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Collected by Djian
updated dec 28 2007
M/f, Blackmail,Voy,Humil
Next Door
by Looney
Comments appreciated. pentl@yahoo.com
NEXT DOOR Part 1-2
OK, I fantasize and all, but for one of them to happen, to me,well...
I went home during my lunch hour to smoke a joint. It makes for better
fantasies when I read stories in the afternoon. Pretty sad huh! Well, As
I was saying, when I got home, sitting on my bed toking up, I looked out
my window and noticed that the house next door had the blinds up. What I
saw was incredible!
Now, for a little history. About 3 weeks ago, the old neighbors had to
move. He had to leave for job reasons and I have not met the new
neighbors, but my wife has seen them and commented that they were
younger than we were. The window I was looking through is on the side of
the house, so I was not suprised that the house next to me had the
blinds open. You could only see in if you were walking between the
houses.
There were arms and legs and struggling between a man and a woman. I
would have never noticed it, but they just happen to run by the open
window, right when I looked. Obviously intrigued, I waited by the window
to see what was going on. When they couple made it in front of the
window again, there were definitely boobs, naked boobs. This went on for
a few laps, and when he finally caught her, he threw her onto the
kitchen table.
As I opened the window a crack to exhale the pot smoke, I could hear
some serious female moaning. He had her bent over the table and was
fucking her doggie style. As he grabbed her hair and pulled her head
back, it brought her chest up and her tits were flopping all over. She
was telling him to slap her ass and he wouldn't do it. He just kept
fucking her.
At this point I decided, well…, my dick decided for me (typical), to get
closer. I carefully put out my joint and grabbed my camera. I have a
digital camera that doesn't get good resolution, but at this point no
one would believe me if I told them, thus proof was called for. As I
rounded the back fence, I noticed a delivery truck parked in back. Hmmm,
So this isn't her husband? Interesting!
I slowly walked up to the side of the window and peeked inside. I could
sure hear the sex sounds now. She was saying, "fuck me, fuck me" over
and over. As soon as I could see into the window at a safe angle, I
could see his uniform. He had turned her over and she was on her back on
the table. She had her knees pulled up to her chest and he was plowing
into her something good.
Shit!, I thought, pictures. So I started snapping away. Thanks to the
designers of digital cameras, no sound. I got many pictures, which
included both of their faces, and plenty of naked body parts. About now,
the guy was about to cum. I could hear him grunting louder and louder.
She started telling him not too, she wasn't ready. "No, not yet,
please!" He just groaned loudly and squirted cum all over her belly.
He looked pretty weak in the legs, but walked around the table and made
her clean his dick with her mouth. When she was done he just pulled up
his pants and said "see ya." She jumped up and started begging him to
stay. He just looked at her and said "I only deliver the furniture, and
I have more on my route. Why should I stay and fuck a whore like you
again?"
She got a sad, pouty look on her face and started trying to seduce him
into staying. Rubbing her pussy on his leg and rubbing his hands on her
tits. As he turned to leave, I thought, what an idiot!
Since he could have seen me as he got into his truck, I decided to move
out. I snapped a few pictures over the fence of him getting into his
truck, insurance I guess. I am not sure why I did.
Alone in my room again, I lit up the rest of my joint and stared at the
open window for about an hour. I never saw her again, but I had
pictures. Sitting at my computer I was glad to see that the pictures
came out so well. You could see every detail, although the angle cut off
some of the action.
Accordingly, I went home every day for lunch. Just because it was
myself, nothing else happened next door (haha). If it were someone else
spying, she would have fucked someone every day. Now my fantasy life was
in full swing. Because of what happened looking at the pictures and
jacking off became a daily occurrence (like it wasn't already). She was
about 5' 5" and certainly not overweight. Her tits were about 36 or 38C.
She had a very tight ass and a full puffy pussy. Of course, the puffy
pussy was from just being fucked. Brown hair and pinpoint nipples. I was
not noticing much else.
A few days later, I was poking around her kitchen window hoping to get a
glimpse of something going on. She came out from behind the pantry door
and saw me kneeling down looking in. Immediately she came out thru the
garage and confronted me. I acted innocent enough and bullshitted my out
of it by saying I was fixing her screen. I explained that it had fallen
out and I was just being a nice guy. She apologized and said she was
upset because her husband was gone on business so much. (Go figure) She
asked if I would like to come inside for a coke, and inside I went. We
talked for about 30 minutes and I learned her name was Sandy, and she
was a teacher looking for a job. Reluctantly I decided to leave. I was
getting some evil thoughts about the situation and had to think about
them further.
Another day passed and I spent most of my time designing a plan to
blackmail her with the pictures I had. As I checked and double-checked
my alibis, my concerns about getting caught were diminishing. I talked
to my boss and took a few afternoons off of work.
The first day I went home and changed into some work in the yard
clothes. I smoked some pot and got my nerve up. "Confidence, be
forceful," I told myself, as I walked to her house. Her garage door was
open, so I tucked the pictures under my arm and just walked right in.
Wandering around the inside of the house, she was no where in sight. I
kept looking and finally found her upstairs, getting out of the shower.
She was dripping wet and her nipples were rock hard. I watched her dry
off and was unsure how to proceed. I decided to go back downstairs,
sitting on the couch, waiting for her.
It scared the shit out of her when she got downstairs and saw me. I
immediately stood up and she backed away. I assured her that I was just
there to talk to her. With a dominant tone in my voice I told her to sit
down. She looked at me funny, but decided to sit on the couch where my
finger was pointed. I was trying to keep the situation from turning
hostile. I sat beside her and set the packet of pictures on the coffee
table.
She was dressed in a small top that showed her tits. Her nipples were
still hard. Funny, I wasn't cold. "Sandy, I am certain that you love
your husband, right?"
"Well of course" she quickly said.
"You said you have been married for 4 years, Sandy. Have you gotten the
itch yet? Have you messed around on your husband yet?"
She jumped up and told me to go to hell. I just laughed and softly told
her to sit back down. With a real look of concern on her face she sat.
She still did not know why I was there.
I laughed and said, " "I" would certainly not be a concern." I looked
straight into her eyes and said "Don't worry, you will soon be asking me
for everything."
Before she could react, I turned to the packet and put it on my lap. As
I spoke to her, she slowly turned white. I told her that I had
photographed her little sexual fuck with the deliveryman. She started
shaking her head back and forth, "no, NO NO" she said. I leaned over to
her and grinned. The pictures fell into her lap and as she turned them
over, she started to cry. She lowered her head and asked me what my
intentions were.
I asked her if she felt that she should be punished for cheating on her
husband. She looked at me a little confused and said, "Just what kind of
sleezeball thing is that to say!" Grinning, "A little punishment would
be good for you!" She stood up and started walking away. "Get out!" "Get
OUT!"
I smiled and picked up the pictures. "These are yours. Your husband will
get his own copies."
"NO", no" she said quietly. "Just what do you want?"
I stared into her eyes and gave my best bullshit performance yet. "Get
on your knee's, bitch!" I grabbed her hair and yanked her down. Not too
hard, but enough to scare her. "You will do everything I tell you to do.
Everything! without question or hesitation."
I yanked her head up. "If you do not. If you falter one little bit, your
husband will get the pictures. The schoolboard will get the pictures!
How about that, you won't be able to get a job." She started crying
again. I coldly looked down at her and said, "Better be a girl who
obeys, or your future is for shit."
I let go of her hair and she slumped to the floor. I walked over to the
kitchen table and sat down.
"Come here, Sandy, Now!"
She slowly got up and walked over to me. I sat her on the table in front
of me and started circling her nipple with my finger. She jumped and
started to turn away. I slapped her face, kinda hard, and said firmly,
"Knock that shit off. I know what a slut you are. I watched you fuck a
stranger. You want this so bad it is killing you." I started feeling
both her tits and squeezing her nipples harder. "I bet you lay in bed
while your husbands gone and dream about getting fucked. Dream about
doing nasty things!" Well, little Sandy, you are going to be able to
carry out those fantasies, I thought to myself. "You don't have a
choice," a fact I kept reminding her of.
"Take off your clothes, slave! Yeah, Slave Sandy. What a good name for
you. Slut Slave Sandy." "Get those FUCKIN clothes off," I yelled,
yanking her off the table. I spun her around and started slapping her
ass, hard. She fought a little with me, but I pinned her down and lifted
her shirt up. I pulled it tight and gagged her with it. I got some
pantyhose out of the laundry basket and tied her hands up behind her
back.
"God Damn it!" I said. "I did not want to have to force you, but I will
play rough if you want." I leaned in and started licking her nipples.
She started squirming again so I picked her up and carried her to the
living room and put her over the back of the couch. I slapped her ass
incredibly hard and she froze up, giving me a chance to pull her shorts
down. Whoo Hoo! I thought, What a rush. "Now, I tried to play nice, but
you are not getting the picture." As I spoke the rest of the words, I
slapped her ass and legs with each word. "I" "am" "in" "charge" "here"
"and" "you" "will" "behave". Her ass was bright red and she was
screaming into the gag awful loud.
I leaned down close to her and spoke into her ear while I slowly rubbed
her ass. "Please obey the rules, little slave. Anything I say, no
hesitation!" I slid my finger along her pussylips and it was sopping
wet. "My, my, Slut Sandy, what a wet one you are. You certainly enjoy
breaking the rules. That is all right with me, hehehe. Remember that I
always guarantee a little pleasure with my pain. Of course, since you
are just beginning, you will have to earn some pleasure."
After fingering her wet pussy and rubbing my fingernail across her
asshole, she started to get into it. I slapped her ass again, real hard.
"Damn, what you did sure makes me mad. I ought to just walk out and mail
the pictures." She struggled to turn around and started making grunting
sounds. I walked around the couch and stood in front of her. I untied
her gag and took her shirt off.
"Please! Please don't tell my husband. I'll do anything you want."
I left her draped over the couch and pulled my shorts down. Grabbing her
head, I rubbed my dick all over her face. She was not enjoying this part
very much. Maybe I am really lucky and got a live one my first time out.
I stopped her from trying to lick my dick and said, "earn it bitch!" I
took her back into the kitchen and tied her to the chair. Pantyhose!,
what a great use. I made her close her eyes, make her swear not to open
them. I shoved a pair of hose into her mouth and spoke in a soft voice,
"If you can orgasm, right here, right now, i'll know you are a slut. I
won't even have to blackmail you, you would do anything I said." "If
you open your eyes, even once, I leave and you get to fuck yourself. If
you can cum with your eyes closed, I'll stay and fuck you with
something."
She took a deep breath and said, "Please make me cum."
I took her shirt and wrapped it around her head, covering her eyes.
"It's for your own good, you couldn't keep you eyes closed if you tried.
You are just a worthless cunt. I'd have to leave, and I'm certainly not
done with you!" I started slapping her tits. God they were nice. Real
soft and the nipples were about the size of a quarter. I was really
enjoying this. Slap, Slap, they were getting red. Slap, slap. I stopped
and grabbed them roughly with my fingernails and left marks. I licked
her nipples and got them wet. Pulling on them to make sure they were
hard, I twisted them back and forth.
"Somewhere between pain and pleasure lies paradise, huh slut. Are you
getting off for me?" She moaned a little louder and her legs and crotch
were straining against the hose.
I got an ice cube and rubbed it on the end of her nipple. She got jumpy
and started moaning louder. I blew on her wet, clod nipples and said
"Cum for me, little slut. Cum for me, slut Sandy." I took a stickpin
that was lying on the table and started lightly poking her nipples with
it. I was only pricking her, but it must have felt incredible because
she started to lean into each poke. "Cum for me my little slut, yeah,
that's it, that's a needle poking your tits. It feels like it is
sticking your clit, doesn't it. It hurts, doesn't it, yeah, Cum for me
slut."
She was squirming and really getting off so I randomly stuck her tits
with the pin. I made circles around her tits, slowly getting to the
nipples. "Gonna cum yet, Sandy? Cum for me. When I get the needle back
to the end of your nipple, you better be in the middle of an orgasm or
you will never get to feel this again." Right when I said that I pushed
the needle into the end of each of her nipples. She violently strained
against the chair and I pushed my finger into her pussy. She started
cumming and had the biggest orgasm I have seen in a while. I was ramming
my finger into her as hard as I could. There was pussy juice everywhere.
Even after I quit fingering her, she was twitching.
I stood up and pulled my shorts off. I leaned against her chest and
grabbed her nipples and squeezed her tits around my dick. I fucked her
tits hard, spitting on her for some lubrication. She started screaming
into the gag as I held her nipples tighter. I started to cum and shot
all over her face and chest. God, that felt good. This was too real to
be true. I uncovered her eyes and made her watch as I swiped her pussy
with my fingers and rubbed it all over her face.
I pulled my shorts back on and opened the freezer. I got another ice
cube and stuck it into her pussy. Her eyes got big and she had a huge
orgasm, shaking all over. Man, she was hot. I untied her and left her
just sitting there.
"Your first true test, Sandy, starts now. I am leaving. I want you to
sit here and think about your punishment. Don't move for 30 minutes. I
am untying you, but you are not to move. I am going to be able to see
right in the window, so don't even think it. I am leaving this set of
instructions for you to follow, and the pictures for you to understand
exactly why you will follow them."
NEXT DOOR
Part 2
The world was spinning. I want to get up from this hard, cold chair, but
this man specifically told me not to. Phewww, just exactly what happened
to me. I feel scared and horny and exhausted all rolled into one. If I
stand up, I will probably fall down. My legs are tingling and my pussy
is throbbing to the thumping of my heart.
"What did I do?"
"Why did I do that?"
Sandy, "Sandy" is my name. He called me slut. Slut Sandy, no Slut Slave
Sandy. Why did I allow this to happen? I am not a Slut, certainly not
someone's Slave.
Slowly I turned my head and saw the pictures of me fucking the
deliveryman. All this trouble because my fucking husband is out of town
so much and masturbating is just not doing it. I need a dick, a big old
cock in me. The damn deliveryman had not even let me cum. "Fucker."
Man, how was I gonna get out of this? What was I going to do? Staring at
the clock I had 10 minutes left to sit here. I wanted to get cleaned up
and "Why am I still sitting here?" It took me a few minutes to get
myself oriented, a few minutes to think. "SHIT", if I get up?" If my
husband get those pictures… NO,no,no, that can't happen.
"The letter!"
"Shit"
Shaking, I picked it up and opened it. I was really scared that he
wanted money. If he only knew how much money I have and that if my
husband divorces me, with those pictures as evidence, I would be broken.
I did not care about the teaching job, I did not need it. The pre-nup I
signed would end it all. Unfolding the note, I slowly read it.
Slave,
Follow these instructions and nothing will happen. Do not, and you know the consequences. Everything, complete obedience, or ruin your life. You will either obey, or not. There is no middle ground.
1. Be ready at 8:30 PM.
2. Shave your pussy smooth.
3. Wear the following items and only the following items…
A short, not tight, miniskirt.
Thong panties.
A pretty blouse, unbuttoning from the front.
A small amount of makeup.
High heels.
NO Bra! NO Hose!
DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCOMSTANCES, PLAY WITH YOURSELF.
Whoo boy, what was going on? Play with myself? That is what got me into
this in the first place. Finally! My 30 minutes are up. Looking out the
window, "FUCK", his blinds are all closed. He wasn't even watching.
"Asshole." It was 7:00 PM and I did not have much time to get ready. I
guess I will have to do what he says. The alternative was not so
pleasant.
After wiping down the kitchen chair, I stumbled upstairs to take a
shower. My mind was still reeling from the thoughts and feelings I had.
I am not so sure that he was correct. I sure got off on everything he
did to me. My ass was still tender from the spanking I got and my
nipples were sore. Lowering my hand, my pussy was sopping wet and
sensitive as hell. Rubbing my finger in circles over my clit, why was I
so horny? Why was the thought of being made to do something, and having
no choice about it, making me so wet? "Fuck him!" I will still do
whatever I want, damn it! I laid down on the bed and reached over to get
my dildo. I needed no lubrication, so I crammed it into my gash. After
about two or three strokes I started to cum. My legs shook and I
clenched up and then collapsed. That's three massive orgasms in a few
hours. I have never done that before. "Fuck", what was I going to do?
I got up and gathered up the clothes to wear, per his instructions. I
felt so frustrated. I wanted to call his bluff, but my ass was so
tender. You could still see a hand mark from where he hit me. I quickly
took a shower and got ready. I made sure that I had time to eat before
he arrived. I did not like going without a bra. My breasts will hold
there own in any contest, but they jiggled when I walked and the nipples
were rubbing against the material making them constantly hard. At least
my white blouse was dirty. You could see right through it. I made a
sandwich and got some water. As I grabbed some ice cubes, I shuddered at
the thought of him shoving the cubes up my cunt. "God, I came hard!"
As I turned around, I yelped loudly. He was standing right next to me.
He scared the shit out of me! "I took your keys and made myself a copy,"
he said nonchalantly. He slowly ran the back of his hand down my face
and over my breasts ending up between my legs. He ran his fingernail
over my panties, pinching my pussy lips right over my clit.
"Good, good, slave. Exactly as ordered, nice and smooth. We will
certainly have fun tonight!"
"Did you play with yourself, slut? I instructed you not to, but your
eyes say something completely different." He grabbed my hair by the back
of my head and said,
"Did you masturbate and spank that pretty pussy of yours? HUH!"
"I-I-Umm-Yes, I did! You can't control my every move." I said defiantly.
"AAUUGGHH," I cried as he grabbed my nipple and twisted it cruelly. I
fell to my knees and tried to get away.
"My power over controlling you extends to every aspect of your miserable
fucking life. If I don't want you to pee for a week, you won't!"
"AAAUUUUGGGHH," The pain in my nipple was killing me.
"Whatever I order, you will obey, right!?"
"Y-Yes."
"We are going to be out in public tonight. You will do everything I say,
correct!"
"Y-Yes, sir" I said. I was scared to death.
"Wha-where are we going?" I never thought we would be leaving.
"Shut the FUCK up, bitch. You are not to speak until you are spoken to,
and you will only respond if asked a specific question. You will obey
ANYONE who decides to speak to you, anyone at all!"
"Get up Slave!" He ordered. He set a bag down and started looking for
something. He took out a camera and told me to turn around and bend
over. I kept my hands by my side and slowly bent over. He raised my
skirt up and kicked my legs apart. "Ohh," I moaned as he grabbed the
string to my thong and pulled it up into the crack in my ass. He
squatted down and snapped a few pictures and ran his finger across the
tight fabric covering my pussy.
"Gee, Slut Sandy, Your pussy is already wet, and it is only 8:35. You
must enjoy being a whore! Maybe I didn't get as lucky as I thought. This
seems to come pretty natural to you."
I thought to myself, and could not figure why this turned me on so much.
I started liking the fact that I could not talk. I just had to take it.
But, I had a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach about the rest of
the evening.
He put the camera away and got out some sort of rolled cigarette. As he
started lighting it, I realized that it was pot. He brought drugs into
my house. Eww, it really stunk. He inhaled really hard and pulled me
towards him. He put a hand on my chest and my back and squeezed all of
the air out of my lungs. He grabbed my mouth to kiss me and blew all the
smoke down my throat.
"Hold it in, Sandy. Don't let the smoke out."
My lungs were burning and I started coughing and gasping for air. He
just started laughing at me. "First timers, how sad. Well, we will have
to do it again, till you can control yourself"
Again, he took a long drag on the joint. He pointed at my chest and I
reluctantly blew all my air out. Maybe it would be better this time. I
at least knew what to expect. Whoosh, and my eyes started watering.
"Don't you waste that good pot smoke. Hold it in. If you let it out,
maybe we will just stay here and see how much of a whipping you can
take," He said with a grin.
I held it for at least one minute, and he finally let me breathe. I got
dizzy immediately and had to sit down. He grabbed my arm, pulling me up,
and said, "Let's go. You have places to be." I stumbled along in my high
heels towards the garage. He put me into the passenger seat and started
the car.
"Undo a few of those buttons on your shirt. Let me see a little tit,
slut."
I unbuttoned the top two buttons and just sat there. I hoped none of the
neighbors saw us leave together. I wondered about his wife also. Where
was she? How did she fit into this? I was certainly not going to ask
him, though. My right nipple still hurt like shit from the last time I
didn't follow his instructions.
We drive into town, about 20 minutes. He turned into a gas station and
pulled up next to the pumps.
"Get out and fill up the car."
I started to button my shirt and he slapped my hands away. "Not a
chance, little girly! Just like you are. And for once again assuming you
know what is best for yourself, you lose another button."
He undid button number three and now you could see my tits clearly. I
got out and walked around to the pump. I used my teller card and started
pumping the gas. The nozzle did not have a little clip, so I had to hold
the damn thing with my hands. It was really windy outside and my skirt
and my shirt kept flying up and open. I was frantically trying to hold
one or the other closed, but was not having good luck. As I looked up,
he was sitting there laughing at me. Furiously, I turned away and
noticed several other men at their cars, watching me. They must have
been getting an eye full, with my clothes flapping around as they were.
He rolled down the window and told me to wash the windows. I got the
squeegee and had to lean over the hood to get at the whole window. There
were now more men just standing at the pumps watching me. I certainly
have never been an exhibitionist, but when I turned around to put the
wiper away, the man behind us was just standing there with his mouth
open.
"Walk over to him and tell him that he should get his wife to do the
same for him. Then pinch your nipples for him and get into the car."
I paused, unsure if I would do it. The car started and I heard, "I'll
leave you here, damn it. Go do exactly what I told you!"
I walked over to the car next to us, straight up to the guy, and I felt
everyone's eyes on me. I know I wasn't smiling, but I forced out the
words.
"Mr. you should get your wife to do this for you." I reached into my
shirt, which was still flying around in the wind, and touched my
nipples. I rolled them in my fingers and winced at the pain from them
being twisted. I turned around and got back into my car.
"Good girl. Haha. He does not even know what to do with himself. Spread
your legs. SPREAD em! Look! What a little slut. Your panties are soaking
wet. Seems that your body is giving your true self away, Hahahaha."
Why was I this wet. I did not even realize it. I certainly did not like
everyone staring at me, but I did feel a rush of adrenaline having to
squeeze my nipples in front of a stranger.
He drove off and grinned at me, laughing. "You will need that wet pussy
for later, Slut Slave Sandy."
My God, what did he mean by that?
Looney