?” My neck whipped around and I saw Ian standing there in the hallway. My heart sunk. “What the fuck am I looking at?” He was looking back and forth between me on the couch and the widow, where Daniel was still standing frozen with his hand down his pants. I rose and hurried over to him, reaching out.

“Ian look, it’s not what you think…” he pushed me away.

“Is that a fucking joke? It’s not what I think? So you’re not fucking yourself for this dude? Who the fuck is that Teddy?” I felt tears start to well up in my eyes and started to speak, but he cut me off with a blazing look. Then before I knew what was happening, he grabbed me by the hair with one hand. I gasped in pain as he pulled me back over towards the couch.

“You like to put on a show, is that it? You wanna show off for this old ass man? Let’s give him a fucking show”

“Ian -“ before I could finish he was sitting on the couch and had forced me to my knees in front of him, one hand still wrapped painfully in my hair. With the other hand he slid his pyjama pants down and pulled out his semi-hard dick. I made the mistake of glancing up towards the window, and had just made out Daniels shadow still standing there before Ian forced my head down on his cock. I began to lick and suck on it, my heart thudding heavily in my chest and my mind racing uncontrollably. I couldn’t figure out what Ian was thinking. I had expected anger, hurt, confusion, really anything but this. I felt his dick grow bigger and harder in my mouth and I gagged on it as he roughly pushed on my head, forcing me to take it deeper into my throat. Tears and saliva were streaming down my face and neck when he pulled me back.

As I struggled to catch my breath, Ian stood and pulled me to my feet with him and then spun us around so he could bend me over the couch. From this position I could clearly see Daniel watching us. I felt a wave of anger roll over me – why the fuck was he still standing there? – but in an instant it was gone. With no warning, Ian had shoved the head of his thick cock into my asshole.

I cried out at the pain. Anal was something we had done before, but never without discussing it and never without lube. Luckily, my saliva on his cock helped a bit, but the pain and pressure was still intense as he continued to pump his cock deeper into my ass and I couldn’t help but whimper.

“Shut the fuck up” Ian growled behind me, his fingers on one hand digging painfully into my hips, his other hand pulling hard on my hair. Ignoring my protests, he picked up his pace, stopping for just a second to spit onto my hole before resuming. After a moment, the pain made way for pleasure and I was moaning at the heat and sensation of taking all of him.

“That’s my girl. That’s my good slut” Ian said. Daniel and I made eye contact through the window briefly again and I could see he had continued masturbating… a bold move, but I couldn’t dwell on it. Ian was fucking me as hard as he could now, grunting with every thrust, pulling out just to slam back in again and make me yelp. After a few more hard thrusts he pulled out and I felt his hot cum spray over my ass cheeks. I tried to straighten up but he held me down where I was. Leaning over to my ear, he whispered

“Don’t forget who you belong to. Your MY slut, Teddy. Mine.” And then he was gone. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him flash a middle finger to the window as he left the room. I stayed where I was until I heard the bedroom door close and then I slowly stood, wincing. I was sore all over, sweaty, covered in spit and cum, feeling humiliated and used and… satisfied. On my way to the bathroom to clean myself up, I paused to looked at the window one more time. Daniel was gone.

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