Sex With My Neighbour

I'm not naïve or innocent, and I have experience, however... Oh, wow. I've never been fucked so hard that blue flames of ecstasy are licking me from the inside out, threatening to scorch every nerve ending.

When I first saw Paul, I thought he was a strip club creep.

His thighs move so rapidly it should be physically impossible. Still holding me by the ass, he pulls my cheeks apart and gently caresses my anus, sending my head into sensory overload. His cock ripping me, his finger on my ass, his chest on my nipples...

My neck muscles tighten as I scream. When he feels my body tensing, he pushes harder on my anus and slips it halfway in, causing my ass to tighten.

Instead of letting me appreciate my pleasure, he continues pushing. I dig my nails into his back to draw blood. He doesn't care; he just continues fucking me .

Scratching his back, I feel my eyeballs roll. I can't believe I haven't passed out from the overwhelming pleasure.

His cock goes in and out of me furiously, ravishing me while my muscles spasm like I'm having a seizure.

I see his cock spasming into my pussy, even though I can hardly feel anything except ecstasy. He's on the brink, which is excellent because I couldn't take another minute of such joy.

His cock twitches violently, pouring warm sperm into me. As he comes, he stops moving and fills me with cum ropes.

As his cock stops spasming, he lowers me. I quiver as he carefully takes it out of me. I lean against the wall, tip my head back, and breathe deeply; when I open my eyes, he's on his knees. When we meet, he flashes a vicious smile. Without suddenly, he presses his lips on my pussy; I instinctively place my hands on his head as he licks my folds.

God... His lips dry my folds as I murmur. He licks his come while jabbing my insides with his tongue. He pulls back and stands, never leaving my gaze. He doesn't utter a word, simply leans towards me with open lips and glistening semen.

As he kisses me, I shut my eyes and put my tongue in his lips. His salty taste overwhelms me, so I open my lips wide. I suck all his come, feeling it stream down my chin. My heart is about to explode when my mouth is full.

He says, "Swallow," I execute his instruction without filtering. Every drop of come burns my throat with its macho taste. "Good girl," he says, kissing me.

Paul's pov

The sun waking me up from arguably the most comfortable fucking sleep I've ever had in my life. I turn to see blonde hair and a wrapped arm.

Today I really grin when I feel Arcadia 's nails delicately scratch across my chest. I let my thoughts wander as I felt her thigh snuggle itself against my exposed crotch. My cock gets excited when I feel her tight, perky ass. Her pussy is on my thigh.

In another room, I hear beeping. I sigh. Video phone, Brooke probably. The beeps or bells become louder when someone tries to contact me.

I cautiously escape Arcadia and get out of bed.

I saw her gorgeous sleeping body. Her lips is wide while she breathes, and I want to wake her awake and devour her pussy. Then fuck her till she passes out like she nearly did last night. Cum on her and have her drain me. I'm dying to fuck her. This will cause difficulties. Nope.

However...

Fuck it. Yes, I said "fucking."

The buzzer interrupts my sexual dream, so I go to the living room. It's Brooke phoning. I answer the phone nude. Brooke won't mind seeing me shirtless since I set the camera to record only my upper body. I wouldn't want him to see my cock.

Brooke apologizes for calling Paul so early. He's at his downtown office wearing a suit and tie. The man must leave t at 5 a.m.

"No problem, Brooke," I answer as I switch on the coffee machine. "Can I help?"

Brooke responds, "I have excellent news, if you want to call it that." Mr. Greenwood has heard from his clients that we may have preliminary offers on a couple more houses.

Brooke hesitates before responding. "He's willing to buy anything, sir."

I could end Dad's smut business in one shot?

I raise an eyebrow. "At once?"

"He looks willing to take all your property. I'd propose doing it piecemeal instead. "

"Brooke, whose lawyer is this?" If I'm selling Dad's life work, I want to know to whom.

Brooke responds, "I'll find out."

I remark into the video display, "I'm not comfortable selling the firm if I don't know to whom." "I want to know where these people's jobs are going."

Brooke agrees. "We wouldn't sell to a dubious person, but..."

Brooke grins. "A particular character will characterize the market," he says. He's right.

I tell Brooke, "Good." Why not sell the strip club portfolio and see what happens?

Selling strip clubs doesn't bother me. Strip club managers and bouncers are the only true workers,

"Agreed, let's finish the papers. What's the earliest we can sign...? Brooke stops me from finishing.

"I suppose we can address this later today, sir," he says on the display. He's ignoring me. "Sorry to disturb you, Paul." You slept alone?"

Arcadia is standing at my bedroom door. She's in my collared shirt and staring towards the living room.

She's really adorable.

Brooke hangs up before I can register. Considering we were selling off bits of a sex empire, he undoubtedly felt uneasy.

Who cares about business when the sexiest fucking female is standing next to me wearing my shirt?

"Who was it?" Arcadia asks, approaching me.

"My lawyer, Brooke," I respond, feeling my cock hardening. Arcadia observes.

"I overslept," she sighs.

Standing motionless, I say, "Okay." "I was going to bed..."

"No, that's alright," Arcadia responds, fiddling with the controls. She has bed head, and for the millionth time I think she's adorable.

"What'd he say?" Arcadia asks me. "Strip clubs?"