LOGIN“You’re not good enough to work here. You lack the experience.”
Jason’s voice was clipped, businesslike—like we weren’t sitting three feet apart at his dining room table last Sunday, pretending to be family. It would’ve been laughable, if it wasn’t so familiar. I graduated top of my class from an Ivy League. But sure. Not enough. I looked up, letting my gaze settle on him. I don’t know what I expected—he was my mother’s newest accessory. And my mother? Well, she never missed a chance to remind me I was a disappointment. Jason kept talking, his mouth moving like a puppet show on mute. I didn’t hear him. I only heard her. You’re a disgrace. An unattractive virgin with no social life. A fucking failure. I stood before he could finish his sentence, before I could be insulted again by someone who only saw me through her cracked mirror. The second I parked, I just sat there, staring at nothing. I got out. I didn’t bother locking the door. Nobody wanted a beat-up ‘02 rustbucket with a broken cassette player and an old gym bag in the back seat. I hit the elevator button and stuffed my hands in my pockets, eyes on the floor. Fifth floor. The minute the doors started to close, a soft buy urgent voice rang out “Hold the door, please!” Instinctively, I stuck my arm out, catching the sensor right before the metal shut me in completely. She stepped in and fuck. I froze. She was- God, gorgeous. A freaking goddess on earth. She had a grocery bag on one arm, the thin strap of her silk gown sliding halfway down her shoulder barely clinging. I caught the side of her breast, and her areolas before I yanked my eyes away. Fuck, I was already hard. I didn’t recognize her, which was weird. I barely talked to anyone here but I was certain I knew my neighbors. “Thanks,” she said, breathless. A little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. I nodded. She smelled like vanilla and something floral. I probably smelled like old motor oil and the inside of a panic attack. We stood in silence as the elevator hummed to life. I could feel her glance at me. Not in a weird way—just curious. She wasn’t sizing me up or judging. And God help me, I wanted her to look again. I tried to stop myself from ogling at her breasts again, but I couldn't when the elevator jolted slightly at the fourth floor, and she swayed just a little making her breasts bounced and I could feel my cock twitching in need of action. She let out a tiny laugh, balancing herself with her free hand against the wall. Nice Zeke, a fucking disappointment and now a pervert? “You’d think by now this building could afford a decent elevator,” she said. I almost smiled. “Yeah,” I muttered. “Guess so.” Her head tilted at that, but before she could respond, the doors dinged open. Fifth floor. She stepped out first. So did I. I followed a few steps behind, feeling the heat in my chest spread lower, the hardening in my jeans not entirely down. She stopped in front of the door next to mine, I almost laughed. Because of course she was my neighbor. She looked back at me with a soft grin, kind of surprised too. “Guess that makes us neighbors.” I nodded, too stunned to form actual words. She shifted the grocery bag in her arms and gestured toward my phone. “Your phone’s been ringing,” she said. “I think it started in the elevator.” I looked down. Mom. The screen pulsed like it was daring me to answer. Like it already knew she was going to say exactly what I didn’t want to hear. “Thanks,” I said, forcing a tiny smile. She opened her door and looked at me one more time. Her expression was… gentle. Something I hadn’t seen in a long time. “Goodnight,” she said. “Yeah. Night.” Her door shut quietly. Mine didn’t even close before I answered the call. “I see you finally picked up,” my mother snapped, skipping hello like it offended her. “I had an interview,” I said flatly, already exhausted. “Oh? With who? Was it another coffee shop that you’ll get fired from in two weeks?” “It was with Jason,” I said, stepping inside and letting the door shut behind me. “Your boyfriend.” The silence that followed was sharp. “I thought he might actually take me seriously,” I continued. “But I guess he’s learned how to talk to me from watching you.” “You better watch your tone,” she bit back. “He’s trying to help you see the truth, Zeke. You’ve always thought you were smarter than you are.” I sat down on the arm of the couch, staring at the floor like it might understand me better than she ever has. “I had another interview today,” I said, voice calm. “But I chose to meet with Jason instead. I thought maybe you cared enough to want me near you. I thought you deserved a chance to prove I was wrong about you.” Her laugh was cold. “Oh, how generous of you.” “No,” I said. “It was stupid.” And I hung up. I sat there for a long moment, breathing through the heat in my chest. My hand was still shaking, but I wasn’t sure if it was from anger… or relief. Then I glanced at the wall I now shared with her. The girl from the elevator. I wondered if she heard any of that. I wondered what she’d think of me if she did. And I wondered why, for the first time in years I cared about what someone other than mom thought of me. **** I could feel her lips wrap slowly around my soft cock, sucking on it seductively. Fuck, who was this? A soft moan of approval escaped her mouth stiffened for her. “Your cock is so obedient.” I couldn't see who the person was but that voice, my neighbor? “Who- who are you?” No answer, instead her mouth takes me deeper and I nearly scream out in ecstasy. I'd never had a blowjob before, not even in my dreams. The person sucked my cock harder while stroking, her tongue licking and doing things I can't even figure out and then she stopped biting hard enough to ensure I am paying attention. “You like this don't you? You want to cum on my face right?” I shook my head telling her no, even though I could feel my balls tightening. Of course I wanted to cum all over her face but I didn't even know who she was. I wanted my first time to be with someone I can see. “Oh baby boy, you're going to cum. Whether or not you want to, but we both know you want to shoot your load in my mouth and on my face. Isn't that right, virgin boy?” My body betrayed me, her fingers went under my balls as her through opened, swallowing the entirety of my cock. I moaned uncontrollably as she makes me fuck her throat, tears streaming down my eyes. Every muscle in my body flexed and my back arched, I grabbed the chair trying to balance myself as my load spilled out of me filling her throat and her mouth. She didn't stop milking me dry, I felt like I'd die from it. I'd never cum before and I didn't think it could take that long either, it felt like an endless convulsion of ecstasy. “Your cum tastes so good and healthy. Now it is my turn Baby, have you ever eaten a pussy before?” Before I could respond a voice her voice changed to one I could never forget in a million years rang through the room and my blood ran cold. “You can't even fuck a girl in your dreams without crying.” Mom? What was she doing here? I tried to get out of the chair but suddenly I could feel a restraint around me, Mom's voice kept ringing in the room and her horrendous laughter tormented me. “What are you doing here!? Get out!?” I screamed out but there was nothing but more laughter from her. “You’re a disgusting pathetic freak, a loser!” I could hear myself screaming at the top of my lungs to silence her voice and then a hand wrapped around me pulling me out of whatever it was. “Calm down, you were dreaming. Please open your eyes.” The voice was soft and homely. I didn't dare open my eyes, I was scared to see my mother the second I opened my eyes. “This isn't real, you're not real. Go away!” I yelled out. Lips, warm, soft and I think real were on mine, kissing me slowly and reassuringly.The school bell rang, cutting Pearl off in mid-sentence. The scrape of chairs and rustling of books became momentarily overwhelming before she managed to get her voice heard over the din. “Homework this weekend: read pages 54 through to 69 and write 400 words comparing and contrasting how the protagonist and antagonist react to the events.” Groans began to build up in a teenage crescendo, particularly loud at the front of the class near the door, where Liam Cruz, the school’s star athlete, was sitting. Pearl approached, leaned over and put her hands on his desk, pretending not to notice when his eyes momentarily dipped to look down her shirt at her cleavage.He was only 18 after all, no sense getting on his case about something he had about as much control over as a car with no steering wheel. “Is there a problem, Liam?” she asked and barely contained her grin as he noticeably reddened and squirmed. “No, Miss. Trent.” He mumbled. “Good, have it on my desk on Monday morning.” She
Pearl’s legs at last threatened to buckle completely, but Moses reached around with both hands and pulled backwards on her knees, straightening her legs and pressing her pussy against his face as she twitched and moaned. Pearl felt her orgasm eventually recede to a warm glow and stood up. After being upside-down for so long Pearl felt all the blood rush from her head and felt a bit dizzy. Pearl turned around and stumbled over the camcorder, pitching forward precariously until Moses caught her. Pearl saw brown clouds roll in the periphery of her vision and felt her head resting against Moses’s chest. “What happened there, Pearl?” he asked. “I came again, Daddy.” She heard herself say, as if from a great distance. Soon the clouds retreated from her vision and she was steady again. “Are you ok?” Moses asked. “Yes, just a headrush.” Pearl responded. “I’m fine now.” “Good.” Moses bent over and retrieved the camcorder, which didn’t appear to have sustained any damage. “Now, undress
Pearl smiled as best she could with a hard dick in her mouth, her fears about her inexperience evaporated and she increased the speed with which she was forcing his cock in and out of her mouth. From under her fingers her clit sent its thanks via occasional electric shocks of pleasure that echoed around her body and finally settled in her pussy, where the sensation of pleasure built and built. Suddenly the pleasure increased to fever pitch and an orgasm rocked her body as she rubbed frantically at her clit. Tingling pleasure ebbed out from her pussy as Pearl lost the rhythm of her blowjob and moaned over and over again on Moses’s cock. Pearl’s stomach muscles clenched uncontrollably in ecstasy forcing her head forward, and causing the head of Moses’s cock to slide past the back of her mouth and into her throat. Pearl looked up with half closed eyes as the last waves of her orgasm bounced around her belly. Moses was looking down at her with his mouth open slightly as if in awe of
“I won’t tell her.” He said “But I’ll think of you when I’m fucking her. What do you say, Pearl? Will you be Daddy’s little cumslut from now on, like on the internet? Do you want me to smooth things over with your Mom and keep these pictures from getting to the colleges?” There was now only one answer Pearl wanted to give. “Yes, Daddy, I’ll be your little cumslut.” She bit her bottom lip and looked up at him in a way that had always driven the boys at her school wild. “Good girl, Pearl. Now, get on your knees, right here.” Pearl knelt down on the soft carpet, her head directly level with Moses’s crotch, and looked up at him. From this vantage point Pearl could see that he was carrying a camcorder. That must have been what he had retrieved from the drawer by the bed. Moses wasn’t looking at her, he was concentrating on the camcorder, pressing buttons. Pearl heard a brief sound clip of a man and woman moaning coming from the camcorder, accompanied by a rhythmic slapp
“Your Mother and I agreed that you should pack your things and leave. Tonight, straight away. She was too upset to even talk to you, so she’s staying with her sister until I call to say you’re gone.” Moses said in an angry tone. “Please, no! I… don’t have anywhere to go!” Pearl felt tears welling up. “Also, didn’t you have to write essays about what a fine moral character you’ve got as part of your college applications? I think the colleges should probably send these as illustrations and appendices for those essays. Provisional acceptance is very easily revoked, you know.” Pearl hung her head and looked down at the picture of herself latched on to Allen’s cock. After a few days of slight nervousness when her video and pictures went online, she had actually thought it was something she could safely file away as a happy memory of her experimental youth. It looked like she was wrong. “Please, Moses, I’ll… I’ll do anything… will you… please…” Pearl lost track of what she was trying
School is out, Pearl was almost ready for the big end of year party. It would be great to have one last blow out with everybody before everybody split up and went their own separate ways in their own separate lives. Her friend Marie had organised a leaving school themed party at her place because Marie’s parents were out of town. So much had changed in Pearl’s life in the past month since she turned 19. Her step-brother Allen had used her as his first model to help set up his fledgling porn business ‘Countdown to Fuck.’ Things were going well for him. As soon as he had finished editing the video and uploaded it to his website, it had become an incredible success. He got lucky with a favourable review very early, which he said drove a lot of traffic to the website, and the promotional videos and photographs he had taken of her did the rest. Subscriptions were flooding in, and had picked up pace as Allen uploaded various preview pictures of upcoming models. Pearl had helped him wi







