I needed to be ass fucked

I trudge inside, sag against the door, and sigh hard through my teeth. Fuck sometimes driving all day and barely making minimum wage in awful rainy weather is so depressing.

It's been another one of those blurred days—a slog from start to finish. Crabby passengers, no tips, rainy stressful roads and I even got a parking ticket in Seattle when I ran in to get a sandwich at Subway. I crumple the parking ticket in my hand—a pleasant final surprise, fixed to my windshield with a bright little sticker.

Days like this make me adore arriving home the most. Time for a well-earned reset. I let my body take me where I need to go. I clink my keys down on the counter as I stride past, shrug off my deep v-neck blouse, and brush into my room. I don't even bother closing the door behind me—I'm home alone, for now. My son is off with some of his friends, I hope.

I clear a space for myself on my messy bed. I laugh to myself quietly as I do so; this is one of the few times I even bother to do some form of cleaning.

I grab the pillow—the firm, cylindrical one, pilfered from the couch weeks ago upon realizing its reliability, its potential. I flop onto the bed, resting on my stomach. I breathe slowly, allowing myself a moment of bliss, sinking into the endless embrace of the soft material.

Then I roll back into my hips, sticking my ass up, wedging the pillow into place between my thighs. A well-rehearsed maneuver.

I muffle my hiss of pleasure in my duvet as I find my mark, poised, ready, my mound not quite pressed into the pillow with any true commitment. Not just yet.

I flow steadily into motion like I always have seen being a young teenager. Fuck, I need this today. I grind my clit across the pillow's surface, hard and deliberate. I don't bother taking my panties off. Too much effort.

The minutes float on by, pleasantly slow. A devilish thought takes me, and before I can stop myself, I'm grabbing my phone, finding his contact, and pressing call. I roll onto my side, keeping a steady rhythm with my hips, even as he picks up.

"Hey, Jen???," comes his distracted reply. He's driving.

"Hey," I say, my voice low, not giving anything away.

"What’s up girl, you must be horny if you’re calling me, taking me up on my offer" he says, projecting his words over the coarse background noise that confirms his point. I love how the low quality of the call emphasizes the gravelly edge to his voice.

"Hmm something like that" I say as I feel the wet spot between my legs growing wider, sighing my next words. "Can't wait for you to get here."

He catches my strained tone instantly. Plays dumb. "Yeah? Why's that?"

"It'll just be nice to... see you."

"It'll be nice to see you too, naughty neighbor… if others knew how slutty you were" he laughs.

I say nothing for a while. I let the glow of my phone illuminate my face. It almost feels warm, comfortingly so. Maybe that's just because his name and number are on the screen.

He breaks the silence. "You've been playing with yourself this whole time, haven't you, slut?"

Rush of butterflies through my abdomen. He wins this time. I steady my voice as I reply meekly, "Maybe."

"Pillow or vibe, tonight?"

"My pillow." I drag out the second word, neediness seeping into my tone. Damn it, I'm usually much more composed than this.

His smirk is audible as he replies, "Naughty girl. God I love how slutty and horny you are. The best kind of neighbors."

"You love it," I retort.

"I do."

"I need you here. Watching me."

"I'll do more than that, Jen. Whatever you need."

I make a satisfied little sound. "You're so good to me."

"See you soon, slutty Jen."

"You too. Hurry up," I tease before ending the call. I sigh, sit up, reluctantly rolling the pillow out from its position for a moment. I'm revitalized, the weight of the day lifted from my body.

I pace over to my dresser. Burrow through the bottom drawer until I find what I'm looking for.

Why not put on a bit more of a show for him, once he gets here?

There's a knock at my door, and I know it's him. I call back through the Ring doorbell I have telling him the door is unlocked and I’m in the bedroom. Soon he’s opening my bedroom door, my delivery of a man and big thick dick. There he stands, my neighbor, the man I met online who lives literally five houses down the street.

"Hey, Jen," he says, smiling as he steps inside.

"Hey," I reply, smiling ear to ear.

He walks over to the bed, his eyes taking in the sight of me. I've pulled the covers over myself, but he can see the outline of my body—head down, back slightly arched, thighs spread out in a 'V' with something wedged underneath them.

"You got here fast," I giggle.

"Of course I did. Had to, after hearing those sounds you were making." He stands beside me, pets my hair.

"I didn't make any sounds."

"Whatever you say." He lets his fingers catch in my long blonde hair and gives it the slightest pull: enough to coax a feathery gasp from my lips.

"That's mean," I pout. I feel my hips speed up a touch, grind away more keenly.

"You love it." He paces to the foot of the bed. Stands behind my upturned rump, watches me tremble with pleasure. Rests a hand on my ass through the duvet. He pushes the sheets up. Stiffens at the sight underneath.

No stockings. No panties. Just my raw, needy cunt working away at my favorite pillow, my clit drowned in the sopping patch I've made. Above its lust sits my naughty surprise, just for him: my heart-shaped plug, nestled between my ass cheeks, its pink gem glinting at him as if in challenge.

I throw my ass in a slow, teasing circle. I allow my first real moan to escape as I pull the duvet all the way off, shove it to the floor, exposing my bare, shuddering body. "Thought I'd show off a bit for you," I sigh.

Rustle of his belt unbuckling, pants unzipping. "Fuck me, you have the best ass and pussy lips… on this block" he mutters, breathless, trying to make a joke. I bite my lip at the hunger that lines his voice.

I sneak a look back at him, feel my cunt get impossibly wetter at the sight that greets me: he's playing with the full length of his long shaft, his pretty fingers dancing to the base, teasing his balls before whipping back up to smother the tip.

A bead of precum trickles down, snaps from its strand, rides down the cleft of my ass. I gasp at the sensation, feel it pool around my buttplug. "Ooh, what was that, neighbor?" I smile, putting on that sing-song voice I know drives him crazy.

"That's your fault," he says through a smattering of low grunts. "That's your fault for being such a tease. Such a slut."

I can hear his hand as it moves: obscenely wet noises as he works himself up for me, stroking to my depraved body, watching my drenched cunt roll back and forth over my pillow, fast, then slow, then fast again.

I prop myself up on my elbows, panting. I pull away from my makeshift toy, not without some effort. He senses the shift in energy and pauses his own motion.

I dip my head as I croon, "Wanna slip inside, neighbor?"

"Oh, baby..." he stammers as he leans forward, his tip grinding against my soaked lips.

I almost let him in, but I remember my initial plan at the last second. I force my moan down into my throat and stick my arm back, plant a hand against his hip. I keep him away with an evil smirk.

"Not there, stud." I lock eyes with him as I arch my back even further, pressing my ass back into his space, wiggling as I do so.

I groan deep as I pulse my asshole once, twice.

My buttplug pops out, clatters to the floor between his shoes. "Here," I drawl, feeling his eyes drink in the sight of my less ladylike hole. It winks at him.

"Fuck me, you ass loving whore," he whispers after a telling pause, a new burn of desire undercutting his shuddering voice.

I gather up bedsheets in my arms as I fall forward into the mattress—bracing myself for what's to come. I feel him nuzzle against my puckered hole. I hold my breath.

"What a nasty... whorish... neighbor mom... you are," he growls his words as he grinds into my embrace, one inch at a time: measured, cautious increments. He goes slow, brutally slow, his entry aided by the precum coating his entire perfect length.

I feel him sink in balls deep with a delicious, searing stretch. My eyes roll back, I let out a grunt, embarrassingly involuntary. He teases me, digging his nails into my ass cheek,

"What happened to those pretty little moans, huh, slut?"

"I just—I can't help it," I yelp as he smacks my ass, hard.

"What was that?" he goads.

"I can't help it," I stammer, gritting my teeth. He spanks me again. The sharp pain paired with the constant burn of his full length buried in my asshole is too much. I let out another pathetic squeal.

"Want me to start moving, ass whore?"

I make a muffled sound that falls well short of any discernible English.

"Use your words, you fucking slut."

"Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, daddy. Fuck my... fuck my asshole, daddy." I can feel my face burning, my cunt dripping. Damn it, this was supposed to be my way of treating him, being the one to turn the tables, make him cave.

Now I'm drooling onto my bedsheets. Begging for cock up my ass.

I want to cry; it feels so good. I can hear his words of approval somewhere in the distance, washed-out, faint. "Good girl."

Then he starts moving his hips, and I snap right back to the present. Gentle thrusts at first, more than enough to get me shaking. Then he grows more confident, his pelvis clapping softly against my ass, every hungry motion digging away at my hole. Stretching it out. Training it. Another hard spank. "You've been wanting to try more anal, haven't you, you anal slut?"

"Yes, daddy..." I slur my words, fighting to keep a steady voice amid my blatant, carnal grunts.

"I can tell. You've been wearing that plug a lot more often, haven't you?"

"Yes, daddy. I know... I know you can see it some days... through my clothes... through my panties." I twist my head to speak. He bends forward, places a gentle hand around my neck.

"I'm gonna have to buy you a bigger one soon, whore. We're gonna break in that tight little asshole of yours even more, aren't we? We’re going to show you off to all the guys in the neighborhood. Let them see what an anal slut you are!"

"Please, daddy, that sounds so good, yes, please," I whine, barely conscious of the fact that I'm throwing my ass back against him, reinforcing every one of his strong thrusts with my own desperate body.

His whisper is hot and raspy in my ear. "Beg for me like you did the first time, Jen." His fingers scramble about in my messy hair, pull my head up from the covers. Strings of saliva between my mouth and the sheet I was chewing on.

"No... daddy... that was really embarrassing, that time..."

He doesn't break stride. Increases his speed instead, grasping my hips harder and drilling into my asshole at a viciously subtle angle. "I'll pull out," he warns. "I'll pull it out, slut, don't tempt me."

"You're bluffing," I whimper.

He slows down instantly. Pulls his length right back, leaving just the head inside. Braces his free hand on my ass to keep me from pressing back on it, holds my hair in a tangled ponytail with the other.

"Am I?" he growls.

"No! Daddy, that's mean..." I pout, verging on tears. I squirm about needily, desperately trying to find some deeper purchase. No luck.

His head pops out from my anal embrace, trailing precum from my winking hole. I still try to chase it, so he marks me with his hand again: another spank, this time whipped up hard from beneath, landing square on my aching cunt. I wince, swearing bitterly into my hand, spluttering, "Daddy! You're being mean!"

He leans in close, catching my earlobe in his teeth. "Am I?"

I nod, both of my holes searing with the rush of humiliation. Being edged like this is always what ends up breaking me. I mumble softly, hesitantly, unable to muster any further backtalk: "How did you want me to beg, daddy?"

He lets go of my hair, running his fingers through it softly as he does so. He shuffles back, shaft in hand. "You know how."

"O-okay." I feel my heart flutter as I get into position: face down, ass up like before, except this time I grab myself with both hands, spreading my cheeks wide, parading my eager holes for him. "I... I need your thick cock in my... asshole... Daddy," I mumble, heat spreading across my cheekbones, my ears.

"Yeah? Use your body, too, fuck slut," he mutters. I can hear him adjusting his footing, making ready to reward me for degrading myself. I try to keep the eagerness out of my voice as I comply, rocking steadily on my planted knees, sending ripples across my backside. I shake my ass for him like a stripper. "Like this, Daddy?"

"Exactly like that, baby. Fuck."

I melt at his praise, dare to venture further. "You like making me twerk for you while I show off my naughty little asshole?"

"Yes, baby. God, yes." He grabs my rear by its spank-marks, crushing my soft flesh in his fingers. "Now, tell me what you need. And I'll give it to you."

"I need your cum in my asshole, daddy. I need it so fucking bad." My eyes are wet as I beg for him, uncapped lust flooding my system, forcing my words out in a pathetic, rushed jumble.

He grinds slowly against my winking hole, as if he's making his mind up.

Then he plunges in.

He finishes me off brutally. Pounding away mercilessly, hard, fast, surging in balls deep with every vicious stroke. Like I'm a sex toy. I moan, go limp at the hips, fall forward into the bed. I scrunch up the covers in my clumsy hands, my asshole on fire in that strange, irresistible way. Through the mental haze, I can just barely make out him calling me a noisy girl as he pushes my face into my pillow to muffle my pathetic wailing. I bite it, taste my lust upon it: it's my pillow. I'm tasting my own cunt, and I'm getting drilled in my ass, and it's all too much—

I'll admit it, I love to be fucked in the ass!: Something so dirty and raw but also so stimulating... love the feeling of a cock in my asshole. Just hearing someone say to me, "I want to fuck you in the ass!" makes me wet and chills run up and down through my body. I need it and want it so bad. The feeling of a cock entering my ass is so intense. It's the only way to describe it. I feel so full of cock, so intensely full. I want you to fuck me hard. I enjoy every second of it. I know each time you push your cock in me, I feel it, like my nerves are exploding from the sensation. I feel full, achingly full, almost uncomfortably full, until you pulled back out and I crave it again, and again, and again. I want you to fuck my ass!

We cum together. He grunts hard into my neck, clawing at my hair desperately as he delivers the final strokes: staggered, deep thrusts, then one final slam that locks him there, shuddering. I can feel my ass being forced to stretch a mind-breaking millimeter more every time his load courses inside me, six thick spurts, each expulsion accompanied by his ragged breath on my clammy neck.

I hug my cum-soaked pillow hard to my chest, holding on to it as I let out a long, teeth-grinding groan, eyes rolled back to white. I can feel myself pulsing around him, my thighs caving further apart with every bolt of pleasure that strikes through my body. There's a sudden gushing warmth between my legs, and I try to apologize, but he just kisses my neck and reassures me and holds me up as I squirt on him. I spatter his spent cock and thighs as I dislodge, collapsing on my stomach, making a puddle on the bed, big enough to leak down onto the floorboards with a humiliatingly loud trickle.

"Daddy. Daddy. Omigod," I whimper between my fluttery breaths. He stays on top of me, shifting forward to caress my face.

"You came so good for me. God I love my slutty anal loving whore of a neighbor!"

"Felt... good... felt... so good, daddy," I mumbled in a vacant reply, chewing my lip. Still dazed with pleasure. I feel my knee dip into my spent juices and exhale as I realize just how much had sprayed from my cunt. "Oh, no, I made a mess..."

He traces his hand lazily down my back. Two curious fingertips wedge themselves in my weak, tender asshole. They nestle in the entrance, dig around, and pry it open. "I know you want to make another one," he says softly, kissing behind my ear.

I feel my heart skip at the thought, a rush of adrenaline like I'm still cumming. Maybe I am. I sigh airily. "No... that's... so dirty."

"I know you get off on it." He gives his fingertips a little twist. I look back at him, find his gaze, and hold it. I purse my lips and furrow my brow.

He feels me tighten up around him, then release. There's an embarrassing noise as his ample load bubbles out of my asshole, cascades warmly down my trembling thighs, and comes to rest atop my violent stain. I whimper as I pulse, loving the sheer shame that courses through my already overwhelmed body.

He kisses me the whole time as I push it out. "Filthy girl," he gasps, stroking his half-erect length lazily.

"Just for you," I whisper into his lips as I feel the last of his load leaving my quivering hole.

We stay there like that for some time. He lays atop my trembling form, his shaft melting against my skin. I sink into the bed beneath him, naked, a light sheen of sweat across my spent body. Eyes half-lidded, sleepy, content.

"I really needed this today," I hum, tracing circles along his forearm with my fingers.

"You know I'll give it to you any time you need, baby." He kisses my neck.

I roll over onto my back, facing him properly for the first time. I pull his face to mine, slip my tongue into his mouth. "I don't doubt that for a second," I tease.

I prop myself up, eyes drifting down over my tits, taking in the mess of cum between my thighs—a mix of both mine and his. The scent of sex and filth fills the air, a heady combination of our lust. "You need to clean me, slut," he commands, his voice firm and dominant.

And that's when I notice he's been cupping the load of cum that he had worked out of my asshole, using it to stroke his cum and ass-covered softening cock. The sight is depraved and erotic—his cock glistening with a mix of white cum and brownish anal juices, the smell pungent and dirty.

"I can’t go home with this nastiness all over my dirty cock. Get down there and clean it up, you know the deal," he growls, his eyes locked onto mine, challenging me.

A rush of desire and submission courses through me. I know what he wants, and I'm eager to obey. I shift my position, moving down the bed until I'm kneeling in front of him. His cock is a mess—slick with our combined fluids, the scent of sex and filth overwhelming.

I lean in, my tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock, tasting the salty and slightly bitter mixture. I hear him groan above me, a sound that sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine. I wrap my lips around the head, sucking gently as I begin to lick and clean every inch of his shaft.

The taste is strong—a mix of his cum and the earthy, slightly bitter flavor of my own ass. It's dirty and taboo, but it only serves to heighten my arousal. I take my time, savoring the taste and the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the head, licking up every last drop of the white and brownish mixture that clings to it.

I move down, my tongue gliding over the sensitive underside, tracing the veins that pulse beneath the skin. I can see the smears of our combined juices, the sight both disgusting and arousing. I continue to lick and suck, my mouth moving up and down his shaft, taking him deeper with each pass.

I can feel his cock beginning to harden again under my ministrations, a testament to how much he enjoys this. I work my way down to his balls, licking and sucking them gently, cleaning them of any stray cum and anal juices. The scent is strong here, the smell of our sex and filth filling my nostrils.

I look up at him, my eyes meeting his as I continue to clean his cock, and I can see the lust and approval in his gaze. Finally, I've licked up every last drop, his cock shining and clean, free of the white and brownish stains. I give the head one last, lingering kiss before pulling back, a satisfied smile on my face.

"Good girl," he praises, his voice husky with desire. "You've done well."

I feel a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over me, knowing that I've pleased him. The taste of our combined filth lingers in my mouth, a reminder of our depraved act. And as I look up at him, I can't help but feel a deep sense of connection and satisfaction. This is our dynamic, our deal, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

"--Yeah. I better get home as my wife is making dinner, you’ve already had some," he chuckles, motioning to my face and the stains around my mouth, reluctantly finding his feet, pulling his pants back up and saying, "Messy girl."
"You love it," I mutter under my breath. I get up, find my panties, and turn away to put them on.

He takes his finger swiping the last of the cum and ass off my lips and cheek and forces it into my mouth saying. "You love it."

"I do," I admit, grinning up at him. "I really do."

He smiles back, his eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and lust. "Good. Because I love giving it to you."

I feel a warmth spread through me at his words, a comforting contentment. I know I'm in for a world of pleasure and filth with him, and I wouldn't have it any other way. After all, there's something incredibly thrilling about having a neighbor who's always ready to satisfy my darkest desires.

I can't help but feel grateful for the strange twist of fate that brought us together. And as I watch him walk out the door, with a promise to return whenever I need him, I know that I'm in for many more nights of exhilarating passion and unbridled pleasure.

With a sigh of satisfaction, I close the door behind him and lean against it, a small smile playing on my lips. Until next time, neighbor. Until next time.