Mr Nick is a pervert

Jenna likes to touch herself when she gets home from work. She’d lie on her threadbare couch and spread her thighs wide. And then, she’d stick her fingers inside her pussy. She’s always wound up tight and pumps fast. The squishy sound of her fingers gliding in and out of her vagina fill the room. Within a few minutes, her hips are bucking off the couch in release.

As for Lyra, she fucks a different guy every week. They file into her tiny little flat on Saturdays. They fuck in the living room for most of the day and only make it to the bedroom once the purple-blue hue of dusk sets in. Lyra likes to be choked when fucking. The guys—they choke her until she’s blue in the face. They slap her cheeks when her eyes begin to roll behind her skull. That is usually the moment when my hand strokes grow frantic. I watch the life being squeeze out of Lyra’s throat. At the same time, her fuck buddy’s is going to town on her pussy. He fucks her hard. His dick slaps repeatedly into her slimy entrance. He uses so much force, she actually bounces off the bed. I lean forward to get a better view of the raunchy sight on my computer screen. I tighten my grip on my cock and increase the pace of my strokes. The edge of my table digs into my jaw. It’ll be sure to leave a bruise later but I do not care. I’m much too busy chasing my release.

Lyra lets out a strangled moan when he dude spanks her widespread thighs. She is red in the face. Spittle gathers around the edges of her mouth. She bites her lip hard when he presses his thumb to her overly sensitive clit. I know her clit is sensitive because he had used a shock rod on it earlier.

I cum just then. A groan of pleasure tears from my throat as I spill my seed into my palm.

***

“Hello. Welcome to the building. I’m Mr. Nick.” I introduce myself to the addition to the building complex. She’s in apartment F. Strawberry blonde hair. Petite with huge tits. Her thighs are pretty toned and I find my eyes lingering on them for a second too long. She doesn’t seem to have noticed though. She smiles prettily, as she accepts the package I hand out to her.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Nick. I’m Becky but you can call me Becks… what’s in the box?”

“Nothing fancy. Just a pair of desk lamps. One for you living room and the other for your bedroom. I designed them myself.”

“Oh, you’re an engineer.” Her eyes light up and maybe I’m crazy but I see a hint of interest flash across her eyes. I can just tell that Becks’ a slut like the other girls that live in the building. I’m proven right a few hours after she moves in. She’s just finished organizing her living room. She sets my gift lamp on the center table. Most usually place it on the side, but I can work with this. There’s something about Becks that’s so alluring to watch. Her firm breasts jiggling as she works. Beads of sweat pooling on her sun kissed forehead. I think she’s about to go tackle her bedroom. But she doesn’t. She slumps down on her couch instead.

She spreads her thighs and begin to massage her neck. A tiny moan escapes her lips. My heart rate kicks up. Becks trails her fingers along her hip bones. She drawls lazy circles around her inner thigh. She shuffles on the sofa, so that she’s facing my lamp directly and I can see how wet the crotch of her panty is. Becks pulls the lacy material to the side and slides her middle finger along the length of her pussy lips. She moans and arches her back. She begins to writhe against her finger.

Panting, I unzip my trouser and pull my dick out. I’m hard. I pump my length and grow harder still. Becks flicks her clit, forming a scissor with her fore and middle fingers. She grabs her left tit through her flimsy blouse. She rubs her nipple and licks her lips like the nasty little slut that she is.

“Fuck,” I curse as I jerk my cock faster. Becks hums in pleasure, increasing the tempo she’s got going on her clit. It takes a few more seconds for her to get it all swollen and stiff. I nearly salivate at the sight of wetness glistening on her pussy lips. She slides two fingers easily into her entrance. Her chest rises heavily with every breath she takes.

She’s got her pussy spread towards the center table, almost as if she knows I’ve got camera watching her little performance. But that’s not possible. There’s no way she can tell. The other neighborhood girls do not seem to have figured it out. I doubt Becks would be the first.

She’s pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy. She rolls her hips and lift them up to meet her shallow thrusts. I can tell it’s not quite enough. She’s probably imagining a real dick sliding in and out of her wet cunt. I wonder what she would say if I slammed my cock into her pussy right now. She’d probably beg me to do it again, ask me to go in deeper. She would beg so good, those honeysuckle eyes red and dilated.

I squeeze my shaft almost to the point of pain. I’m tempted to shut my eyes in surrender to my fantasies but I don’t want to miss any of Beck’s facial expressions. Her thrusts are faster now. She’s got her other hand rubbing over her clit. Her brows are furrowed in concentration as she chases her pleasure.

“Fuck.” She sucks in a sharp breath. And then, she moans. She slaps her clit when the pleasure becomes too much. She buries her fingers to the hilt inside her pussy. She squeezes her thighs together, holds them in place. Her eyes roll back in their sockets and that’s how I know she’s close.

A few seconds later and the cord snaps. She jerks and shudders with the force of her release. She’s enthralling to watch. I pump my dick hard and fast. Within a few seconds, I’m cumming.

The next day, Becks puts on a show in the exact same spot, only this time, she’s got a vibrator. One of those colorful ones, that functions as both a dick and a clit stimulator. The toy buzzes against her clit and she trembles and fights the urge to scream. The vibrator dick stretches her pussy hole. A pussy like that could take two dicks easy. A third dick in her asshole and she would be stretched to full capacity.

As I watch Becks play with her toy, I think to myself—I want to be the one stimulating her clit. The one fucking her pussy. I want to watch her lose her shit over my cock. I want her to admit to knowing about my secret camera; to admit that she’s just as fucked up as I am.

I want to fuck her. I want to watch her come undone on my tongue. My obsession with Becks creeps up on me without warning.

My newest fixation.