Mi vecinita

Everything happened by chance. I'm a 31-year-old man, happily engaged. My wife is a beautiful, intelligent, caring, professional, and yes, also morbid and very passionate in bed. I say this so that no one thinks what happened with my neighbor was something sought, provoked, or needed. In fact, in the 8 years I've been living in this building, I've seen my neighbor grow up (now 23 years old) and turn into the foxy woman she is today. The thing is that there are moments when men think with their cock...

Through the window facing mine, I've been observing (without looking for it) how my neighbors' daughter changes clothes because she doesn't have many inhibitions about closing or lowering the curtain. I've also been listening to her, when her parents aren't home, getting on her boyfriend of the month and screwing him wildly without caring about the noise or screams that usually come with it. In short, a small slutty, only child, and spoiled.

As for everything else, I had never had any conflict with her (her name is Evangelina), and even less so with her parents, with whom I have a normal and cordial relationship as neighbors, to the point where they asked me to keep a set of keys to their house in case they're not present. They're around 60 years old and, recently retired, spend a lot of time traveling. They had Eva already older and deposited all their love and care into her. I always thought that the girl was adopted because she has absolutely nothing from them, neither physically nor otherwise. Sometimes I'd comment on it with my girlfriend. As for me, I'm also a serious and correct person in the neighborhood. In fact, the last few years I've been repeating as president of the community of neighbors.

It had been approximately 2 months since Eva had passed her driver's license test and her parents, always attentive to giving their daughter treats, had I bought a small luxury car (a mini) and they had rented a garage. Casualty was the adjacent plaza to mine, and that was the trigger for everything. From the beginning, not bothering with the maneuvers, the spoiled neighbor parks her car invading the line that separates our plazas, making it noticeably difficult for me to access my plaza.

That Friday I arrived very late from a 3-day work trip. The plane had come in with a lot of delay and I was tired and quite angry about the result of my trip. I had taken a taxi, but since I was carrying a suitcase, I entered the building through the garage not to climb the stairs at the entrance. Then I saw how my neighbor's slutty woman had just left her car somewhat stuck in my plaza, and she was heading towards the door that leads to the elevators. She seemed affected by drinking from her walk. She wore a loose linen dress the color of chickpeas and sandals. I hastened to catch up with her just as the elevator arrived, and yes, I was angry and perhaps wasn't very polite:

- Hey neighbor, park better or any day unintentionally I'll scratch your nice car.

- It's said hello, isn't it?... what a night, on top of this idiot threatening me

The lady not only dared to call me an idiot, but also corrected my behavior as if I were one of the rude kids with whom she usually goes out. This made me very angry. I don't know what went through my mind, but I reacted violently taking a large handful of her hair at the nape and putting her face against the elevator mirror:

- You sluts like you don't tell me how to behave, do you understand?

-Let go...

-I want you to see yourself well in the mirror... see? A drunk and capricious slut who isn't who to give lessons on neighborhood behavior - I said while keeping her face against the mirror-

-Peace out, you're a jerk... what do you think you are, that you don't realize- What are you spying on me through the window? If you're still looking at my tits...

On top of that, the foxy was contesting. With a threatening voice and whispering in her ear, I said:

- Ah, that's why your nipples have gotten like this, because you're a slut –it's true, despite her bra, her nipples were marking the fabric of her dress, as if the situation was exciting her so much she had to have it that way in the elevator-

- Let me go, or I'll call the police

- You won't call anyone, foxy, you'll just tell me you'll be a good girl and from now on you'll park well

I kept holding onto her hair, making her look at herself in the mirror, and she, ironically, put on a childlike voice and said I'll park well... and after a few seconds said so my neighbor the pervert won't rub against me with his car like he's rubbing against his cock now.

She didn't back down. It was a low blow. I promise I hadn't realized she was so close behind her, holding onto her, but I couldn't let her talk to me like that: The only perverted thing in this elevator is your pussy, foxy I said, putting my right hand under her dress (with my left still holding onto her hair). To my surprise, she wasn't wearing panties and her sex was completely shaved and smooth like a baby's bottom. As expected, very wet and hot. She couldn't help but let out a moan when she felt my hand uuujjmm she said.

This really turned me on and while dirty words were coming out of my mouth about how slutty it was to go without panties, my hand was massaging her sex with skill. I don't want to brag, but I've always been good at this. At a certain point, I started to feel her panting and moaning, not to mention the humidity that was coming out of her pussy was soaking my hand... I pulled it out and put it in front of her nose so she could taste how a foxy vixen smells. She launched herself at my hand with her mouth and tongue, sucking on my fingers with an unexpected eagerness for me... the situation had gotten out of control.

completely unexpected form! And we hadn't even pressed the elevator button to go up to our floor yet! I like it this way, pig... I knew you were like that, but don't worry, I'll give you what you've been asking for all these years My words heated her up like pouring gasoline on fire. Without eating or drinking, she was at my mercy and I, who had only experienced the feeling of domination in some sexual games with my wife, was about to burst under my pants, it had stopped going up and my head was sticking out over the belt. Against the wall, Evangelina was only whimpering. Apparently, her boyfriend for the moment had left her a bit unsatisfied that night. I pressed the button for the top floor, the tenth, and the elevator's start seemed to wake her up from her lethargy: - Where are we going? - That doesn't matter, foxy, open your legs well –I whispered menacingly in her ear- My neighbor opened them obediently and I put my entire hand almost flat on the irregular surface of her pubic area. It was wet and hot. Extremely soft as if I were applying cream. I put two fingers into the depth of her pussy and said good girls don't have their pussy totally shaved, only sluts who show it off do. I realized she had many desires for this slutty. Only because we live next door and the number of times I've seen her change without any care, exhibiting herself with small bikinis in the pool or listening to her fuck when her parents aren't home. We arrived at the top floor of the building, and taking her by the upper part of her arm, I dragged her up the stairs to the last landing where the rooftop door and the elevator room are come on, foxy, no complaints. Once there, I took out my cock that was already hurting from being in my pants. Pushing her down, I got her to kneel before me, almost looking up at the sky. She was half resisting, half looking at me with lasciviousness. I knew exactly what I had to do. It seemed like she wanted to show off by licking my cock and tracing it with her tongue all the way up to my balls, but I was already unleashed in my dominant role as master. Once again, taking hold of her hair, I forced her to take me deep into her mouth.

She almost choked and noticed tears welling up in her eyes. I didn't yield; it was edifying to see her make genuine efforts to swallow as much as possible. Even when I submit my wife during our games, I've never been so tyrannical. There she was, a 23-year-old girl, eight years younger than me, completely submissive to my most obscene desires. I released her hair and stopped forcing her. Automatically, she turned her gaze towards me, pulled out the cock from her mouth just long enough to smile at me, and then put it back in the warmth of her lips, moving her head forward and backward with pleasure.

An idea came to mind, and I took my cell phone out of my pocket and started recording the show. Who knows if I'll ever find myself in another situation like this again... besides, I was interested in leaving proof that everything I did was by her own free will. I didn't trust her, although at that moment she was sucking me off with enormous anxiety... uff, what a pig.

At one point, she looked up at me and, seeing me record, opened her eyes wide and moved away from my cock don't record... delete this! I put the cock back in her mouth: I'm telling you what to do. Do you have any complaints? She was moving her head slightly, saying no. And judging by the way she was doing her job, she shouldn't have had any complaints.

- For a little while, Promiscuous, I'm going to cum and I still don't know what I'll do to you

With the little blood that was left in my brain, since almost all of it was in my cock about to burst, I could still think a bit. I decided not to cum there. She read my mind without me saying anything and, seeing me hesitate, said:

- Please, let's go to my house where no one is and you can cum well on my parents –I loved your tone, almost begging-

- I'm the one who says what happens here, and you haven't earned the right to have my fat cock in your dirty slit…

- Please –she begged-

- Besides, you need to eat because you're a little flabby–I said while putting my cock back in her mouth–

- GGGFFFFFFF –all she could answer was–

She went back to her activity with renewed spirits and I enjoyed watching. It was precious. With her hair disheveled and a privileged view of her tits from above, I couldn't believe my luck. She must have thought she was going to leave without getting off for the second time that night and discreetly brought one of her hands between her legs, starting to rub her pussy with some intensity. Before stopping her, I recorded another few seconds of video with my phone.

- Who gave you permission to touch yourself? Promiscuous

- Please –she got out in a tenth of a second before I brusquely put my cock back in her mouth, making her gag–

- Not today, Eva. You haven't behaved well. You've had to be forced despite being hot like a slut in heat. But you'll still savor your owner's semen.

By that time, I had completely gotten into my theatrical role as my neighbor's master. I was literally fucking her mouth. She, submissive and obedient, kept the type waiting for me to finish inside her mouth. I was still holding onto her hair like she was a booty.

- Now I want you not to lose a single drop. This liquid is precious to you –understood?

- Mmmmmmm –she accepted with her head–

In the first one, I filled her whole mouth and had to help herself with her finger to catch what was falling down her chin. When I saw it, I took my cock out and rubbed it all over her slutty face and clothes, making sure there were splatters on her hair and dress.

I made her take one last photo like that, put my cock back in my pants, and turned around to go back to the elevator leaving her kneeling and abandoned. The way she looked at me, a mix of hatred, admiration, and desire, gave me a sense of triumph.

When I got to the elevator, I had already regretted what I had done. To start with, I had been lucky that it was so late at night and no neighbor had arrived because there, in the elevator, my suitcase was abandoned. I pressed button 6 and, putting on some clothes in front of the mirror, arrived at my house trying to make as little noise as possible. Of course, I didn't tell my girlfriend about what had happened. They were asleep. I took a quick shower and went to bed.

The following days still had a certain sense of guilt and I tried to avoid running into my neighbor. She, on the other hand, was still showing off more in her window but I had decided not to pay any attention to her and let the matter fade away. Even my girlfriend said one day that it wasn't normal for the girl next door and didn't know how to tell her mother. Don't get involved in this, it'll probably make them feel bad, I said, pretending to be distracted.

Time went by and the situation normalized. But I couldn't get my neighbor out of my head. Especially when summer began and they opened the pool. The girl was impressively good-looking, and I noticed she had a funny and ironic look at me. She enjoyed teasing me and sometimes, while I was in the water, I'd feel a hand or touch on my back from someone swimming next to me. As soon as I looked up, I realized it was her. I also noticed that whenever I looked at her group, she would put on her bikini, leaving me with the contrast between her tanned skin and her pale skin without a tan. That really got me going. What a slut.

One night when I had left my wife to watch football with friends, I was driving out of the garage in my car and turning the corner at the first street when there she was, wearing a dress, heels, and a purse in one hand. Provocations. I stopped next to her.

- Get in the car–I said aggressively–

- Ah well, my favorite neighbor –she said laughing while getting into the car and showing her legs–

I didn't respond.

- Did you miss me?

She said provocatively. But I kept silent and put on a serious face. It was my role to play. I drove towards a nearby small forest without exchanging words until I stopped and said:

- Open your legs... Do you have underwear on today, foxy?

She obeyed, looking at me laughing as if saying check it out yourself.

- Lift up your skirt

I was making her a bit nervous. She knew something was wrong from my look.

- You do have underwear

- Sorry –she said following her role, and made a move to take them off but I stopped her brusquely, almost scaring her–

- Bitches like you should go without underwear... like the other day... in case someone wants to fuck you hard. Come on, do what you know how to do, suck it.

- But you have to make me yours… –I was setting conditions, but I couldn't admit it–

- Shut up! ... make me yours is that the language you use now? How polite... considering you're going to be a slut...

All my representation consisted of using humiliating expressions. She also went along with it. It was our game and her submissive attitude was also an act. She got very hot with her. The harder my language, the more I noticed her excitement. I told her to take off her bra. I wanted to enjoy her tits. She obeyed immediately. She was proud of her tits and you could tell.

- You do your job... you're soaked, foxy –I said while rubbing her pussy through her underwear–

- Put your fingers in

- No, I can't... my thong won't let you

- Please! Please, please, please...

- Start sucking it, slut, because you're making me angry... I said while pushing her head with my left hand and giving her some slaps on the butt with my right hand... right. Me encantaba ver cómo se ponía con este tratamiento. Her nipples were hard as rocks. They were popping out on top of the loose push-up bra. She had come out super sexy, and now she was already disheveled and excited.

Let her do it like a real pro. It was clear she enjoyed it. I was in heaven. The dream of every thirty-year-old man: that the 23-year-old daughter of our neighbors would fervently suck my cock from top to bottom on the seat of my car. Eva kept going. She passed her tongue over the entire shaft, stopping at the tip and frenulum and then back down again. When I was about to come, she'd take my hair in her hand and direct her lips to my balls. My girlfriend never does it like that, but I had an expert in my power.

Her image was precious. Her mini skirt up around her waist. Her tits popping out of the neckline. A stain of moisture on the central part of her black thong that I could see from my position... brutal. I didn't want to wait any longer and the next time I was about to come, I just held her head against my cock because I wanted it in the warmth of her mouth and with the softness of her saliva. She swallowed it all. Then, without me saying a word, she passed her tongue smoothly over all my masculinity so everything would be nice and clean. On her knees on the passenger seat, with her tits hanging down from my perspective, she looked at me proudly and amused.

- You did it very well, Evita.
- Thanks, haha. I'd be excellent at this.
- Haha, word will get out and you'll have to suck them all off, the professors.
- Who told you I haven't done it? Hahahaha... It's a joke but some wouldn't mind.
- You're a slut! Eva... your parents think they have a princess living with them and what they really have is a slut who sucks her neighbor's cock.
- Grrr, what a son of a slut. I don't know why you make me so hot...
- Why do I send you things?? because I treat you like a slut ??

- That's it –said while bringing my hand impudently to my crotch to check how it was going-

That gave me an idea. I was getting hot again, but I didn't want to fuck her.

- Eva

- What?

- No one's gonna fuck you're punished for wearing underwear.

- Joooo didn't know you were going to kidnap me haha

- But you're being very good and I want you to make yourself a masturbation for me…

- Ummmmmm… –made like she was thinking with a diabolical smile- Okay, just one!

- With the thong on!

I turned her over onto her back with her head resting on my thigh, her legs open, and lit up the car's interior light to see her well. We were in a secluded spot next to a grove. She started purring like a kitten, bringing both hands to her sex and inserting them through the sides of her thong. I began caressing the skin of her abdomen. Soft soft... I could feel her trembling, breathing... So soon as I spoke softly to her, like telling her she was a slutty vixen in the hands of her male alpha.

To be honest, it was that second violent attitude that got her hotter. Her moans were unmistakable. So I pulled out all my arsenal of insults and dirty fantasies about what I was going to do when she behaved like my particular slut.

My fingers ran along her mouth, inside and outside, the base of her ears or pulled her hair, making her keep her head slightly tilted as if she were submissive. However, what got her hottest was my work on her nipples. So soon as I caressed her areolas softly or ran my hand over her tits, like pulling her nipples, hard as rocks, or squishing and twisting them. When her continuous moans turned into complaints, I relaxed the pressure of my fingers, increasing the verbal pressure:

- Does it hurt? slut

- ummmmm

- Since te jodes… that happens to you for putting yourself in the hands of a hot neighbor
ummmmmmm – my fingers in his mouth didn't let her answer –
And I'm not done with you, it doesn't matter if you have a boyfriend, but know that you're my slut and I'll use you when I feel like it.
Síiii Por favooooor – she was whispering and moaning –
Now I want you to finish yourself off like the slutty pervert you are…
Síiii… keep touching my breasts
Pídelo por favor
Por favor – she put on a little girl's voice there –
I was completely surrendered and had brought out a real tyrant from me. Obviously it was a game, but I myself was surprised by my behavior. I pressed hard on her erect nipples to release some pressure and twist them. Then I applied his own saliva and caressed them, letting them slide between my fingers.

– I'm done, son of a bitch!
Vamos slut…
Aaahhhhhhh… ….. aaaaahhhhhhhhh son of a bitch!…. Ummmmmmmmmmm…. Síiiiiiii… síiiiiiiiiiiiiii….
The show was precious. I was completely excited again. Eva had closed her legs completely over her hands and her body was contracting in spasms. She was biting her teeth and then opening her mouth as if searching for oxygen. The car was completely fogged up. The aroma of sex permeated everything. I no longer pulled her hair, only caressed her forehead gently. It's true that at that intimate moment I had taken a liking to her.

When it ended she remained recovering in the fetal position. I told her to turn towards me and took her in my arms. Now all I could do was hug her gently. I thought that deep down I'm a softie, now I was worried about everything that had happened. Eva regained her playful attitude. Women are much more open to everything. She told me it had been the best orgasm of her life and without fuck. And giving me a loving kiss on the cheek, all thanks to the neighbor. where I had left my boyfriend. Before getting out, I said:

- Next time if you want something with me, I hope you'll come without underwear
- Jaja bad guy!!, you're perverting me
- And with tacos
- I'm wearing tacos today
- That's why you took your dose jaja
- What a sexy neighbor! jajaja

Rolling down the windows of the car completely, I took a detour to ventilate the auto before going with my friends. The soccer game was ending. I had to invent a weird excuse.

Things haven't ended with Eva yet. She's upset that I'm not screwing her and my mind is filled with a thousand ideas about it. I hope I can tell you soon. In the next chapter.

I hope you liked it. I hope for votes and comments.

I leave Evangelina's photos