The Neighborhood: Part 14 [MF][FF][Handjob][Exh][Voy][Mdom][Fdom][Oral][Sex][MC][SciFi]

**The Neighborhood: Part 14**

**Note:** It’s been a while since we visited The Neighborhood. Hopefully there’s still some interest.

**A brief recap:** Colin Turner was a middling sad-sack with failnig marriage, who stumbled into a dream job based on some research he wrote years ago. He took a job with Fenris, a company with its own little enclave in Wolfsburg, CA, and its own peculiar work ethics. Fortunately, he had the sly and sexy Janelle, his hiring advisor, to act as his guide as he acclimated. He moved into a large house in the neighborhood with his wife Alison, and becomes involved in a company project involving wristbands that can alter behavior, within limits, based on keywords of phrases. Over time, Colin learned to enjoy his newfound freedom, his expanding desires, and to leverage the behavioral technology he has near-unfettered access to live out his fantasies. His sister-in-law, Stella, recently moved in, and Colni decided to take advantage of her programming skills, among other things…

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**Chapter 30: What Janelle Knows, No One Knows**

A few days later, presumably with Stella well on her way to becoming a permanent fixture at Fenris, Colin headed up to his office for the morning when her was stopped by Natalie in the vestibule.

So You Want to Be a Bimbo? [MF] [Mdom] [fsub] [bimbo] [bimbofication] [guide]

**Introduction**

*So you’ve decided to take your first step to become the best version of yourself. No, this isn’t a self-help book. It’s more of a guide to your own sexual awakening. If you follow these steps, you will feel happier and more confident. And, of course, you will be turning heads when you walk down the street.*

*Being a bimbo is not just changing how you dress and act. It is a frame of mind – one that will lead to your sexualization and ultimate happiness. It will not be easy. There will be times that you feel like you would be better off quitting and having a more traditional life. But as you continue, those will be fewer and far between. The only truly happy people – those completely content with their lives – have been bimbos.*

*This book is split into chapters, each of which represents a day in your training. Each day will build on the training and requirements from the previous one, adding an additional task or rule, or expanding on a previous one. In order to fully become a bimbo, you must follow these instructions DAILY and ON SCHEDULE. You must be obedient.*

What they don’t teach in massage school…[mF][Str8][mild]

I can’t say that didn’t I noticed the first time that it happened but I’m quite sure that I wasn’t aware that’s what it actually was. I’d like to think it happened because I’m good at my job, but maybe that’s putting too much on me and not enough on the circumstances.

You might not know what I am talking about, but maybe you do. Making a living as a male massage therapist is difficult, I’ve heard the Euro guys have it a little easier because everyone over there is a little more relaxed about everything, but Americans seem to be a little more uptight, they all really could use a massage….

Well anyway…

So once you finish your training and you go through your board exam and get licensed, you are super excited to get your first job, and since I was able to travel, I took a gig down at an all inclusive resort in the Keys. I wasn’t ready to “build my business” and all the stuff that seemed to go along with that. I just wanted to have a steady stream of clients leading to cash in my pocket.

I lost my virginity to a kinky older man on Tinder. And it was fucking great. [FM][MF]

Standing at five feet nine inches and 175 pounds, I was a nineteen-year-old fetishizable force to be reckoned with. I had long red hair that I kept in a French braid concealing my sensuality and confirming my naiveté. My breasts were large and dense, decorated by crater-like pasty pink nipples. My ivory skin was a translucent shell encasing a voluptuous body decorated with bright blue veins that were roadmaps to where I wanted be teased and tortured. No longer a young, twig-like teen, I was a woman by any measurable standard, and I wanted to be fucked.

But I was a virgin. I was not the typical repressed high schooler that moved on to college without letting myself get fucked, though that’s what many assumed. Rather, I never had an interest in having sex with my male peers. I often crushed on my professors, teachers, and older male role models, but never had the confidence or desire to approach them. By my Junior year of college, though, I had had enough.

[MF][MFF] Fucking Young

TL;DR A pushing 60 widower tells you about the time when he not only slept with a much younger woman but also enjoyed a spur of the moment threesome with her female roommate.

Disclaimer: This story, while completely true, is over the top and I can’t apologize for it. I’m just telling a story is all. Also this story is LONG. I hope you enjoy a wasted day at work as much as I’ve spent a vacation day from my end of things writing it. I’ll be retired soon and can write more of this trash over time. *bwahahaha*

This long-ass story all happened just over 20 years ago and was pretty much a summer romance, but who’s kidding who? Lots and lots of fucking was the order of business, and I wouldn’t call any of this romantic in the literal sense. It was my last fling, as history would play itself out, as a bachelor/divorcee. The interpersonal aspect of this all was maddening, but to this day the sex that we shared puts a smile on my face.

On the counter [MF]

I live in Florida right by the water and there’s this beach shack that serves great burgers and other tasty fast food right on the beach.

Well, as a seventeen year old at the time and of course being in high school the thing to do on the weekends back then was go drink some cheap alcohol and hang out down by the beach.

One of those weekends I had quite a night down at that beach with a guy who really made me work for it.

Now, Im sure you’re wondering where the counter comes in, and to that I say, patience.
All good things come in time ;).

So this guy I mentioned is someone that I had always been interested in, but never had much of a hard core crush on. Just someone that slipped into a naughty day dream from time to time. Well in the year this story takes place I had found out from a friend that he had started working at the shack as a waiter.

I’m an Uber driver, that drives Escorts around… [MF]

Like most jobs, I fell into this job accidentally. I lost my full time job back in 2009, during the financial crisis. Like many other Americans, I was living the dream, thinking that real estate would always be there for me. But I was greedy, borrowed too much. And as you probably already figured out, it all came tumbling down when the dust settled. So my house was just being foreclosed on, I had just lost my job, and just started working as a driver for my friend’s car service. It wasn’t glamorous by any means, but hey it was a job and I was able to support myself.

When Uber’s popularity exploded, I became an Uber driver early on. It was fortunate for me, as Uber basically killed my friend’s business. Anyways, I’ve been Ubering for some time now, and one night I pick up this passenger. Young, smoking hot blonde, dressed to kill. I’m professional and polite of course, but she was drop dead gorgeous. As an Uber driver, I’ll play it by ear. Some passengers want to chat, some want the music on. Whatever they want really, I’m really an easy going guy. Anyways, the blonde is a chatty mood, and we’re shooting the shit, in typical Los Angeles traffic. We chat about whatever, music, concerts, what she does for a living. She’s a model, and she needs to get to a shoot. Odd… it’s Monday evening, and I’m dropping her off at a hotel. Whatever, I didn’t really care, we’re just chatting. Anyways, I do my thing, take some shortcuts, and finally get to the hotel. We say our goodbyes, and off she went.

Starting the Summer With A Bang [MF]

It was the last day of high school on our air base for my girlfriend, while I had finished my freshman year of college and was home for the summer. We had remained together and faithful all year long, though I was thousands of miles away. It was time for months’ worth of pent-up sexual desire to explode.

I met her at school and hung out with her and her friends for a half day worth of “class”. Then it was on.

As the last bell rang, she grabbed my hand, stood up on her toes, and whispered into my ear, “My house will be empty until at least 6.” I looked into her sparkling green eyes, and they burned with desire. I didn’t need to be told twice.

We veritably sprinted to my car, hopped in, and hit the Autobah as quickly as we could. I floored the pedal, and we pulled into the driveway in her village a few minutes later.

As soon as we closed the front door behind us, we ignited. Mouths open, tongues battling, we kissed hard, passion driving us. Our bodies pressed hard into each other as breathy moans escaped us both.

[M]y [F]irst time tittyfucking! Long post

Hello everybody! First time posting on here so please bear with me. I’ve come to enjoy a lot of your stories and I figured I’d share one of mine. This is a story from years ago when I was in high school. If you want to skip to the sexual stuff go to the *.

A little about me at the time, I was 18. I was a senior in high school and I was about 6’2 and around 160 lbs. I was an athletic kid, did sports in school. I have dark brown hair and green eyes.

She was the same age and was about 5’6, brown hair that she normally dyed black and light-blue eyes, and had a very full figure. Looking back now, I didn’t realize how amazing her body was. She had a tight waist, round ass and huge breasts. They had to be a D-cup which for her figure was very large. Let’s call her Ally. (not a real name of course)

[M]y life after moving into a share house with two beautiful women…

This is the story of breaking up with my girlfriend, moving cities, and starting a university degree during which I would entangle my life with two beautiful girls living in a small, intimate share-house.

This is the story of my life at Lamington Avenue.

After I finished high school, I remained in my hometown after getting serious with my high school girlfriend. We went backpacking and travelled and led a idealistic life of two blissful 18 year old with non-existent responsibility. We worked when we wanted and travelled as we liked. Money didn’t bother us as wherever we stopped we worked in exchanged for free board and food, spending very little. In a way, it was pure; the essence of adventure of two free spirits.

But we were volatile.

It fell apart when my girlfriend fell ill. We returned home so she could heal but during this time she slept with an acquaintance within my friend circle. So, it ended.

Harsh. And hard.

But we weren’t meant for each other. We were just to young to realise.