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Thanks for all of the positive feedback on the first three installments! Sorry for the extremely long delay on this chapter, but I think I will be able to wrap the story up soon.
The Neighborhood Part IV
Rebecca stood in the entrance of the living room, her left hand resting lightly on the curve of her hip, her right clutching her Louis Vuitton bag. Her navy blue blazer was clasped at the middle, but her white silk blouse was mis-buttoned near the top as if she'd done it up in a hurry. Elliot noticed a red mark the inner calf of her left leg. The patent leather pump on her right foot was planted squarely in the puddle of jism that he'd left while watching Rebecca's sister having anal sex on their couch [see The Neighborhood part II].
"What is going on Elliot?" Rebecca demanded. He swallowed and began to stammer, wondering how much she'd seen. He nervously turned toward her, surreptitiously grasping the panties he'd stuffed into his waistband and hoping they weren't visible. "Why isn't the lawn mowed?"
"The mower is broken and Bradley didn't show up when he was supposed to." he replied anxiously. He hated the whine in his voice, knowing he should just tell his wife that it wasn't his job to mow the grass, that Bradley got reduced rent in exchange for maintenance around the house, that he'd had to take the day off of work to do it himself, that his accounting business is what kept the extravagant roof over their heads in the first place. Instead, he stood meekly waiting to see if she would accept his story. Rebecca smirked slightly and pulled at the bottom of her blazer to straighten it.
"Bradley was busy at work." Her eyes narrowed behind the slightly tinted lenses of her glasses. "What are you hiding from me Elliot? What are you fidgeting with behind your back?" she took a step forward and pulled Elliot's hand forward, which was still clutching Julia's moist panties. Rebecca took the cotton undergarment between her perfectly manicured fingers and brought it to her nose, inhaling. She looked at Elliot and then down at her shoe, which she now realized had a thin scum of semen on the toe.
"Sniffing my sister's panties again Elliot? Or did you fuck her this time?" He lowered his head, feeling his neck and face flush with shame. "No. You didn't fuck her because you aren't man enough, are you? Not when Bradley is around, at any rate. Let me guess - you sat in the kitchen playing with you pud while spying on my sister ramming herself on Bradley's big, hard cock. Is that about right?"
"Yes", he muttered weakly, hoping she wouldn't ask too many more questions. He squirmed with the fear of her finding out what else he had done instead of mowing the lawn, like spying on their neighbor Evelyn while she masturbated or swallowing a load of Bradley's cum himself.
"I bet you didn't even know where to look, did you? Don't act so surprised Elliot, do you think I don't notice when you try to peep down Julia's blouse or gape at Bradley when he walks around in his underwear?"
"Her asshole," he responded, to his own horror, "I watched his cock slamming into her tight little asshole, and when he came he shoved it into her mouth and blew his load all over her."
"And then?" his wife insisted quietly.
"Then he licked it off her tits and kissed her and they shared his cum back and forth." His own cock was stirring again. Rebecca seemed to be taking the whole thing very calmly. She stepped toward him and put her hand on his shoulder, pressing down forcefully until he fell to his knees.
"And then you blew your own load all over the floor and didn't have the decency to clean up after yourself." Her fingers clutched his hair and pushed his face against her pump. "Lick it up pervert. I know it's not even punishment, but don't worry, that's on its way." Elliot tongued the toe and sole of her pump, tasting his salty semen and after a few swipes it was clean. His wife began to walk toward the kitchen, and he followed, half crawling, half dragged by his thinning hair to the larger puddle of cum on the slate floor.
"Bad!" she hissed, pushing his face against the cold tile and slowly rubbing his nose through the puddle. "Clean it up, doggie, this floor should be spotless." Elliot's cock was achingly hard and straining against his gym shorts as he washed the floor clean with his tongue, lapping the remains of his splattered load. When he was finished, Rebecca pulled his head back and wiped her finger over his cheeks, collecting the remains and pushing it between his lips. He sucked her finger clean eagerly.
"Since you seem to be such an enthusiastic cum eater this afternoon," a wicked smile slowly crept over her full lips, "I have another job for you." She pulled him harshly by the hair, bending him over backwards until he was prostrate on the hard kitchen floor.
She stood over his head, heel on either side of his face so that he was gazing up her shapely legs to her now heaving breasts. She glared back imperiously and slowly lowered herself to her knees. The musk of her crotch was overwhelming, sweat and her juices and the tang of something else. Then he noticed that her panties were not only soaked but that they were leaking trails of slimy liquid.
"Do you want to know why Bradley wasn't here to help you?" She asked, and then her knees tightened around his head and he was lost in the smothering darkness between her plump, sticky thighs.
Bradley smirked lopsidedly at her after watching Matilda stumble down the hallway in a daze. Her sister's boyfriend was too bold by half, but Rebecca knew that he also had his reasons for being so confident. She could see one of the reasons swelling in his jeans as he leered after her young assistant.
"Lorenzo told me you tried to fire him for trying to get a bit of that sweet gash," he began. Rebecca knew that she couldn't let him get started or she would end up agreeing to something she might regret. She held up her hand to silence him.
"First," she said, "I didn't try to fire him, I did fire him. I own controlling interest in the landscaping business and I only allow Julia to run it out of family fidelity. Besides, my little sister is devoted to me, therefore, what I say goes." Strictly speaking, her husband Elliot owned controlling interest, but since she owned him, it amounted to the same thing. "Second, you will not speak about Matilda or any of the women working for my company as a 'gash', or you will find yourself in the same boat as Lorenzo." Bradley stepped back unconsciously, and Rebecca smiled to herself, and then closed the gap until his back brushed the vintage flocked wallpaper in the hallway.
She was only inches away from him now, and even though he was on the defensive, he had the gall to start looking down her shirt. She found his insolence irritating, but a new thought had occurred to her, and she could feel the buzzing in the pit of her stomach again. "Third, I didn't realize that Lorenzo was such a great gardener that he couldn't be replaced."
"Lorenzo is a mediocre gardener," Bradley replied slyly, "but Julia really wants to get on his cock and frankly, so do I." He was staring at her with open lust now. It was Rebecca's turn to step back nervously. She fought to control her breathing, but she could feel her chest heaving against her blazer. He stepped forward and she stood her ground until her breasts were pressing against the underside of the rock solid pectorals beneath Bradley's t-shirt. Almost against her will, her hand reached forward and cupped the bulge in his jeans.
"Come to the trailer at lunch time. Bring, Lorenzo, and maybe we can work something out. If you follow my lead, we might all get what we want." Her lips were dry and she forced her self not to lick them nervously, but instead to drag her tongue across them slowly, in a way that would leave no doubt in Bradley's mind what she was proposing. She felt a gratifying pulse in response.
"What about Julia," he breathed, his mind likely racing ahead to the afternoon, or possibly back to that time in the back seat of his Jeep. The time she knew she ought to regret.
"Now that I have discovered my assistant's hidden talents, I'm sure I can find a suitable diversion for my sweet sister," she smiled, giving his package another squeeze before turning on her heel and walking away. She could feel her sister's boyfriend's eyes on her swinging hips as she departed and she hoped she could make it to the trailer before the wetness trickling down her thighs became a torrent.
She ducked into her portable office without further incident and seated herself behind her desk, and began trying to address the long list of unopened email sitting in her inbox. Half an hour passed when her phone beeped with a text message. Absently checking it, she noticed Evelyn's phone number listed as the source. Her breath caught a bit as she opened the message.
"Missed u this morning. Hoped you would join," the words glowed in her palm. Of course, Evelyn meant jogging, nothing else. Rebecca's thumbs began to click the keypad on her Blackberry.
"Too warm / humid for jogging." She tapped, and then hit send. Seconds later her phone beeped again.
"Yes. Hot. Wet." Rebecca's pulse was racing again. Had Evelyn caught her spying? Had she known that Rebecca was watching her ride their neighbor in her living room that morning? More to the point had she planned to be 'caught'? She must have known that the ever-punctual Rebecca would be arriving mid-shag.
"Hope ur still coming. for dinner." This text had an attachment. Nervously she opened it to find a close up of Evelyn's face. Her lips were parted slightly, strands of her hair plastered to her forehead. In the upper left hand corner of the image Rebecca could barely make out the silhouette of a crouching figure in the hallway Evelyn. She could feel the juices leaking out of her panties onto the seat of her office chair.
"Wouldn't miss twice in one day." She typed and then pressed send before she could change her mind.
"Looking forward to eating. With u," came the reply. Rebecca closed her eyes and sat back in her padded chair, trying to calm down before she started squirting in the middle of her workplace for the second time that day.
What was coming over her? She hadn't acted like this in years, not since the early parts of her relationship with Elliot, or her school days. Whatever the reason, she felt amped up in a way that she knew was reckless, but the insistent buzzing in her gut kept her from caring.
She picked up her phone again and texted Matilda's number. In a few minutes her assistant appeared, clutching a binder full of fabric samples. Marshalling her self-control, Rebecca kept her hands palm down on the desk so as to prevent her from pulling her assistant's skirt off and diving into her panty-less crotch. She took a deep breath.
"I have a special task for you. I want you to take my sister with you to get the samples. Stop for lunch. Keep her distracted and away from here for a couple of hours at least," she instructed her young pupil. Matilda nodded earnestly. Rebecca reached into the bottom drawer on her desk, removing items she kept around for special occasions. Matilda's eyes widened as she gaped at the handcuffs and large black, silicone dildo. "If she seems to want to come back too soon, let these fall out of your purse. Once she gets a whiff of that sweet little quim of yours, I guarantee you won't be coming up for air for at least an hour." She fixed the girl with her sternest look. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Ma'am," Matilda whimpered and crammed the items into her small handbag. She was clearly trying to figure out how she had gone from a personal assistant to lesbian sex toy in the space of a few hours. Rebecca smiled, satisfied and excited by the afternoon's promise.
Ten minutes before the lunch break, Rebecca stood and went to the small window. She watched Julia and Matilda climb into Julia's 1968 Mustang, and heard the rumble of the engine as they pulled away to begin their errands. Her mind drifted to images of Matilda cuffed in the spacious backseat of Julia's muscle car, her sister's hands strumming the younger girl's nipples, her face buried in the tender folds of Matilda's pussy.
Rebecca's panties were plastered against her crotch from the morning of steady stimulation, and her pussy was on fire with anticipation as Bradley and Lorenzo appeared on the driveway and made their way towards the office. She quickly arranged herself on her desk, her strong legs crossed, the hem of her skirt inched up past mid-thigh.
When the two workmen entered, Lorenzo let out an appreciative whistle while Bradley turned and locked the door. The young gardener moved up to Rebecca right away, brazenly scoping the curves under her business suit. Rebecca smiled and put the three-inch heel of her pump against his crotch, stopping him in his tracks as Bradley moved in behind him.
"What's going on?" he questioned Bradley.
"Shut up and listen to the Lady Lorenzo, she's the boss." Bradley replied. Caught between Rebecca's heel and Bradley's well-muscled form, Lorenzo turned back to Rebecca.
"It takes two to tango, Lorenzo. Bradley has argued that since Matilda was also involved with your indiscretion and that she was able to keep her job, you ought to be offered the same terms." She smiled sweetly at him.
"Fuckin' right I should," he growled.
"In that case, you will agree to do what I say, without question or hesitation. Further, you will show proper respect to myself, Matilda, Julia, Bradley or any other person that works for this company."
"Yeah, yeah. Now Brad said we get some pussy here Boss Lady." He said taking a step forward. Rebecca sighed and to Bradley, who quickly grabbed the other man and held him with both arms locked behind his head.
"Respect, Lorenzo," Bradley said calmly as he pushed Lorenzo's face into Rebecca's crotch.
"That's right puto, taste the pussy that you're going to be worshipping everyday from now on," she hissed, already building to climax. Bradley continued to hold Lorenzo's head between her legs as he deftly unbuckled his belt und pulled open his jeans with his other hand.
She could see the outline of his already hard cock against the powder blue bikini briefs and the large wet spot at its tip, just as impressive as she remembered it. Pulling Lorenzo's head away from Rebecca, Bradley moved up and rubbed his crotch over his workmate's face.
"Respect this, too," he said, unreeling his erection and rubbing it over the other man's cheeks and mouth. Horror fought with desire in Lorenzo's features, until finally Bradley forced his cock head between his employee's lips and slowly pushed into his mouth. The gardener resisted at first, trying to pull away, but Rebecca was behind him, pushing with her considerable strength against the back of his head. She knelt behind him and reached around to unbutton his jeans and was rewarded with the feel of his warm meat pulsing to life.
As she snaked her hand into Lorenzo's boxers and began slowly teasing his balls and hardening shaft, Bradley began to pump his hips, slowly easing his length further into Lorenzo's mouth. Rebecca pulled the gardener's jeans and underwear down over his hips and quickly returned her hand to his thick, curving penis, sliding her fingers over the tip to collect his precum, then gripping the shaft in her fist. She could hear Lorenzo gagging as Bradley entered his throat and she bent forward, engulfing his stiff cock in her wet mouth. Looking up she could see Lorenzo giving in completely to his lust, his hands now on Bradley's hips, bobbing his head in time with the meat sliding between his lips. He was moaning and slurping as the saliva ran out of his mouth and she could feel his balls tightening in her hand. Somewhere in the background, she could hear her cell phone ringing, but she ignored it.
Backing off Lorenzo's dick, she said to Bradley, "Hold on stud, I still have plans for these big cocks, and I don't want you two ruining my fun." With that, she stood and pulled Lorenzo up with her, pushing him back onto the desk and climbing up after him. Her pussy was drooling through her panties and she reached back and slid the thong over her meaty asscheek, exposing her cunt. Without hesitation Bradley leaned over and swallowed Lorenzo's cock, laving it with his spit and then brushing it against Rebecca's open pussy. Slowly she sat back as Bradley fed Lorenzo's prick into her.
When she was down to the hilt, she began a leisurely rotation of her hips, grinding her pelvic bone against the young man beneath her, her clit thrumming with pleasure. Lorenzo gripped her right nipple between his callused hands and tweaked hard as he mashed his mouth against the left. At the same moment she felt Bradley's tongue gliding from the bottom of her pussy, up between her cheeks and over her rosy pucker. A second later the tip pushed into her sphincter and she could feel it wriggling inside her. She moaned and sealed her mouth over Lorenzo's, their tongues fencing in rhythm with Bradley's ministrations.
After a few minutes Bradley's vacated and he appeared at the head of the desk, his organ jutting in front of him at the same level as her and Lorenzo's entwined mouths. He slid his member between their heads and they each slavered over it until it was dripping. He disappeared behind them again and she felt the head of his cock nudging her backdoor. She tried to relax and push back, and soon she was rewarded with a second cock squeezing into her.
She could feel them rubbing against each other separated only by the thin wall of skin between her rectum and vagina. She let out a squeal of pain mixed with delight as Bradley slowly and steadily slipped into her. Rebecca felt desperately full, over flowing between the two muscled workmen who were now fucking her raw. Her nipple was caught between Lorenzo's teeth and Bradley gripped her fleshy hips as he began to thrust in earnest, nearly bottoming out on each stroke. Rebecca began to cum.
"OH ... FUCK...YESSSsssss!" she hissed, "Fuck my holes with your big fucking pricks! I'm your fucking whore! Fucking harder!" She felt her pussy tighten around Lorenzo's cock as she began to squirt. The velvet grip of her cunt was too much for him and he began to groan loudly as he jammed himself in deep. "Give me your juice, Lorenzo! I'm gonna make my husband eat your spunk out of my wet pussy, give me everything." He buried his face between her tits and she could feel his load spurting into her.
Bradley was close behind, pistoning more insistently, his right hand on her hip, his left clutching the back of her neck, forcing her face against the cool surface of her desk.
"Mmm, Baby, I'm gonna cum right up your tight little asshole, yeah, take it bitch," he growled. Rebecca was pushing back against him with each savage thrust.
"Fill me up, Bradley, I need your load. I bet you'd like to watch Elliot sucking your hot cum out of my asshole...mmm...maybe you'd like to see Julia do it too?" Bradley whimpered, then let loose with an explosive flurry of thrusts until he was buried deep in her ass with his seed pulsing into her. She could feel Lorenzo's cock stirring to life again inside her pussy. The friction from Bradley's cock rubbing against him and her lewd talk was getting him hot again.
She let out a satisfied sigh, sandwiched between these two young studs, a cock in both her holes. Bradley slowly pulled out of her and with a squelching pop deposited the last drops of his load on her rosebud. Lorenzo, meanwhile, was back to sucking her nipples.
Rebecca was toying with the idea of giving him another go when she noticed her cell phone flashing with a missed call. She languidly reached for it, not letting Lorenzo withdraw, milking him teasingly with her adept pussy. Bradley was pulling on his jeans and t-shirt as she read the text waiting for her.
It was from Matilda's mother, Mildred, saying she would be stopping by to pick her up for their lunch date in ten minutes. Checking the time it was sent against the display on her phone told her that her oldest friend would be arriving in the next minute or so. Frantically, she began to look around for her clothes, pushing Lorenzo's rough hands off her tits with irritation.
"Well, that was fun, but I have a lawn to mow," Bradley said from the doorway. He smiled at her attempts to pull her stretched panties back over her soaking crotch and extricate herself from her amorous employee. "I'll see you back at the house, maybe I'll give Elliot an appetizer of what he's got coming when you get home," he chuckled and disappeared into the parking lot.