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"I see you're still set on being disrespectful." You say matter of factly.
I can hear the disapproving frown in your face, despite not being able to see it. Suddenly you pull away, making me slump forward slightly, my face rubbing against the carpet harshly. I quickly scramble to not fall all the way off the bed, managing to catch myself. You look down at me in this position and laugh slightly
"Don't move bitch." You say before walking off.
I hear your footsteps quiet, and you had
to be gone at least five minutes. My arms were starting to shake from holding myself in this position. The blood rushing to my head made me dizzy. I let out a groan of discomfort before I hear your footsteps growing louder again. I turn my head so I could see you walk back in the room. I could tell you had something in your hands, but I didn't know what. You stepped back over me, your foot landing on my hair and pulling slightly. You grab my hips roughly, lifting them and sliding my panties off.
"You won't need these today." You say with a smile.
My hands dig into the carpet as you let my hips drop, sending me sliding a little more. I feel your fingers kneading at my ass again, but I also feel something soft brush against me. I was confused. I didn't recognize this as something we had ever used before.
"I ordered you a little present the other day...well maybe it's more of a present for Me." you say to me, before spreading my cheeks.
I'm helpless to do anything, most of me crumpled on the floor. I hear you open a bottle and poor a cool liquid onto my ass. You rub it into my crack and against my hole. My eyes widened because I literally had no idea what you were doing. I felt something cold and hard pressing against my asshole, and sliding into it. My hips withered at the pressure, it felt huge. I slumped forward, but you grabbed my hips forcing me to stay in place.
"I said don't move you fucking whore." You say, demanding obedience.
You place your foot on my back, forcing my breasts and face harder into the ground. I'd figured out by now that whatever you were putting into me was a butt plug, I felt the smooth pop of it as it was all the way in and reached the indent in the plug. You finished the whole process with a hard slap against my ass cheek. You quickly transitioned, pulling your foot off of me and grabbing me by my hair, forcing the remaining part of my body off of the bed and onto the floor.
"You're going to spend all day today on your hands and your knees, being my little fuck toy. My little pet." you rasped at me.
Pulling me forward slightly by my hair. "Now take that shirt off."
I lifted my arms up quickly to pull my shirt off. Not wanting to displease you. The butt plug offered discomfort as I moved, bigger than what I was used to. I tried to steal a quick glance at what was in my ass before settling back down on my hands, but you interpreted my thoughts and grabbed my hair forcing me to look back down at the ground.
"All in good time my pet." You said.
You reached around behind you to pull something out of your pocket. I recognized it as a leash. I groaned as you clasped the leash onto my collar and yanked suddenly, making me fall forward. I knew this was the beginning of a long day...
The End.
The New Neighbor
Even through the window, Chase could tell that the woman was a looker. Her long blonde hair easily reached her wide hips, while her arms seemed to be smooth and muscular. He could tell that she was definitely on the larger side, but that suited him fine. That's where his preferences ran to, anyways. "More cushion for the pushin'", he thought to himself as he peered over at the new neighbor. She and a male (Chase couldn't tell from their actions whether they were friends, dating, or married) had begun moving items in yesterday, starting with the furniture. It appeared that now they were bringing in all the boxes and knick-knacks. Curious, he kept glancing towards the large picture window as he watched TV, hoping to catch a glimpse that would tell him what type of people these new neighbors were.
They seemed to be nice people. They shared in the job of bringing items into the house, opened the door for each other, and seemed to work nicely in unison; obviously they'd been together long enough for a system and easy camaraderie to have been concretely established. Working together to bring in the larger, heavy items and boxes, muscling open the door... it was almost like a dance. Chase kept glancing over, enjoying the way that the woman's shorts stretched across her voluptuous bottom, showing off the indent between her buttocks. The white tank top she wore soon dampened with sweat, showing the rich purple hue of her bra, and the tendrils of hair brushing her neck and cheeks began to stick to her skin. Chase found himself daydreaming of how she would look in bed. "Probably a lot like that," he thought to himself. "Cheeks pinkened from exertion, damp hair caressing her neck, eyes shiny with excitement, skin moist with a light sheen of perspiration... breasts heavy and full, swinging as she moves..." He closed his eyes, allowing his imagination to take over, unzipping his trousers as he did so.
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Several days later, Chase was outside, reading a magazine and swinging in his hammock, when he began to hear subtle noises from next door. Thinking the new neighbor just had her TV louder than normal, he tuned it out, returning to the article on trout fishing that he had previously been thoroughly engrossed in. A few minutes later, a guttural cry rent the air, and he lifted his upper half off the hammock, wondering if he ought to run next door and make sure everything was alright. As he debated, more noises filled the air. A loud moan, followed by harsh panting and an almost indecipherable sound of "thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack...."
"Good God," he whispered aloud, "the woman is a sex goddess!" Lying back down, Chase put down his magazine, content to listen to the drama unfolding next door. His home hid his backyard from the curious gaze of passersby, while the shrubs he had planted, as well as the neighbors' low picket fence, ensured his complete privacy. As a bachelor, he had need of privacy. Although he was by no means a player, he had his share of women friends, and even if one were not over, he preferred walking around his house nude or wearing only boxer briefs to being fully dressed.
Another loud moan interrupted his reverie, and he fumbled with the button on his now-snug shorts as the air continued to be a conduit between his next door neighbor and himself. Gripping his cock firmly in one hand, he began to slowly pump as he closed his eyes; if he strained his ears, he was able to hear every word.
"Oh fuck yes, fuck me harder!" She was screaming to her lover, her voice hoarse in her passion. The thwack-ing sounds grew louder, and Chase smiled as he placed the sound as that of a tight ball sack vigorously slapping a wet pussy mound during a ferocious, uninhibited sexcapade. His hand moved faster, and a soft moan escaped his lips as he again imagined his beautiful, well-endowed neighbor resting doggy style on her bed, her large breasts swaying with the force of the thrusts from her lover, her long blonde hair a veil around her shoulders as she took the hard length deep into her weeping pussy.
Rhythmic moaning filled the air, turning into fast, coarse grunts as the speed of the thrusts apparently increased. "That's right, you fat slut, giving me your gorgeous body to pound.... Take it like a woman, that's a good girl! Ohhhh, god yes, your fucking pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight, it's all I can do not to cum right now...." Chase heard a man say roughly, a loud smack punctuating every pause. Gripping himself tighter, Chase tensed up, imagining pounding the luscious pussy of his new neighbor, watching her flesh wiggle and jiggle as he moved, grabbing a hard nipple to pinch as he drove himself to completion...
"Ohhhhhhhh," he gasped as his cock began to jerk, his cum erupting like a geyser from the head. He threw his head back, breathing harshly, still pumping hot seed from his cock, as he listened to the neighbor complete his own play. Breathing heavily, willing his heart-rate to return to normal, Chase lie still as the voices next door quieted, a heavy-handed smack and a barely audible "That's my good girl," wafting to him on the breeze. He smiled. If the pleased voice was anything to go by, his new neighbor was quite a ride.
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"Can I borrow your lawnmower?" Fleshy pink lips parted in a pout after the question, obviously disappointed about something.
"I... I beg your pardon?" Chase asked, borrowing time until he could find his tongue again. His neighbor had finally made an appearance on his front step, in an outfit that made his jaw hit the floor. Jean short-shorts, a loose turquoise tank top, and a white sports bra was the frame for her natural beaut
