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The Neighborhood Part V
Rebecca, daintily dabbed the linen napkin at the corner of her mouth, took another sip of Chardonnay and pressed her thighs together. She could feel the spunk seeping out of the silk panties she was wearing and hoped she could make it through lunch without getting a huge wet spot on her dark blue skirt. The panties cut into her hips slightly, adding the discomfort of too small undergarments to the undeniable thrill of knowing that the panties that were barely containing her pussy full of jism weren't hers, but instead belonged to the daughter of the woman who sat opposite her.
Rebecca had barely been able to grab the panties from her purse and pull them on over her shapely thighs and plush hips before Mildred had arrived at her office. She had confiscated them from Matilda, Mildred's daughter, earlier that morning as a prelude to blackmailing her young assistant into some very hot, if reluctant, pussy eating. Mildred had arrived just as Lorenzo finished dressing and made to leave. Mildred had given Rebecca a knowing smirk, but witheld comment.
She had been accompanied by her boss, Herb Miller, the owner of the real estate firm that Mildred worked for, as well as several holding and development companies. He was, as far as Rebecca knew, the wealthiest man in Milton Vale. This by itself was enough to pique her interest, but the scheme he was now elaborating from across the table was making her positively giddy. On offer was a contract to design the interior of a model suite for a new condominium that he was building in Station City, the urban center for which the small hamlet of Milton Vale was a suburb and bedroom community. The day had certaily delivered several delicious surprises.
"Well, what do you think, Ms. Brunelle?" She shook her head and realized that she had been staring at the large diamond on his pinky ring. Smiling shyly, she looked at him through her long dark lashes and subtly pressed her elbows to her ribs, causing her clevage to bulge slightly against her white blouse.
"Mrs. Brunelle, Mister Miller. I'm a married woman after all." She could feel the slickness on her inner thighs as her pussy began to add its moisture to the loads in her two orifices. Miller cleared his thoat and squirmed slightly in his seat. Mildred arched an eyebrow at her and smirked again as her right hand dropped surreptitiously beneath the table. Rebecca smiled to herself, knowing that Mildred understood her intentions perfectly. She was about to enact a ploy that the two of them had developed in their days as college roommates.
"I assume," she continued in a firmer voice, "that what you are asking is if I will tender a bid for this contract and that you have another company lined up to do the actual work? That is, you want my bid to undercut this other company, I'm assuming Kingston and Sons, since that is who you have worked with for the last five projects, to drive their bid down."
Miller pursed his lips, Mildred's arm was moving slightly back and forth. Rebecca could imagine the man's member slowly swelling in his fine silk slacks under her friend's sure touch. Miller's eyes narrowed slightly and nodded.
"Something like that. I must say Mrs. Brunelle, you are very astute. I assume you have a counter offer?" He was controlling himself very well, she thought. But then, this was no college boy she was dealing with, or even a horny old professor. She knew his reputation as both a ruthless businessman and a womanizer. It wouldn't be easy to use his cock against him since he could get as much action as he could handle with very little effort. She would have to play this carefully.
Judging from Mildred's actions, she thought there was a chance of coming out ahead, but she had to decide which angle to work. Her day had been going so perfectly, she felt invincible, like anything could be achieved. She grinned to herself at what she'd already pulled off today and rolled the dice again.
"Let's just say that I have no intention of going to the trouble of tendering a bid if there is no hope of getting the contract," she brought her wine to her lips and realized the crystal glass was empty. Miller was watching her intently. Mildred looked on with interest, enjoying the contest that was about to unfold.
"Do you like women, Mr. Miller?" she asked.
"Sorry, what?" he stammered.
"Women. Girls. Do you like to fuck them?" she asked again impatiently.
"I don't see what that has to do with É" he cut off with a sharp intake of breath as Mildred deftly unzipped his slacks and reached into his underpants.
"I like to fuck girls," she continued, "I've fucked the hot pussy sitting next to you more times than I can count. I love the way it tastes, I love pushing my fist into it and listening to her squeal for more. I like to fuck men too. Right now, as we sit here in this restaurant, I have two huge loads dripping in my panties." She leaned across the table "One from my pussy and the other from my ass, " she whispered quite audibly as the waitress arrived to offer dessert.
Miller gurgled as Mildred began stroking him. The waitress blushed, a deep pink spreading from the exposed top of her generous clevage right to the top of her pretty blonde head. Rebecca smiled at her demurely, then let her eyes roam over the rounded curves and back to her face, causing the young woman to blush even more deeply. She turned away from the waitress and back to Miller, then carefully placed the three inch heel of her pump against his exposed balls. Mildred beamed at her, gripping the man's cock, now in full view of the waitress who stood rooted at the edge of the table.
"What I don't like is someone trying to fuck me. Now, I am going home to make my husband clean the spunk out of my crotch with his worthless tongue," she heard a whimper but couldn't tell if it came from Miller or the waitress. "If you want to get serious and put something real on the table, you may make an appointment with my assistant for Monday. I suggest you take the intervening days to consider what you might have to gain from working with my firm. I trust you will make the correct decision."
Rebecca stood abruptly and produced a business card from her clutch purse. Leaning in close to the waitress she slowly slipped it into the gap between the woman's full breasts. The woman's eyes were locked on hers and she nodded slightly, mouth agape. Rebecca winked at Mildred who was working Miller's thick shaft up and down, then turned on her heel and walked out of the restaurant as casually as she could manage.
She collapsed into the leather seat of her BMW after the valet brought it around, trying to catch her breath. She hoped her performance had its intended effect and that Herb Miller would be contacting her with favorable terms for a contract on Monday morning. She knew that later that morning he would be expecting her to ride his cock, but she would cross that bridge when she came to it. Smiling with the thrill of the risks taken and rewarded so far, she gunned the high performance engine and headed home.
Elliot could feel the last few scrapes of the razor pass over his asshole. He was face down on the duvet, his knees up under his chest and his hands gripping the edge of the king size bed. He could feel Rebecca sliding her hands over his newly shaved thighs and buttocks and his cock pulsed in response. He moaned into the down filled fabric as a greasy liquid trickled down his ass crack and Rebecca's strong fingers rubbed it languidly over his anus and down to his testicles which were tucked back between his legs.
He whimpered again as her first finger pushed at his backdoor at the same moment as her lips closed moistly over the flare that capped his rigid manhood. His wife's finger slid slowly in and out of his pucker as she swirled her tongue over his knob. He was thankful for his encounters earlier that day which had left him far less sensitive than normal, he wanted this to last forever. Rebecca slid a second finger into him then gently adjusted the leather ring seated around his balls.
"You're nice and hard now lover," she whispered throatily, "you like my fingers in your ass, don't you?" He moaned wordlessly in response. "Maybe you can get a nice, big cock up there tonight," she continued "Bradley is out with Julia, but I bet Bill's got a nice fat one. Evelyn told me that fucking him is like having a beer can shoved in her twat. Maybe after you watch him fuck me, he'll take a shot at your tight little boy pussy. Would you like that? It's been a long time since we shared a cock, lover."
Elliot could feel his orgasm building. He'd been hard again part way through licking Rebecca's clean from her morning tryst with Bradley and Lorenzo. She had described her indiscretions in minute detail, starting with watching Evelyn fuck their neighbor, her seduction of her best friend's daughter, sexting with Evelyn and culminating in getting double teamed on her office desk by her sister's boyfriend and another employee. By the time he'd slurped the last of Bradley's load from her asshole he was hard as teenager at his first strip club. By the time he'd confessed to his own list of petty crimes Ð jerking off while watching Evelyn masturbate, sucking Bradley and swallowing his load, spying on Bradley and Julia having anal sex on the livingroom couch, stealing Julia's wet panties Ð they were both near the peak of arousal.
They were supposed to be at Evelyn and Bill Stevenson's house for dinner in a half hour. Elliot's legs and chest were bare of body hair and his cock and balls glistened with lube. Rebecca popped her fingers out of his ass and he could feel her sliding cotton underwear up over his ankles and calves. Pulling them up over his hips, she motioned for him to stand in front of the full-length mirror.
His penis was leaking a stream of pre-cum as he gazed at the slight, hairless body in his reflection. His proudly erect cock pushed out of the waistband of his sister-in-law's pink cotton panties, the thong riding on his hips, pulled taut between the cheeks of his ass and barely containing his swelling balls. Rebecca handed him his tan linen slacks and he pulled them over his dainty undergarments. His tenting erection was plainly visible.
"That will be a nice little gift for Bill and Ev," Rebecca cupped is groin and re-adjusted his cock so it slipped behind the fabric of his panties. As he buttoned his crisp blue shirt, Rebecca pulled on a short dark blue summer skirt and a top that tied behind her neck, leaving her arms and shoulders bare. The plunging neckline and open back made wearing a bra impossible and Elliot could imagine the effect that his wife's lush body would have on their hosts. Her large, full breasts strained and jiggled behind the cream cotton and practically bulged out the sides. She finished off her outfit with a dark blue silk and lace g-string which barely covered her neatly trimmed bush, and sandals with a slight heel that made her loom over his five feet eight inches.
Elliot rang the Stevenson's bell at precisely five o'clock. A few seconds passed and the door opened to reveal Evelyn, wearing a teal silk blouse over a matcing lace-trimmed camisole and a light cotton, broomstick skirt that trailed to her sandal shod feet. Elliot licked his dry lips and tried not to imagine her plump toes in his mouth. The bulge in his pants threatened to burst.
His wife and his hostess embraced warmly and he noticed Evelyn's right hand discreetly brushing against the side of Rebecca's left breast as they disengaged. She turned to him and he awkwardly moved into her open arms, willing himself not to grab her ass. He had no illusions about hiding the throbbing erection in his pants, but also felt the rock hard nubs of Evelyn's nipples grinding into his chest as she welcomed him. Rebecca smiled at him and waggled her eyebrows at Evelyn's wide, swaying hips as they followed their neighbor through the house to the patio.
As they stepped onto the deck of the large pool, Bill emerged from the water. His hulking shoulders and arms framed his wide, furry pectorals. His pleasantly rounded belly spilled over tight black speedos. Elliot heard Rebecca's sharp intake of breath and realized his own mouth was hanging open. The bulge in Bill's swimming trunks suggested that he was only semi-hard, but mouth-wateringly long and thick. Pulling himself onto the deck of the pool, Bill stood before them, his muscled legs flexing slightly as he casually grabbed the towel draped over the back of the deck chair.
"I'm just going to take a quick shower," he stated, taking in Rebecca's revealing outfit with a smirk and striding into the house. Evelyn brought them glasses of white wine and sat beside Elliot while they chatted. Rebecca seemed distracted and Elliot was unsurprised when, after five minutes she excused herself to visit the powder room.
His thoughts followed her down the hall to the bathroom where Bill was showering; he could see in his mind's eye his wife kneeling on the wet bathmat and slowly easing the big man's wide cockhead between her lips while her hands struggled to wrap around the base, her dark eyes pleading with him to fuck her mouth, the promise of more pleasure to come.
Elliot was jolted out of his reverie when Evelyn's hand came to rest on his lap. He was suddenly keenly aware of his achingly hard member and the spicy scent of his neighbor's perfume. She was standing over him, the tops of her tanned breasts spilling out of her camisole, her curly auburn hair pulled back loosely in a ponytail.
"I said, can I get you another drink?" He realized that she was repeating an unheard question.
"I can help you" he stammered, following her through the french doors to the kitchen.
As she was refilling their glasses she looked directly at him and asked "How do you like the view from your attic? Is it as good as from the front door?" Her lips curved into a devilish smile.
Elliot just about choked. Not only had she caught him this morning about to play with himself after watching a couple down the street making out in their driveway, she now seemed to be saying that she knew he had spied on her fucking herself with a cucumber in her kitchen. He slowly followed her gaze to the window of his office in the attic and had the sickening realization that she could see him as well as he could see her.
Evelyn pressed herself against him. Gently taking his hand and pulling up her skirt, she placed his cupped fingers against her silk panties and ground her hips a couple of times. It was obvious she was wet already.
"I thought it was really hot when you sprayed on the window," she whispered as she guided his hand under the waistband and down over her damp labia. "I couldn't believe it when you went down on that stud. I didn't know you were a dirty little cocksucker." Her tongue was in his ear and he slipped a third finger into her slick cooze. His other hand slid under her camisole and began to knead her breast, tweaking her nipple as her grinding became more urgent. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun with you two tonight. Bill came home from his trip randy as hell and I bet his fat cock is in your wife's slut mouth right now," she gasped, nearing her climax.
Elliot was now finger-fucking his hostess as fast and hard as he could, on the edge of his own orgasm, but holding back desperately. Vaguely, he thought he heard deep, moaning, grunts coming from another part of the house but was completely focused on the middle aged woman gyrating on his hand. He realized that the spice of her perfume was the smell of her wet pussy as it permeated the kitchen along with her gasps.
"Are you going to watch your wife lick my wet cunt? Do you want to put your hard cock in me while I do her like you're doing me right now? Maybe you want to suck on Billy's big, fat cock too?" She trailed off with a series of yelps and Elliot could feel the walls of her vagina tighten on his hand. She buried her face in his neck and let out a muffled scream as she shuddered out her climax.
Elliot's cock was now begging for release, but they could hear Rebecca's heels clicking towards them. Evelyn casually backed away from Elliot as his wife entered the kitchen followed closely by Bill. He tried to be calm as he raised his wine glass to his lips, but realized his hand was wet with Evelyn's pussy juice.
"Let's start the cucumber salad" Evelyn said with a wink at Elliot. They all moved with their wine glasses to the dining room. As he sat next to his wife, Elliot noticed a large gob of pearly white fluid slowly trailing down the inside contour of her right breast. She looked over at him demurely and reached for his hand. Elliot let out a slow breath to calm himself as his wife proceeded to bring each finger to her lips and gently kissed and licked. The four neighbors began to eat dinner once Elliot's wife had completely cleaned the hand he had removed from Evelyn's cooze only moments before.