Feminist subdued by the macho neighbor
Feminist neighbor succumbs to desire in a power game with her new macho and dominant neighbor.
Carolina and Sergi were a happy couple, they had been together for five years and every day they gave thanks for having found such a wonderful penthouse where they could live together.
The building was located in the suburbs of the city. It was small, with four floors, and each consisted of two houses. The couple's apartment was cozy and bright, with a simple distribution: a spacious living room with a balcony that offered views of the horizon, a modern kitchen, a bathroom and two bedrooms. All painted white to appear more spacious and spacious.
Although she was having a bad streak, she had lost her job at the feminist association due to a change in local government, so she spent a lot of time at home. Luckily for her, she loved order and neatness, so that entertained her; she had become even more meticulous with cleanliness since the dismissal.
The groom, meanwhile, worked as a social educator in an emergency center, with rotating shifts of morning, afternoon, and night, which often meant that his hours were unpredictable.
One afternoon, after one of his long shifts, Sergi came home tired. He dropped his fondon body on the sofa and opened a can of soda, placing the drink on the table.
— Sergi! ¿Can you use a coaster, please? — Carolina said, frowning at the wet ring the can had left on the wood.
The man sighed and raised the can, placing a coaster underneath before returning it to the table. The leafy beard was then measured before responding.
— Sorry, Expensive. I did not realize. I've had a very long day downtown, sorry.
He put on his black pasta glasses and bent his eyes, resigned to his girlfriend's scolding.
— You know I hate seeing stains on the table. And since I spend all day at home, the least thing is that you help me keep it clean — she replied, shaking her head and crossing her arms.
— I understand, love. But you should relax a little. I know you're frustrated about the job, but this doesn't help — she pleaded, bowing her eyebrows up. However, the way his girlfriend's emerald eyes looked at him did not bode well.
Carolina looked at him with a mixture of anger and resignation, making her left eyelid tremble slightly: she had been unemployed for three months and her patience was running out.
— I don't want to work on anything. You know. I need a job that is related to my gender grade. I can't just settle for something else after studying so much. — he said, while picking up brown hair behind his ears.
— Yes, but maybe you should consider something temporary while finding what you really want. Just so you don't feel so stressed and we can do better at home.
— No, Sergi. I'm sure something will come out soon. I just have to keep looking. — he replied, waving the wavy mane and making it clear that he was not going to make her change her mind.
The social worker sighed again and added:
— You could go running or get some exercise. It would help you clear your head and improve your spirits, as well as keep fit. Think about it, sweetheart.
— You know the damage I do to myself because of these boobs! I don't need you to remind me every time. ¡And forget that I'm looking for something else's job! I'm not going to lower myself after studying so much — he replied, lip-forming a fine line, ending the conversation.
The light-skinned woman was still well preserved at age 38, in part due to her infertility caused by an accident in adolescence. It was not something that hurt, since she had never harbored the desire to be a mother.
Despite his normal height, he had always stood out for his voluptuous and well-proportioned figure, with wide hips. Her light and soft skin, and delicate features, enhanced her beauty. What was most striking was the size of her bust, which in her youth had caused her countless macho comments, leading her to cover herself even in summer. However, when he matured, he decided to embrace his femininity and stop hiding, now wearing his figure with pride.
The next morning, while keeping his home spotless, he heard a lot of noise on the landing of the building: they were making a move and it looked like he was going to have a new neighbor.
He couldn't suppress his gossip spirit and leaned out at the peephole to see what they were like. She only saw one man, moving the huge boxes smoothly. The only thing he could make out was that he had dark hair and little else.
That afternoon, when her boyfriend returned, she told him:
— This morning I saw a tall boy moving to the front floor.
— Oh yeah? ¿And how was it? — Sergi asked, leaving his backpack on the floor and approaching his girlfriend.
— Well, I couldn't see much, but it seemed dark and quite strong. — With authoritative and determined tone, he continued —. We should go introduce ourselves. It is a good way to meet new neighbors and avoid future problems.
He, accustomed to his girl's way of being, agreed:
— Okay, if you think it's a good idea. I think it's okay to meet us. Plus, it's a way to break the ice and make sure we get along. — He stretched out on the sofa to get some rest.
— Yes — she nodded, smiling with satisfaction and taking a glass to the kitchen —. So we can see if he is a good guy. And if there is a problem, we better know from the beginning.
— So when are we going? — screamed from the dining room.
— Tonight, after dinner — answered the feminist —. I'm curious to see what kind of person he is.
After dinner, the couple decided to go introduce themselves to their new neighbor. Both were already in pajamas: she wore an elegant and comfortable ivory silk ensemble that highlighted her brown hair and green eyes. For his part, he was wearing a gray T-shirt and pajama shorts, which concealed his overweight figure and his dark and abundant beard.
— Are we really going to go in our pajamas? — he asked, looking at his girlfriend's outfit reluctantly.
Despite just wearing the last two buttons on her shirt unbuttoned, Carolina's chest looked huge. Nor did the one who didn't wear a bra help, He had already argued with her on the subject and it had become clear to him that it was because of the discomfort he generated and a form of self-acceptance with his body.
— Yes, why not? — replied with a frown and forming a fine line with the lips —. It is late and it is our house, so we are comfortable. Also, surely he is also the same at home.
He shrugged, resigned as always, and nodded.
The woman opened the street door and they both crossed the hall to the neighbor's door. Carolina rang the bell and they waited a few moments. The door opened and the new neighbor appeared, also in pajamas. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts.
“ Up close it seems bigger than the peephole, the gray hair of the beard must be my age or so. ” she thought, it barely reached the chin of the mysterious neighbor.
— Hello, we are your neighbors across the street — she said with a smile —. I am Carolina and he is Sergi. We wanted to welcome you to the building.
The man smiled slightly and held out his hand.
He had an angled and defined face, with marked cheekbones and a strong jaw. Her short brown hair further highlighted her facial features. Also, he had a dimple on his chin.
— Delighted, I'm Mario. Thank you for stopping by — e Exchanged two kisses with the woman —. I was just finishing unpacking some things.
She was overwhelmed for an instant, it was as if those blue eyes had her hypnotized, forgetting for a second that her boyfriend was next door.
— We thought it was a good idea to come introduce ourselves and see if you needed something — added Sergi, feeling more relaxed when he saw that his neighbor was also in his pajamas —. Also, you seem like a trustworthy person. I am not usually wrong to judge people, thanks to my work.
— Good, it shows that you have a good eye — answered, giving it a little touch on the shoulder —. I really appreciate it, but I'm still organizing everything. It may bother you, but it won't be long.
Then, Mario narrowed his eyes slightly when he noticed something, from his perspective he clearly saw the neighbor's breasts: large and generous, moving subtly with each breath. He couldn't take his eyes off the suggestive canalillo.
— Well, whatever you need, we are right in front. Let's go, Sergi.
— Thank you, I'll keep that in mind. It is good to know that I have you as neighbors — Mario replied, with a malicious smile —. Especially since I'm going to have plenty of free time this month. I work as a lawyer and the firm closes in the summer. So I apologize in advance for any noise you may make. — extended his arms to touch both at the same time, taking the opportunity to press against her chest —. You never know when I may need some company.
The couple nodded and returned home. As they closed the door behind him, the woman was furious.
— Have you noticed how the pig looked at me? — he exclaimed, clenching his fists and walking with great strides to the dining room.
His partner, who was still trying to see the positive in the situation, shook his head.
— No, Expensive, I didn't notice. He seemed like a good guy. Perhaps he was just nervous — he replied, shrugging his shoulders and raising his hands with his palms up, in surrender.
— But if I couldn't take my eyes off my tits! It has been disgusting. And then, that confidence of wanting to touch us ... — He took a cushion and threw it at him, his face had turned red with anger.
The man tried to dodge it, without success. He left the glasses on the table and rubbed his eyes.
— I was just looking down, honey. I'm sure it was a misunderstanding, don't be mad.
— A misunderstanding?! You have to open your eyes, that man is not to be trusted. ¿Haven't you seen how trust is taken so fast? It is typical that it is believed that by being good you can treat women like a piece of meat. Like I hate that kind of guy. — He hit the ground with his feet several times while making noises, resembling a little girl's tantrum.
The educator sighed, knowing there was no way to calm her down when she was in that state.
— Sorry. If it bothered you, we should be more careful with it. But we cannot judge it just by a first impression.
— It is not just the first impression — she insisted —. It is his attitude in general. Warning of noises and acting like this is a schoolyard. I don't like anything, Sergi. NA-DA.
— Okay, but calm down. — He put a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down.
— Take it off, don't touch me! — snapped in bad manners, while removing his hand from his body.
The gender expert took a deep breath several times. She knew her boyfriend was somewhat right to say that she couldn't let her anger speak for her, but she was convinced that the neighbor was bad news.
— Stop hanging around the house, you're going to end up dizzy.
— Do I do like you? ¿Lying down and eating potatoes while watching TV? — she replied, pointing her finger at it —. I better go to bed.
At bedtime, he still felt the tingling of irritation. What bothered her the most was that she had cheated on her boyfriend, but not her. He would not allow someone like that to disturb his life any more.
During the following days, the unemployed woman tried to avoid the neighbor whenever she could, either on the street or on the stairs. Every time he heard noises, his tension increased. They were always at night. The educator tried to stay neutral, although he noticed his girlfriend's discomfort.
That morning, noises woke her up. He opened his eyes and sharpened his ear, it was a rhythmic sound. As if something was colliding constantly and repetitively.
They were moans. Seeing her boyfriend asleep, she got out of bed and put her ear close to the wall, as the main bedrooms were built right against each other.
— Aaaah, I can't take it anymore, please ... — only voiced —. You are going to kill me. — It was the voice of a woman, there was no doubt.
The sound of a scourge echoed through the wall, followed by a woman's groan. Carolina's heart sped up; I knew I had to warn someone, but first I needed to be sure of what was happening.
— Shut up, bitch. — Another sound broke the silence again.
I was sure, I was an abuser. He pulled out the phone and dialed 016. But before he hit the call button, he heard the confirmation.
— Fuck me harder, Mario. Go on, don't stop ... — implored a female voice.
The activist sat on the bed, pale. He did not understand how someone could enjoy such an humiliating treatment. Although he knew of women who enjoyed strong sex, this seemed too much to him.
She shook her boyfriend to warn him.
— Sergi, wake up. I'm going to tell that bastard to stop — he said, determined.
It didn't take long for the man to realize what was going on: his neighbor was fucking like crazy.
“ How lucky are some ... ”, he thought.
— I can't take this anymore — he exclaimed, getting out of bed with a jump —. I'm going to tell him to stop.
— Carolina, please don't make a scene. ¿Why don't you come here and we do it too? — he proposed, half jokingly, half seriously.
She looked at him furiously.
— Are you kidding me?! I have no nonsense time. ¡The guy is a pig and he has to stop!
— Okay, but at least don't get in trouble — he advised, turning around to continue sleeping —. Just tell him to turn down the volume.
Without waiting any longer, he left the apartment red with anger and went to the door of the new neighbor. Not realizing she was only wearing a nightgown and little panties, and due to the temperature contrast when she came out on the landing, her nipples were marked.
It almost melts the bell from pressing it so hard. The brunette took a while to go out and receive her.
When she finally opened the door, a strong smell of sex hit her in the face. He appeared visibly upset, wearing only tight underpants. Her chest was covered in gray hair, she looked like a wild animal, and her blue eyes scrutinized her.
— What's up, Carolina? — he asked, pretending surprise to go on to draw a mocking smile on his face —. ¿Couldn't you wait to see me?
— You have to stop with the noise! It is so many in the morning and your scandal does not let anyone sleep. It is not the first time.
The man leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his hairy chest, exposing the dimple on his chin and marking a good package.
— You come to bite me at dawn, almost naked, red and with your nipples about to stab someone. You can't hide it — he answered with pride, looking at it from top to bottom and running his tongue over his lips to moisten them — You are horny and you would like to be on the other side of the wall.
The woman felt the rage go up her chest until she reached her cheeks. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She looked at him with the most absolute contempt and revulsion she had ever put on.
— Are you crazy ?! — he exclaimed, stepping forward and looking into his eyes with utter contempt —. I didn't come here to hear your caveman fantasies. I just want you to stop making so much noise.
He laughed out loud, enjoying the irritation of the busty.
— This caveman will have to take the club for a walk — announced, grabbing the hard package over the underpants before continuing —. To catch the female's hair and drag her into her cave. — And he kissed him when he finished the sentence.
Carolina looked at him with a mixture of disgust and challenge. She felt a chill run down her back, but she wasn't going to let him intimidate her.
— You are disgusting. I don't know how dare you speak to me like that. I hope you understand that this will have consequences, it will not stay like this — threatened him, with his voice trembling with indignation.
The lawyer shrugged, with an arrogant smile on his face.
— Come on, admit it. You know you like — he said, getting a little closer to her by responding to the threat, while still smiling with disdain.
The chestnut noticed how the whole body of the man reeked of sex and debauchery, and instinctively the nipples hardened again.
— If not, why would it bother you so much?
Her gaze changed, becoming a mixture of fury and shame as she struggled against her body's physical response.
— It doesn't bother me because I like it, but because it's disrespectful and annoying to all the neighbors. You are but arrogant and self-centered — he replied firmly, trying to maintain his composure —. I will not let you get here and break my tranquility.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the confrontation.
— Whatever you say, pretty. But here we continue, you and me, in the middle of the night, talking about what happens on the other side of my wall. — He looked her straight in the eye, as if I could see through it —. I know you will come back. — ended, still smiling.
— Stupid!
With her fists still tight, she turned around and returned to her attic, not letting him intimidate her.
He entered through the door, still trembling with rage and indignation, and got into bed.
— Everything okay? You woke me up — her boyfriend murmured, sleepy.
— I told him to make less noise — he said, ignoring the discussion and avoiding looking him in the eye.
The bearded man nodded, closing his eyes again.
— Well, I hope it works.
However, in less than half an hour, the noises became even more intense. Frustrated and exhausted, she covered her head with the pillow. The scandal lasted another hour before he was finally silent. To her bewilderment, she realized she was excited and couldn't control it, cursing herself.
The next day, he avoided mentioning the topic entirely. She got up early and made breakfast as usual, having a trivial conversation with her boyfriend about his plans to find work.
"Everything normal, act normal," he repeated, smiling and nodding as if nothing had happened the night before.
Memories of the noises and confrontation with the lawyer were still fresh in his mind, but he decided to bury them and focus on his daily tasks and job search. Although she felt restless and upset inside, she did not let Sergi notice anything out of the ordinary.
Finally, she was able to lead a normal life: go shopping, meet friends, and help out in some association until the following week came. Her boyfriend started his night shift, which worried her. The idea of being alone in the apartment while her noisy neighbor continued her night scandals generated anxiety.
During the day she was calm, but the nights were a constant test for her nerves. Night after night he suffered the same sounds, with screams from different women. Once her partner disappeared through the door, she leaned out the peephole, watching the neighbor return always accompanied.
Every time she saw him arrive with someone new, her curiosity increased. He couldn't understand how someone with such a despicable attitude could attract so many women. The noises coming from the apartment across the street became a scandal every night.
"I can't believe someone like that attracts so many women," he thought, curious. There was scandal every night.
As he spent time in that room with the background moans, his excitement grew uncontrollably. The sexual tension consumed her until, unable to resist more, she began to masturbate, allowing herself to be carried away by the morbid sounds that surrounded her.
As he spent time in that room with the background moans, his excitement grew uncontrollably. The sexual tension consumed her until, unable to resist more, she began to masturbate, allowing herself to be carried away by the morbid sounds that surrounded her.
Disgust was proportional to the morbidity he felt. At first, she barely raised her voice, but with the passing of the days she lost her shame and increased her screams, always pretending that she did it with her boyfriend, to demonstrate that he did not need any macho to receive pleasure.
At night, the mix of emotions was more intense. She had a deep contempt for her neighbor, but at the same time, the situation excited her.
In the morning, she tried to focus on her daily tasks, but the stress of the nights left her exhausted and distracted. "¿Who will come up today? ¿What will I hear this time? "I was constantly thinking. The situation became unsustainable, and although he did not want to admit it, he was beginning to obsess over his neighbor's behavior.
Curiosity and frustration devoured her inside, making it almost impossible for her to focus on anything else. It didn't matter if she was shopping or with a friend; I couldn't push those thoughts away.
Curiosity and frustration devoured her, making it almost impossible to focus on anything else. It didn't matter if she was doing activities in a workshop or with a friend; Those thoughts did not leave her alone.
He knew his growing obsession was insane, but he couldn't help it, he had too much free time.
He knew his obsession was insane, but he couldn't help it. I had too much free time. Strangely, I was beginning to wish something would happen. "¿Why do I think like that?" He cursed himself. Every time he saw Mario return to another woman, he felt a mixture of fear and anticipation, hoping that something would justify his feelings of revulsion and attraction.
Free time and the constant presence of the neighbor in her life had brought her to a critical point. At night, her mind was filled with thoughts and fantasies, leaving her awake for hours. "I must get out of this cycle," he thought, but couldn't find the strength to do it.
Friday night, shortly after Sergi left for work, he peeked into the peephole and saw Mario appear with a stunning, dark-skinned woman. "Something will happen tonight," he thought.
He was not wrong, but it was not what he expected.
The first sounds soon seeped through the walls: choked giggles, murmurs, and the unmistakable sound of furniture moving. "Again ..." he cursed, his heart beating hard. He was trying to ignore it, but his body reacted differently. The noises intensified, and a scourge echoed in the air, followed by a moan of pleasure.
She took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure, but a part of her couldn't help but feel excited. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, imagining that she was also there.
The scandal continued, trapping her between the desire to intervene and a morbid fascination. Every moan and spanking shook her. "I can't resist this," he lamented, feeling a burning fire in his chest and heart hammering relentlessly. The heat in the room increased, covering her with a thin film of sweat.
Without opening his eyes, he bit his lower lip before continuing.
He removed the fine pants and began to caress himself above the fabric of the panties. With each caress, his determination grew. It was fully spread out in bed. He increased speed, rubbing his sex with rage.
Without opening his eyes, he bit his lower lip. "You shouldn't do this ...", he told himself, at the same time that he was removing the thin pants and began to caress himself above the fabric of the panties. With each caress, his determination grew. It was fully spread out in bed. He increased speed, rubbing his sex with rage.
You couldn't control it anymore.
— Go on, Sergi ... Go on, yeah ... Don't stop, mmm ... Fuck me, Sergi ... — Carolina shouted, drowning the last moan with the free hand while introducing two fingers again.
From the other side, the screaming increased again.
— Don't stop, keep fucking around. Stay as the slut you are. — And he heard another scourge again. For a second, he imagined that he had ordered her, going crazy with pleasure when feeling that humiliation.
The housewife was already moaning without any modesty, getting up to three fingers at a time. They disappeared and reappeared non-stop, splashing the sheets with their own flows that were thrown away. His back was drenched in sweat, and drops from his wet crotch slid down his thighs.
Her pussy screamed for something to fill with. She rubbed again at the same time that two fingers entered and left her, receiving an immeasurable discharge of pleasure.
— Ahh ... I cum, I cum ... I can't take it anymore ... — she sobbed, imagining that she was with the neighbor instead of her boyfriend. He wanted her to possess her, he wanted to feel her limb inside and make him enjoy like all those who had passed through that attic in the last week.
He was close to releasing all the accumulated tension inside him. Her breathing accelerated, unable to imagine that she was watching her standing, masturbating at the same time as her, increasing her desire to show her that she could achieve pleasure on her own.
He imagined that it was he who asked him to increase the rhythm, to play for him. With the free hand, she released her huge tits, massaging and intensifying the sensations that ran through her body.
And it exploded.
— AAaaahhhhh ... — screamed among gasps, reaching an intense orgasm that left her trembling. However, the pleasure was quickly replaced by a huge guilt.
She lay down, trying to process what happened while on the other side they continued. The mixture of satisfaction and remorse was disturbing. "¿What's wrong?" She knew that her feelings were complex, revealing a side of herself that she did not recognize. He could not, nor did he want to.
He got up and headed for the bathroom, letting the cold water clear his mind. He looked at himself in the mirror, seeing his reflection with tousled hair and red cheeks. Upon returning to the room, silence reigned. He lay down, trying to sleep, but he spent a long time hanging around, thinking about what happened. "This is not right, I have to talk to the neighbor and ask him to stop".
The weekend was normal with her boyfriend, although the nighttime noises continued. Complaining, he said he could sleep without problems and that he would get up well. Finally, Carolina decided: ” On Monday morning I will go talk to Mario; we have to find a solution now ”.
She knew that she had to face her hateful neighbor not only for her, but also for her boy.
On Monday morning, she woke up when her boyfriend was preparing to go to work.
— Be very careful, honey, and don't be too hard on the neighbor — said the man, with tight eyelids, worried about her.
She looked at him askance, had repeated a thousand times how much she hated this kind of attitude.
— I don't need you to explain how to handle this, Sergi. Don't mansplaining — she replied, crossing her arms over her chest.
The educator, without saying anything else, kissed him on the forehead and went to work.
He had breakfast, trying to plan how to deal with the situation. While preparing, she decided to put on her lucky pajamas, a purple one, her favorite. It made her feel with more energy and confidence to face the animal she had as a neighbor.
The purple pajamas had a simple but elegant design. It consisted of a short-sleeved shirt with white buttons and trim that contrasted with the vibrant purple color of the fabric. The shirt had a loose cut that fell gently on his torso, highlighting his figure in a subtle but effective way. He buttoned all the buttons except the one on the neck; I didn't want the neighbor to misunderstand anything.
The shorts, also purple, fit comfortably at his hips, enhancing them without tightening and being halfway up the thigh. The whole gave her a feeling of power and security, making her feel prepared to face any situation.
She looked in the mirror, took a deep breath, and said to herself that she could do it.
At nine o'clock she left her house, crossed the hall to the lawyer's door, and rang the bell, waiting for him to open the door. She was ready to face it and solve once and for all the problem that had plagued her for weeks.
It was not long in opening. Mario appeared at the door with disheveled hair, dressed only in a tight T-shirt and underpants. He looked like an imposing physicist.
— What happens this time, Carolina? — she asked with a smile that she found irritating.
— I am here to tell you that you have to stop with noise at night. — I looked at him with intensity, immersing myself in the blue eyes of the man. He passed the hair behind the ear without realizing it before continuing —. We can't sleep, and my boyfriend has to wake up early to work. This can no longer be tolerated — she said, raising her voice.
The neighbor raised an eyebrow, unconcerned about what he was telling him.
— I'm not doing anything illegal, girl. I'm just having fun at home. — And he gave it a top-down review before continuing —. At least today you haven't almost come in balls. Too bad — he said, leaning forward. He tilted his head a little and enlarged the smile that the woman hated so much, letting his white teeth shine.
— You're a fucking pig! — she exclaimed, completely red with anger. He rebuked him with his index finger on his chest before continuing —. ¡Let us sleep, you damn little boy!
To his surprise, he raised his hands as a sign of surrender, without losing his calm expression.
— You are right. But if you want to talk about this, we better do it inside. The staircase is not the right place to deal with these issues. — He made a gesture with his arm towards the interior of his attic —. Let's talk in depth inside my house better.
She hesitated as the pig looked her intently in the eye. I knew it was a terrible idea to go into that house, but I didn't want to be intimidated. He took a deep breath and, with determination, agreed to pass.
He guided her into the apartment, which was practically identical to the one she shared with her partner. As she walked ahead, she felt the man's gaze on her back, she was sure he was undressing her with his eyes, causing a chill of discomfort. The dirt of the place horrified her. There were clothes lying on the floor, dirty dishes in the kitchen, and a smell of sex that permeated the air.
Upon reaching the dining room, he saw a comfortable sofa and table, with a roll of paper and some empty beers from the night before. He shook his head in disgust. Before sitting down, he observed whitish spots on the sofa and preferred not to think about what they could be. Mario realized his discomfort and offered him something to drink.
— Do you want something to drink? — he asked, pointing towards the kitchen.
— No thanks. I've already had breakfast. Let's talk about the matter that I want to leave now of this place full of crap — he replied, in a firm and cutting voice.
The host looked at her with a mocking smile as he settled on one end of the sofa, looking in the direction of her.
— You know? It's funny that you complain about the noises. All last week I was listening to them coming from your apartment — he mentioned, without losing his cool.
She froze for a moment, but quickly regained her composure.
— We can do it too. You didn't stop, so ... — she replied, trying to sound safe.
— It's funny, because I met Sergi last Monday when he entered the building — he said, raising his eyebrows and laughing —. He said it was his night shift that week. So I was curious about what I had heard.
— I ... Mmm ... Not so ... Eh ... — stuttered the guest, pale.
— And how could I hear screams of "Sergi, fuck me" if your boyfriend was working? — asked, with a forceful tone and a look that penetrated her eyes.
The man fell closer to her, noticing how her cheeks warmed with shame. I did not know what to say. The situation had taken her completely by surprise and she felt exposed and ashamed.
— Nothing happens. You're right and I'm going to stop making noise at night. Especially if I bother your boy who has to get up early — he announced, leaving his big hand resting on the woman's knee.
— Really?
Mario leaned towards her, as if he didn't want anyone else to find out. Carolina was deeply inspired by what was to come, getting drunk with the powerful smell that the tenant gave off.
— We will make a deal — he stated, gently stroking her knee. He did not like the trust he was taking, but he was waiting for what he was going to propose —. Since I can't let off steam, you're going to help me every morning from the week to the vacation I have left. And don't worry, I won't tell him about the screaming you were hitting either.
You couldn't believe what you had just heard, you were crazy if you thought you were going to accept.
— This conversation is over. You're not going to blackmail me and treat me like I'm a hooker — she screamed, taking her hand off her knee and getting up.
— Caaaaalma, Carol. I'm not asking you to fuck — he said, running his tongue over his lips —. Today I just want to masturbate in front of you. I want to see you for at least fifteen minutes. You can be dressed, I will not touch you if you do not want to. Just relax. Once my vacation is over, the noises will run out. I promise.
The woman felt a chill run down her spine as the hairs on the nape of her neck stood on end. Worst of all, I was considering it.
— If I do, will everything end? — she asked, aware of the madness she was about to commit behind her boyfriend's back.
— Everything, if you come all week and do your part, of course — he replied, with a triumphant smile. He got up, took a chair from the table and placed it in front of the sofa —. Now sit in the chair — he said authoritatively.
The guest, surprised by the order, instinctively obeyed, feeling a knot in her stomach as she sat in the chair, wondering what she was getting into.
He put his eyes like plates when he saw Mario lower his underpants, revealing a penis in a black pudding state. As he masturbated slowly, the device gained centimeters and centimeters. It didn't take long for him to be pointing at the ceiling.
— Only fifteen minutes, and you can't touch me — she released, swallowing saliva by not taking her eyes off the neighbor's member. I watched what it was like; shape and size had nothing to do with her boyfriend's. This one was completely shaved and was bigger and fatter, with thick veins crossing the entire length, ending with generous scrotal bags —. You are a disgusting pig, did you know?
The adrenaline flowed through Carolina's body. It was crazy what was happening before his eyes, he felt a mixture of wonder and excitement as he looked him in the eye.
They were silent for a few minutes that became eternal, only the moans of the gorilla in front of him were heard. The room seemed smaller with each passing second, and the tension in the air became almost palpable.
— And what else am I? — whispered, his voice barely noticeable from the sofa.
— A macho, that's what you are — she asserted, her cheeks turned on and breathing agitatedly.
The lawyer enlarged the smile and made an obscene gesture with his tongue. The housewife kept her eyes and looked at him with hatred.
— Unbutton your shirt, I want to see those fat boobs you have — ordered.
— Don't you get tired of denigrating the woman? — she said, obeying the order and removing several buttons, without showing them entirely —. You disgust me.
— I told you everything, dammit. It is easy to understand. — He hit the sofa with his fist, raising his voice. Carolina took a break, surprised, and stripped off the garment above.
The feminist's tits were released, falling and bouncing with an impressive naturalness. They were large and venous, with at least E cup. The nipples were slightly pink in color, while the haloes, of the same tone, were dotted with small dots throughout their length. The skin on her breasts was smooth, with prominent veins marking below the surface, giving an appetizing appearance to anyone.
— I'll end up running into them. I assure you — he announced, increasing the rhythm of the straw and breathing fast.
It looked like his penis was going to explode at any moment. Carolina couldn't take her eyes off the pink glans, which had something she hadn't seen before: small, rounded bundles around the end, just before it became the trunk.
The man got up without warning, and feared he would try to cum on her. To his relief, under the circumstances, he tore off some paper from the scroll and ended up on it, releasing a large amount of sperm with fury, squeezing every last drop while not taking your eyes off her nipples, completely erect.
She was speechless contemplating the scene. A slightly bitter aroma enveloped her, mixing with the atmosphere of the attic.
— Tomorrow I'll wait for you at the same time, and come back in my pajamas, I really like to see you this natural — released him, outlining a malicious smile while not taking his eyes off her tits. Then, he leaned a little closer, letting his gaze meet hers —. I will enjoy you all week, I assure you.
And he winked at her, making a gesture with his hand to make her leave.
The emerald-eyed chestnut did not hesitate for a moment, fastened her shirt again and ran home without saying goodbye. He looked at the time when entering; It had only been thirty minutes since he was gone.
He leaned on the door of the hall, silently, his heart beating wildly, and frantically reviewing in his mind the consequences of that.
She lowered her head, taking a hand to her mouth, she was ecstatic. Noticing the discomfort in its lower parts, he introduced his hand to check the pajama pants and panties; they were completely soaked. Fluids slipped through his legs. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, the situation had gotten out of control.
It felt dirty and used, as if it had crossed a line that it should not have crossed. However, he also experienced a sense of triumph for getting him to promise to stop with the noises.
Despite her contempt for him, she couldn't deny the animal attraction that invaded her every time she looked at her stupid smile; she wasn't used to being confronted like that. She felt empowered and vulnerable at the same time, however contradictory it sounded.
The house suffocated her, feeling a strong tightness in her chest; I needed to get out of there.
So she switched and went outside, bathing in the rays of the sun, and inadvertently stood up in a feminist association where she had helped several times. He greeted the girls and offered them a hand; I just wanted to feel useful. Then they went out to eat and, thanks to the laughter, he forgot everything that happened in the morning.
Upon returning home, she met her boyfriend.
— Why didn't you tell me anything? I have eaten alone and was worried about you. You didn't pick up the phone — asked by the chubby man, very upset as well as worried about his partner's attitude.
— Don't control me, Sergi — snapped her, lowering her voice until she reached a calm, cold timbre like an iceberg. Seeing his partner's face, he relaxed the tone —. Sorry, it will have passed me since I have been helping in the association of some friends.
— Okay, you had me worried, Caro. — He squatted his head, sometimes his attitude — puzzled him. ¿Did you talk to Mario? — he asked, changing the subject and looking for answers in his eyes.
— Yes, I spoke to him. The cock asked me for forgiveness and said that it would not make more noise — he replied, ignoring the details of what happened and moving his hand to downplay the matter.
The educator nodded, proud of his girlfriend. Her chest was filled with pride as she was aware of how lucky she was to find her.
Nothing was heard that night and they were able to sleep in peace.
When she woke up, her boyfriend had already gone to work, so he ate breakfast calmly. This time it took him a while to head towards the attic across the street. When he stopped in front of the door, he had a lump in his throat. Gathering all his strength, he rang the bell, and the neighbor appeared instantly, as if he were already waiting for her.
He dressed the same as the day before and was leaning against the entrance.
— Wow, I thought you were going to crack — Mario greeted her, watching her from her considerable height.
— Let's finish this — she replied, pulling him out of his way with a blow of the hand and entering the dirty house.
As they walked into the dining room, the tenant could not help but comment.
— Today you came very pretty, although I would like to see you without pants.
The guest, keeping her composure, replied:
— You are going to have to put up with it. — He stopped, turned his head, and looked at him with disdain —. That is not part of the deal.
— We will see, girl, we will see…
Carolina tried to read his expression, but was unable to figure out what was hidden in those eyes, as cold as ice.
Upon reaching the dining room, Mario placed the chair closer to the sofa than the day before.
— Come on, sit down — he said, pointing at the chair with a gesture —. Today I want you to touch yourself too.
He opened his eyes wide, unable to believe what he had just heard.
— But that is not what we had talked about — she replied, totally out of place.
— I told you that yesterday I was just going to masturbate looking at you, not that I was going to do it every day. — He leaned towards her, bringing his mouth closer to his ear —. Touch for me while I hull it. — He retired slowly, enjoying the woman's discomfort —. You should have listened better, don't you think?
Drunk with the piercing smell of man, a chill ran through his entire body. He snorted with frustration and, for a second, thought about ending that stupid game. But pride and morbidness were superior to her and, despite surprise, she reluctantly accepted. He sat in the chair, still at a safe distance from where he was, his emerald eyes burned with a mixture of defiance and resignation.
— Okay, but you're not going to touch a hair, is that clear to you? — she saw, wrinkling her nose.
— No, if you don't want to, of course — answered, laughing with a challenging look —. Now do what I told you yesterday — he continued, pointing with his hand at the top of his pajamas.
She snapped her tongue, refusing with her head slowly. He slowly unbuttoned all the buttons on the shirt, releasing the huge udders and dropping them. He left the garment resting on the back of the chair.
He did the same with all his clothes, being naked on the sofa. Her penis was semi erect just from watching the scene, hard enough to masturbate slowly, enjoying such breasts.
— You are fatal, you need someone to help you — she exclaimed, spitting out the words and looking askance at the man.
As he stroked, he felt his body temperature rise. As the minutes passed, the glimpses became longer and longer. The oppressive atmosphere on the floor suffocated her, but instead of drowning her, that dense air ignited her even more.
— Your help would do me good, but I just asked you to rub a little — answered after a while, with the venous limb already swollen —. At the moment, I don't want anything else — he said in a low voice, biting his lower lip as his gaze ran through the woman's body, stopping at her breasts and slowly sliding down.
She felt a mixture of disgust and desire when she noticed the gesture, her nipples hardening against her will and the heat on her cheeks intensifying. The tension between them was palpable, an intoxicating combination of repulsion and attraction that kept her on the brink of the abyss.
— It seems that you are having a hard time, I can help you if you want — he commented again, with a lewd smile on his lips.
Carolina did not deign to respond. As the minutes passed, the breathing of both increased: she touching herself with rhythmic movements on her pants and he pounding her with parsimony, enjoying the excellent views.
— Look at me, I know you are wanting it.
Although he hesitated, he did, exchanging a burning gaze as her chest rose and fell. She felt more and more heat as her cheeks went from white to pink. I was sure: I was going to lose control.
He slightly spread his legs to rub more comfortably, watching in less and less trouble as the host masturbated.
"It's huge, what would it be like to have it inside?" She imagined, surprised by the lewdness of her thinking.
He increased the rhythm of his movements and unconsciously put a finger to his lips.
Without warning, Mario stopped, surprising the feminist.
— For today we are done.
— Already? — he asked, without believing it yet.
The man burst out laughing, taking one hand to his face and the other to his hairy chest, while his limb swayed at the same rate.
— I know you would like to stay, but a deal is a deal.
Her clear eyes had a malicious glow that hid something.
— You are an asshole — insulted him as he got up and dressed, playing dignified.
He returned home without saying goodbye, with considerable fever.
The pattern was repeated the next day, the same thing happening. Only with small changes: the chair was getting closer to the sofa, and this time he ordered him to take off his pants within five minutes of starting.
— You are an abusive pig — rebuked him, his voice choppy.
He took off his purple shorts, revealing slightly stained elastic panties in the middle area.
— Tell me something I don't know — he exclaimed, feeling victorious. — Although it seems that I am not the only one enjoying.
Far from feeling shame, the neighbor across the street bit her lip and accelerated the caresses. He increased the speed of the straw, moving his arm furiously as he watched the horny woman in front of him.
— That's because seeing this pigsty suffocates me, it's all dirty, lying in the middle, in addition to having the windows closed ... — The drops of sweat fell down his neck, —. Mmmm, it's very hot, you're going to kill me ... — he musited when cleaning his chest, feeling a spark of pleasure when touching in front of him.
And again, he did it again, stopping instantly.
— You can go, we have finished — he said, narrowing his eyes and smiling.
— Until tomorrow, pig — said goodbye, dressing quickly before going out the door.
Crossing the hall, he wondered why he did that. It was obvious that he was not right in the head, but he was not even trying to touch it or looking for anything.
For the rest of the day, he only had one thought; what would I ask next time. I was expectant.
The next morning, the woman said goodbye to her boyfriend with a kiss on her lips and finished breakfast. Before leaving, he groomed himself a little, leaving his chestnut mane loose, with waves and a special shine; he was halfway through the deal.
A bittersweet feeling filled her. As vexatious as the deal was, it was the most exciting thing that had happened to him in a long time. So this time, she decided to play Mario's game her way and went in bolder pajamas, ready to further ignite the tension between them.
The garment he chose this time was simple but overwhelmingly provocative. It consisted of a top of braces, shorts and a little surprise. A top of braces that fit his curves, hinting at more than he hid, and shorts that were so tight that they barely covered his buttocks, exposing its perfect shape. The fabric stretched with each movement, accentuating her hips and creating an irresistibly tempting image.
He left home, being aware of how dangerous the deal was becoming, it was no longer a confrontation between neighbors; they were a man and a woman playing the game of cat and mouse, where tension and desire became increasingly irresistible.
He stung at the door of the lawyer's apartment and received her shirtless, bare-chested.
— Wow! — whistled effusively when he saw her, making a gesture of approval — Come in, you already know the way — he said, devouring her with his eyes.
As she went ahead, she noticed how she looked at his ass. With a mischievous smile, he pulled up his pants a little, further marking his buttocks and teasing him. She was unrecognizable, letting desire guide her.
— Today you are beautiful.
Feeling flattered by the comment, she turned her torso towards him, giving him an enigmatic smile.
— Do you like what you see? — purred with a suggestive tone —. Maybe I'll give you a better view if you behave well. — Challenge sparks leaped into his eyes.
— I have a friend who would love to see him in depth — he pronounced, with desire, as the lump of his crotch increased.
Once in the living room, he could see how the chair was only half a meter from the sofa. She moved nervously around the filthy room.
— Shall we start? — he asked, bringing her the seat closer and inviting her to sit down.
He took off his clothes slowly, savoring every movement. He first slipped the top straps down his shoulders, letting him fall to the ground with a slow and provocative gesture. Then, he pulled down his pants, turning around and leaning deliberately slowly to show him his butt.
With a cheeky movement, he turned while lowering his pants, finally being left alone with a small white thong that barely covered what was necessary, letting small hairs escape from the sides. Each gesture was loaded with intention, seeking to provoke him to the maximum.
— You're going to burn, Carol ... — blew like a wild bull, sitting across from her.
It took little time to detach from the underpants, already showing off a considerable erection. He began to masturbate while entertaining and flattering the uninhibited Carolina.
They masturbated at the same time, delighting each other. She looked with total impunity at the tenant's apparatus.
— It's so grotesque ... — he musited in a dim voice, biting his lower lip.
The heat was unbearable, they were both sweating. Each breath became heavier and charged with sexual tension.
— Aren't you curious? — he asked, causing sparks to jump.
The movements were slow and rhythmic, as if they were possessed. The gender expert opened her legs a little more, causing him to lean forward.
After a minute of silent and tense timing, he ordered her with a crooked smile:
— Take it off.
There was fire in their eyes, a mixture of challenge and desire crossing between them. Sergi's girlfriend, feeling more and more attraction than revulsion, obeyed. He slipped the garment down his legs, throwing it at him when he finished.
The hairs were dark and dense, forming a thick, curly cape. Her lips, brown and wet, shone in the light, visibly swollen and partially hidden by the hair that covered the area.
— Do you like what you see? ¿Are you enjoying it? — she asked, feeling unleashed.
At each movement of his hand, the fluids slipped from his lips and fell on the chair, creating an intense contrast with the dark hair that surrounded his sex. The vision of her crotch, so naked and exposed, only increased the morbidity in the dining room.
He inserted two fingers with astonishing ease, increasing the rate of penetration. The splash generated by the fingers was hypnotic.
Mario couldn't take his eyes off her pussy, his gaze fixed on the show he offered her. Words and moans mixed in the air, increasingly intense.
— Much — responded, getting up and leaving the penis at the head of it —. ¿And you?
— No — she replied in a choppy way, trying to maintain a firm tone.
— You are a lying sow — she exclaimed, her voice full of contempt —. You just have to see how soaked you are leaving the chair.
The man's words made her increase the speed of her movements. The macho took a step, masturbating a few inches from her, his penis almost brushing her.
— What do you think you do? — she snapped at him, looking at his tail with a mixture of fear and excitement.
The stench was sour, permeating his nostrils. The atmosphere had become an intoxicating cocktail of pheromones and lust, enveloping and leaving her at the mercy of her darkest desires. His erection was so close that he could see how it throbbed, the veins drawing intricate shapes from the trunk. The forbidden attraction consumed her, and at that moment, everything she had known about control and decorum vanished.
— Come on, touch it, you're looking forward to it — Mario insisted, his voice a serious and seductive murmur —. No one has to know.
Everything stopped for an instant. The atmosphere was so stifling that they were both drenched in sweat. The blue-eyed brunette raised his eyebrows and made a face not to break a plate, pointing his head at the crotch. She took a deep breath one, two, and even three times, feeling her chest rise and fall, faster and faster.
— I hate you — mutated.
He shook his trembling hand, stroking his hard limb. It was red-hot like a red-hot iron. He felt the hardness of the trunk and the roughness of the glans when walking through it with the buds. He grabbed him harder, crushing the veins under his fingers and beginning to move his arm; I was jerking it off.
— I know — he replied, with impudence —. ¿May l? — he said, asking a rhetorical question.
Carolina nodded, staring away from what she was up to.
— They are huge — murmured with a low tone of voice, while massaging them.
His hands moved deftly, stroking and squeezing the meat. She pinched her nipples slightly, delighting in texture and firmness. Her fingers ran through each curve, noticing how her breasts didn't even fit completely in her hands.
— We are going to have a great time, I assure you — he added, with a perverse smile on his lips.
She gave a break at the most intense contact.
— Shut up, I don't want to hear you. And don't squeeze so ... mmm ... strong.
However, he increased the speed of the straw he was doing to him. The manipulator sighed with pleasure, bringing the hips closer to her lips.
— Try me, come on — said without hesitation, his voice impregnated with desire.
— I'm not going to make that slut — she replied, in a firm tone —. Ah ... Don't insist ..., I'm not going to do that — sighed heavily as the neighbor's hand glided between his legs.
— You will end up asking me — he replied, with an arrogant smile —. What a dirty pussy you have, with so much hair it hardly looks good.
— You're dreaming if you think that's going to happen, mmm ... go on ... oh, don't stop ... — he said, letting go of a contained moan as he felt his fingers enter it —. Mmm ... ah, you're going to drive me crazy…
Unable to hold on any longer, Mario took her to the sticky sofa. He left her leaning against the backrest, her huge collards bounced. He grabbed a condom that he had on the table, anticipating how everything would end, and with a single movement, he placed himself between his legs, being perfectly fitted. Carolina's legs were opened to receive him, her thighs trembling, anticipating what was going to happen. The huge guy settled in, his toughness brushing against Carolina's humidity, intensifying the connection and the urgency between them.
— I'm going to make you mine — reported it, while scrubbing the glans from the woman's vaginal lips —. Now you are going to be the one to scream and not the one to listen.
The neighbor's warm breath hit her in the face, too burning to reproach her for anything, she just opened her mouth, sighing. He loved that bastard's face from the first time he saw him, he gently walked his features, stopping at the dimple. He withdrew his hand and kissed it.
The attraction between them was animal, impossible to resist. Tongues collided and they bit their lips, desperate to have a little of each other. The sofa was stained again, but this time by the fluids that came out of it, mixing with the sweat of both bodies.
— You are a bastard, you know I have a boyfriend — he sobbed, writhing with pleasure and luring him towards her with his legs. — Put on at least one condom.
— I see how you remembered him this week — he said, sticking out his tongue to intertwine it with hers. It was incorporated to place the damn rubber, being about to explode due to thickness.
He began to advance, very slowly, aware that he could ruin everything if it hurt him. The most important thing was that he get used to it; later, he would make her his whore.
— You're going to kill me ... Uff ... — she screamed, as centimeters of meat were lodging inside her.
They were like this for minutes, enjoying themselves. Frolicking like hats on that fabric stained with similar experiences. It didn't take long to increase speed. You could only hear the sound of the bouncing furniture and Carolina's sobs, increasingly intense and desperate.
— I knew I was going to fuck you since I saw you — growled, among gasping sounds.
— Aaaah ... I cum ... I can't take it anymore ... Aaaah ... — answered, challenging him with his eyes and kissing him again.
His actions made no sense, but he was unable to stop. I was dissatisfied. I needed more. He squeezed the thighs to speed it up even more.
And she did, increased speed, taking her to a new stage of pleasure.
— Aaaaah, go on, go on!
The educator's girlfriend was squeezing harder and harder, digging her nails into the burly neighbor's back, scraping the man's skin with her pubic hair. He arched his body and threw his head back, releasing all the pleasure and tension accumulated in the last month.
— Get ready — Mario warned, sitting up and stepping back. The cipote — was crushed violently. I'm going to make you lost.
Still recovering, she saw him imposing in front of her. The man's lips trembled and his mouth was ajar.
She brought the manly limb closer to her dirty pussy and unloaded a huge amount of semen on her, staining the entire intimate area and part of the belly, snorting like a wild animal. The curly hair was sticky, shining in the light that entered.
They looked at each other magnetically for an instant that seemed eternal, broken only by his words:
— You can go now — he said nonchalantly, looking at her without any trace of emotion while cleaning herself with paper.
The woman's jaw fell. After everything that had happened, he threw her out like a vulgar harlot.
— It's amazing, you are a pig! — screamed, trembling with anger —. I don't want to know anything else about you in life, and the deal is over — he continued, while picking up his clothes with frantic movements.
Mario looked at her with a derogatory smile, completely indifferent to his anger.
— That's what you say now — he responded with pride, shrugging.
He returned home without even cleaning himself, thanking him for not meeting anyone at his plant.
He was in a bad mood the rest of the day, and his mood did not improve when night came. After dining together, Sergi offered to pick up the table, but when she went to leave the dishes in the kitchen, she saw dirty pans and ingredients spilled from the counter. The vision pissed her off much more.
— What the hell is this, Sergi? ¡See how you left the kitchen after making dinner! — he said, pointing to the pile of dirty dishes and the mess on the counter.
— Sorry, Expensive. I was tired after work and I thought I could scrub it later...
— That's what you always say! ¿Does it seem fair that I have to clean all this? — crossed his arms and looked at him sternly —. You always have an excuse, can't you be a little more considerate?
— Don't be mad, I'll clean it up now. I just wanted to get some rest after dinner.
— Rest! Sure, you rest while I take care of everything. It's amazing how you don't mind leaving me with all the work. ¿Have you realized how selfish you sound? — snapped at him, his voice charged with reproach.
Rooftoped and feeling terrible, he nodded and started cleaning the kitchen. However, the tension between them did not dissipate.
— Sleep in the dining room, I don't want to see you — communicated, turning and leaving the kitchen, leaving her boyfriend resigned and hurt.
The good-natured, feeling defeated and convinced that his girlfriend had treated him fatally lately, settled on the sofa in the dining room. While struggling to find a comfortable position, he couldn't help but think that he needed to find a job or a way to spend his free time to avoid more situations like this.
The week passed slowly. Sergi continued his shift tomorrow, because he owed a partner a favor and changed his shift. He woke up early every day, feeling the discomfort of constant discussions with his partner.
It came quickly on Friday, the last day the neighbor had a vacation. He got up with a sigh, rubbing his eyes, and went to the bathroom to clean up. The dark circles were deep, all because of the situation last month.
He went to the kitchen for breakfast. He made a quick coffee and some toasts, eating them in silence while thinking about the fight the night before. He put on the first thing he saw and prepared to go out.
Opening the door to the apartment, he paused for a moment, gently closing it behind him. He walked down the hall until he found himself in front of the neighbor's door. He stood there, motionless, not knowing exactly why he had stopped. Something was troubling him, but he wasn't sure what it was. Finally, after a few seconds of hesitation, he turned around and headed to work.
I worked in an emergency center. He had spent several hours caring for young people in difficult situations, listening to their stories, and providing emotional support. The atmosphere was calm for a summer Friday, and many of the urgent cases were already resolved.
Finally, his supervisor approached him and commented that he could leave, since the influx of cases was low and other colleagues could handle the situation.
— Sergi, you can go home if you want. Not much movement today and in the heat, the afternoon is likely to remain calm. Just stay available in case an emergency arises.
He appreciated the opportunity, as he normally returned at three and was told today at eleven.
On the way home, he called his girlfriend, but as usual, he did not answer; I would have it in silence.
On the landing, before entering his attic, the sounds were unmistakable. Sharp groans and deep gasps echoed through the walls, mixed with the rhythmic blow of colliding furniture. The intensity of the noises made it clear that the neighbor and someone else were doing it scandalously, without worrying about who might hear them.
“ So that's why I didn't listen to it at night ... ” deduced.
Upon entering the house, he was surprised not to find her. He supposed that he would have gone to help some center again, which seemed better to him because that way he entertained himself and did not give him the bar. When he entered the double room to put on more comfortable clothes, he realized that the scandal was considerable; the noise of the bed against the wall was deafening.
“ Wow, little Mario is riding ” imagined, dying of curiosity and morbid, he stuck his ear to the wall to listen more clearly. The voices arrived distorted, muffled by the thickness of the wall, making it difficult to recognize who was speaking. Despite the distortion, the sounds were unmistakable in nature.
Suddenly, a strong plass echoed through the wall, followed by a moan of pleasure.
— Yes, so — a female voice was heard, almost panting —. Follow.
Another stronger plass continued, this time accompanied by a longer moan.
— Do you like it? — Mario asked, with a lewd tone in his voice.
— Yes, yes ... mmm ... — replied the woman, her voice charged with desire —. Stronger.
A third plass resounded, even stronger than the previous ones, and Sergi felt a chill running through his spine.
The situation began to warm the voyeur, feeling his limb harden little by little.
I heard how the rhythm of the blows was increasing. Increasingly sharp and guttural; they fucked like animals in heat. The sound of the colliding bodies was increasingly powerful.
— Raise your hips more, I want to fuck you well — heard the man say.
— Aahh ... Get your finger out of there, it's a slut.
Unable to resist the morbidness that invaded him, he reached into his pants when he noticed how his penis was completely hard and began to jerk off slowly. They soon spoke again.
— Aahh ... go on, go on, stronger — the woman begged. Another Plass resonated. — Mmm ... you're going to kill me for pleasure, I can't take it anymore ... AAAHHH, MMM, AAAHHH — screamed, creating a series of unintelligible sounds.
Mario, with a smile of satisfaction in his voice, continued:
— Now it's your turn — said firmly —. Kneel down in front of me and tell me what you want.
Sergi listened with a fast heart and a mixture of disbelief and excitement, his imagination running wild, thinking of the girl kneeling between the neighbor's legs, sitting this on the edge of the bed.
— I want to suck it — the woman pleaded, her voice charged with desire.
— Good little whore — exclaimed, laughing —. You can't show up here every day to empty my eggs for the past two weeks and not say the words. You're going to get fed up with a tail.
The voyeur accelerated the straw, the excitement was increasing. Understanding the reason why he could sleep for a long time without any problem.
— Now stop hitting me in the face with it, it sucks — whispered, complaining about the stale stench that gave off the tail.
— It's the smell of your dirty pussy. I can see how you call yourself, who are you trying to fool?
A few moments later, the suction sounds and licks were thunderous.
— Mmm, go on ... You are the greatest slut I have ever met, so puritanical and defending ... You are the worst.
— Shut up — he said, before listening to the sound of drool and suction again.
— Mmm... You tell me to shut up, but the first thing you show me today when you enter is how shaved you left your pussy, mmm ... — spoke in a tone barely perceptible by Sergi.
— So you don't complain anymore…
— Perfect, go on. She wears her tits, yes ... That's how I like it, it fits perfectly, ah ... — The sounds became more obscene, flooding the room —. As you keep moving your tongue like this, I'm going to cum on them.
I didn't know what they were talking about, but it was close to ending. He had not been with his wife since she lost her job and never had a chance to touch herself at home. The morbid dominated him, and he decided to stay and listen a little more.
— Do it ... — murmured softly, his voice cracked.
— Ahh, yes ... — growled, releasing a thunderous moan as she imagined her voice running on her tits, her voice trembling with pleasure —. Open your mouth more, come on, ah…
After a tense silence, the woman complained again.
— You have put me lost, I even have in my face…
— The other times you didn't complain. Now clean my tail — ordered.
— Let's go to the bathroom better, this is very dirty.
— Sure, that's how I fill your pussy with milk again, like the other times. We still have all morning ahead — said Mario, followed by another plass
— It seems that you never get tired — she replied, while the echo of the voices became more and more distant, indicating that they were heading out of the room.
The affable man, after a melody worthy of any porn movie, could not take it anymore and ran over his hand. He was trying not to stain anything, because he did not want to anger Carolina. He went to the bathroom to clean himself and, when throwing in the wipe, he noticed the contents of the trash. It was full of curly hairs and a disposable blade. He imagined that they would be his girlfriend's, which was strange to him, since he had been saying for years that hair is natural and that it had to be normalized.
Without going over it, he went to the dining room to rest, trying to forget what he had just heard. He lay down on the sofa, but after a while a murmur came from the apartment across the street; the neighbor was having sex again. He was surprised by his vigor and the endurance of the girl, who continued with the same intensity.
Soon after, his phone rang. It was from work; an emergency had arisen and he had to return. A teenager had run away from home and was needed to help locate him and mediate the family situation. He prepared quickly and left, heading to the scene.
He returned home around four in the afternoon, tired but relieved that the emergency had been resolved. Upon entering, he found his girlfriend radiant and with everything ready. She smiled at him and greeted him with a kiss.
— Where were you this morning? I came home and saw her empty — she asked, out of curiosity.
— Ah, well ... I went to an association to help — he replied, raising his eyebrows first, and then crossing his arms —. I don't like you controlling me, that's macho of you.
— Sorry, it was not my intention, Caro — lamented the poor man, feeling guilty.
— By the way, when I left this morning, I met Mario. Your holidays are over, now you will only be in the afternoons — he commented, changing the subject.
— Ah, very good. I'm so glad you like him better, I knew he was a good guy, you just had a bad start.
— Yes, since I went to scold him he has behaved much better, I did not know that he could be so, um, considerate of women. I misjudged him.
— Well, although it's a shame, I don't think I'm going to agree much with him, it's my afternoon shift next week.
Carolina lamented, knowing she would miss him. However, he smiled mischievously and added:
— Maybe I'll help you with the boxes in the afternoon, you still have many.
— You are too good — answered with laughter.
She gave him back a wide smile and replied:
— I know.
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