LOGINThe next evening I was a nervous wreck. I had barely slept after watching Mr. Blackwell fuck that woman through my window. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his massive Black cock sliding in and out of her stretched pussy, glistening with her juices, and that arrogant smirk when he caught me staring. My body was still sore from how many times I’d made myself cum to the memory. I felt ashamed, embarrassed, and so desperately horny that even wearing clothes felt too stimulating against my sensitive skin.I spent the whole day jumping at every sound, convinced he would come knocking. When nothing happened by dinner time, I started to relax just a little. Maybe he hadn’t really seen me. Maybe it was dark enough that—A loud, firm knock echoed through my apartment.My stomach dropped. I knew exactly who it was before I even reached the door. My hands were shaking as I turned the knob.Mr. Blackwell stood there in the hallway, towering over me in a black tank top and those same grey swe
Two nights had passed since Mr. Blackwell fixed my sink, but I couldn’t get the image out of my head. I’d touched myself raw that same evening after he left — twice on the couch, once in the shower, and again before bed. Each orgasm left me shaking, but the hunger only grew deeper. I felt like a woman possessed.I tried to distract myself. I worked late, binge-watched shows, even went for a run around the block. Nothing worked. My pussy stayed in a constant state of low-grade ache, slick and sensitive. I kept replaying how that thick bulge had twitched and shifted while he lay under my sink. How heavy it looked. How impossibly big. I wondered what it smelled like, what it tasted like, how it would stretch my lips if I tried to suck it.By the second night, I was a mess. I’d gone to bed early, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, no panties. Sleep wouldn’t come. I tossed and turned, fingers slipping between my thighs again, rubbing lazy circles around my swollen clit while im
GINAI stood barefoot in my small kitchen, staring at the annoying puddle of water that had formed under the sink again. This was the third time this week. The leak had started small, just a drip-drip-drip that kept me up at night with its constant plinking sound against the metal basin. But now it was a steady trickle, and I knew I couldn’t ignore it anymore. Rent was already tight this month, and the last thing I needed was water damage that Mr. Blackwell might charge me for. So, with a deep breath, I picked up my phone and dialed his number.“Mr. Blackwell? It’s Gina from apartment 2B. The kitchen sink is leaking pretty badly again. Could you come take a look?”His deep, resonant voice came through the line, smooth like velvet over gravel. “I’ll be up in ten minutes, Miss Gina. Stay put.”Ten minutes felt like an eternity. I changed out of my ratty old t-shirt into something a little more presentable — a thin white tank top and loose cotton shorts that hugged my hips. I wasn’t tr
"God that feels good," Jake moaned. His cock fit perfectly into my mouth. I continued to stroke him with one lace hand as I slid his cock in and out of my mouth. With my other hand I played with his heavy balls."Get on your knees when you suck cock, you little slut," Jake whispered. Without missing a beat I slid off the chair onto my knees. That's when I really started to suck him hard and fast.Jake groaned. "You are so... fucking... good at that," Jake said quietly. I popped his cock out of my mouth to look up at him, all the while maintaining a rhythmic stroking with my hand."Am I the best cock-sucker you've ever had?" I asked him breathlessly."Yes, you are the absolute best little cock-sucker in the world," he replied. My veil slipped down over my face and Jake grabbed it and pulled it back again. "Did you miss sucking me off?" he askedI nodded enthusiastically. "I missed your taste, and how your hard cock fills my mouth completely," I told him. I pushed his wet dick back int
"I want you so bad," I whispered to myself. I felt my nipples pressing hard against my lacy bra. I looked again at the clock and then back at the mirror. I closed my eyes and slipped a hand down the front of my dress. I loved the sensation of the thin glove over my soft skin. I found my hard nipple and pulled gently on it. Suddenly I noticed Helen's voice had gone silent. I expected Jake had worked his magic and was now getting his cock sucked by my maid of honour. How I wished it was me on my knees right now, sucking Jake's big cock. Quietly I reached behind my back and unzipped my dress about six inches. I carefully relaxed the front of the dress pulling it down and out, as much as the stiff material would allow. Then I reached down my top with my right hand and slipped my left breast from its lacy home. Then I did the same with my right breast. The stiff collar on the dress made for a shelf, holding my oversized breasts up and pushing them together in an unnatural way. I
Jake wasted no time in sitting on the creaky wooden chair beside the desk. I tried to forget that in twenty-five minutes I was about to be married to another man, and that what I was about to do was very wrong.I walked up to him and stood there. I gave a heavy sigh as if to say that he was such a bother. I looked him in the eye. "This is the last time," I said. Jake grinned. "I can't believe I'm doing this," I said under my breath. Then, slowly I bent in half and took hold of the bottom of my wedding gown. I gathered it up in folds and carefully stood up. Inch by inch I exposed my long stocking-clad legs. I stopped at mid-thigh where my stockings ended."There you go. So do you like my stockings?" I asked Jake.I could tell by the look on his face that he was trying very hard not to reach out and grab me."Very.... sexy," Jake said. "More please."I rolled my eyes and paused for a moment. I slowly lifted my dress another few inches revealing the lacy tops of my stockings and stopp







