Naughty Next-Door Neighbour

In 2013, I purchased a house in a relatively new subdivision in the southeastern suburb of Pakenham. The house was a stock standard, two-story 3x2 that looked like every other house on the street.

My next-door neighbour was an odd one. A slim, tall brunette, Sasha was a tomboy with a lazy mohawk and wore boots, denim shorts, flannel shirts and neckerchiefs. She was definitely a beauty in a stripped-down way; she constantly worked on her four-wheel drive SUV and motorcycle while listening to US rock music. Sasha employed colourful metaphors when frustrated, drank bourbon and smoked a lot of pot!

I did not know what she did for a living, but Sasha appeared financially comfortable. I suspected she trafficked in weed but in small quantities, given a near-constant stream of visitors who stuck around for five minutes or less. I was not bothered by this, and we became friends almost the day I moved in. Over time, we drank at each other’s house every Sunday, and the banter was fierce.

Sasha told me she was single but enjoyed a string of lovers of both sexes. As I had a steady girlfriend, we remained good friends without any impropriety. However, my partner, Louise, did not take to Sasha and strongly disapproved of our friendship.

All was not well in our relationship, though. Louise lived well beyond her financial means and was on her fourth credit card. As someone with money smarts and now a mortgage, I could not keep up with Louise’s hedonistic pursuits, and the friction ultimately proved fatal.

Sasha and I were drinking and mellowing at my place in the back garden one Sunday a few weeks after the split. My outdoor table was a one-metre-diameter wooden cable drum generously donated to me by the local electricity utility installing underground power lines. The table was strewn with beer and bourbon cans and pot paraphernalia.

“I haven’t seen Louise for a while,” Sasha said, “You guys all right?”

“We split the sheets last week,” I replied with some bitterness.

“Sorry to hear that,” Replied Sasha without any genuine sincerity, “You guys seemed solid.”

She was dressed in a white singlet that amply showcased her awesome cleavage, a pair of oily denim shorts, white socks and boots that highlighted her slim, tanned legs. Not one ounce of excess fat on this beauty, and Sasha oozed sexuality.

“I guess it wasn’t to be,” I said flatly, hoping the subject would change.

“Louise didn’t like me,” Sasha continued.

“I’m sure the feeling was mutual,” I said.

“She was one whiney bitch,” Sasha replied, “But she was taught a lesson she will never forget.”

“Oh, and what lesson was that?”

Sasha kept quiet momentarily, looked at me and took a drink. Seconds later, awaiting an answer, Sasha did not respond, seemingly hesitant.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Well, I…I…fucked her,” Confessed Sasha, “I did not mean to, but she came around one day when I was working on my bike and complained about the music.”

“And?

“My frustration with the bike and with her in general just boiled over,” Sasha replied, “I was so angry that I grabbed her by the throat, flung her against the wall, and started striping the clothes from her body.”

The narrative was getting very interesting, and I encouraged Sasha to provide as much filthy detail as possible.

“I made her suck a rubber strap-on that I have,” She continued, “And then I fucked her three holes until she licked me clean.”

“Licked you clean?’”

“Oh my god, but I should not tell you this,” Confessed Sasha, who was now beetroot red with embarrassment, “I forced Louise to lick my cunt after I pissed on her tits.”

“Aside from that last point,” I replied,” Louise told me all about that encounter.”

Sasha turned ghostly white.

“All of it?” She asked, hand visibly shaking.

“Yes, she told me you raped her,” I said, “And that it was a better sexual experience than she had with me.”

“W…What?” Stammered Sasha, visibly scared, “I did not r….anyone.”

“I’m sure not,” I reassured my tomboy neighbour, “But Louise said so to shame me on our last argument.”

“You don’t believe it, right?”

“Oh, I’m sure you fucked her good and proper,” I replied, “But not in the way she said.”

Colour slowly returned to Sasha’s cheeks. The fact that I knew of the encounter and its nature but did not believe the twisted lies of a scorned ex-girlfriend gave Sasha some relief.

“What did Louise say?” Inquired Sasha, still shaken.

“She went round to yours, complained about the music and swearing, and you forcefully came on to her and fucked her arsehole.”

“Yeah, I did do that,” She chuckled, “We both enjoyed it. She kissed me afterwards before leaving.”

“Congratulations,” I said sarcastically, “You got one hole more than me.”

“I fucking knew it,” Sasha crowed, “She begged me not to go there.”

“But you did anyway?”

“It’s hard to explain just how angry she made me,” Sasha continued, anger rising as she recalled the encounter, “And…I was severely frustrated, mechanically and sexually.”

“And her brattiness kicked you over the edge?”

“I just flipped and went for her with a savage vengeance,” Sasha said menacingly, “I wanted to reduce her to dust.”

“I think you did that, according to Louise,” I said, taking a sip, “You humiliated and pleasured her in equal measure.”

“So, why the accusation?” Asked Sasha, understandably confused, “It’s not like she said NO, at any point.”

“Louise is a particularly manipulative individual,” I began, “The accusation was a jibe at my masculinity, in as much as your rough treatment – the R-word – was more enjoyable than a regular session with me.”

“Did that hurt you?” Asked Sasha tentatively.

“It might have done had I not figured out her manipulative ways some time ago.”

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” Asked Sasha ashenly, “It was not my intention to insert myself between you.”

“No, and you didn’t,” I smiled, “It was on the rocks anyway; I could not keep up with her high life.”

“Since we’re being honest here, you weren’t the only one.”

“Okay,” I said, bracing for more bad news, “Who else?”

“At least two,” Said Sasha, deathly afraid of my pending reaction, “One even came here.”

“To my house?” I exploded.

“I saw one guy turn up with a high-end car; he stayed for several hours,” Sasha replied, recoiling from my anger in horror, “And I overheard Louise talking on the phone with another guy.”

“Why am I not surprised?” I said with apparent resignation.

“If it makes you feel even the tiniest bit better, I called out her cheating ways when I buggered her arsehole,” Sasha said with grim satisfaction, “I also slapped her face and spat on her while mocking her infidelity.”

Now that revelation was impressive. Sasha standing up for monogamous ways while enjoying multiple lovers herself.

“Any photos?” I asked with gallows humour.

“No,” Sighed Sasha placing a shapely leg on the table, “It was too frenetic a pace to film.”

“Did Louise at least make you come?”

“I came several times, but not that she had much to do with it,” Sasha replied, “I used that cunt for my satisfaction.”

“Arsehole too,” I said with some bitterness, “Mouth as well, I’m guessing?”

“Yep, Louise was a three-hole pop socket.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed her, used her, whatever.”

We sat silent for a moment, with Sasha unsure whether she had damaged our friendship by assaulting my ex-girlfriend. I was not upset with Sasha per se; the more significant betrayal in this shit show lay with Louise and her cheating, overspending ways.

While emotionally stung, I could do nothing about the situation, which had ended for good. There was no point in lashing out or placing blame where it did not belong. After accepting those bitter truths, I felt a burden lift from my shoulders.

“Anyway,” I said, smiling, “This is the best world of all possible worlds.”

“What does that mean?” Asked a confused Sasha.

“It’s my lame attempt to quote Voltaire, appear philosophical and put a positive spin on a bad situation.”

“Why is it a bad situation?” Sasha said forcefully, “I mean, you got a lying, cheating, broke-arse cunt out of your life. You don’t need that negativity. You’re better than that!”

That last sentence was delivered with fiery intensity, and she believed it more than I did then.

“Well, I miss the companionship, the sex,” I said pathetically.

“No, you don’t,” My angry neighbour replied, “She was a shit fuck and a using cunt. Who the fuck wants that in their life?”

“Put so eloquently; I cannot disagree with your forthright assessment.” Her words did speak to me, but I felt emotionally compromised none the same.

“Look, be a fucking man, and take what you want,” Sasha continued, “And what you fucking deserve.”

Sasha delivered a hell of a pep-talk, and I believed she would make a fantastic motivational coach in an alternate reality.

“Forget Louise, Jason,” Sasha quietened down, “In the long run, you’ll be better off.”

In anger, Sasha downed her can, crunched it between her muscular fingers and tossed it into the bin. Within seconds the next can was struck, and Sasha drew a substantial draught. 

Seconds later, I felt drops of rain. In our angry rant, we had neglected the weather that had started closing in with not-so-distant thunder rumbles increasing in intensity.

We quickly grabbed our chairs and relocated them to the covered patio while rain bombs descended from the heavens. The cacophony drowned out the music and our ability to communicate.

“I can hear now,” I said after closing the sliding door, keeping the storm outdoors.

We stood by the door and watched with awe as the rain hammered the lawn. The sky was black as sackcloth, and it was only 4 PM. I switched on the lights so we could see, yet the thunder and lightning drew closer.

Suddenly, a massive crack exploded overhead, and the house was plunged into darkness. Sasha instinctively screamed, but I caught her before she hit the floor.

“It’s okay,” I reassured her as I drew her to my breast, “I’ll reset the fuse board.”

“No, hold me,” Sasha shivered, “I’m scared.”

“It’ll be fine,” I said as another direct hit smashed the house.

Sasha screamed in terror, trembling in the darkness. I suggested we lay on the couch and wait for the storm to blow over.

We lay on the sofa and spooned. Sascha was petrified at the storm’s never-ending violence and shook as I held her tight.

As the storm moved away, Sasha’s shivers diminished, and she became comfortable in my embrace, even backing her svelte body further into mine.

“Mm, you feel good,” Sasha murmured, “Those strong arms around me, oh.”

I had never entertained the possibility of sleeping with my neighbour, but there appeared to be a meeting of the minds. So, there was a violent storm, or act of God, to thank for this good fortune. Not wanting to rush the situation, I let Sasha direct the pace and tempo of what would come next.

She did not disappoint. It began with her grinding her arse against my increasingly hardening crotch. With the rain beating down against the house, I could hear her quickening breath and signs of approval.

Then her hand gripped my hip.

Her head swivelled, “Kiss me.”

Our lips locked gently and sensuously; our tongues danced an erotic tango.

Sasha was not the evil fuck monster that I had come to know and love but a feminine beauty that was vulnerable and exposed.

There was a part of my brain wondering whether Sasha was acting out of guilt for the non-part she played in my breakup with Louise. However, the yearning romantic in me wanted to believe that Sasha genuinely liked me.

As we kissed passionately, I did not care about anything other than the moment. Our lips seemed to dance in perfect synchronicity, raising the room’s temperature. Sasha was giving off mad pheromones, and I was sure I was doing the same.

“Take me to bed,” She said bluntly after breaking a kiss, “Now!”

We scooted off the couch and ascended the stairs to my bedroom.

“Classy,” Sasha teased, “You’ve made the bed. Are these the funky sheets that you fucked Louise in?”

“Sorry to disappoint,” I laughed, “These sheets are Louise-free.”

“Well, I’m glad we aren’t at my place,” Sasha sneered, “My sheets are four or five lovers old, plus my come.”

“Feel free to break my sheets in, then.”

“I intend to,” Sasha gushed, “I’m so fucking wet.”

Sasha flopped on the bed and pulled me down on her sleek body.

“I’ve been masturbating to this fantasy for months,” She said with sparkling eyes, “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Sasha was so sexually confident that she was happy to take the lead and had no shortage of filthy talk. This completely contrasts Louise, who was mousey, sexually hesitant and shy yet avaricious and class-conscious. Sasha did not give a fuck about anything and lived in the moment.

“Doesn’t mean I’m going to fall in love with you,” She breathed, throwing me on my back and straddling my groin.

Nothing mattered to me but the immediate present. One thing I knew for sure was that I was about to engage in a fuck session that would blow past anything I experienced with Louise (or earlier sexual partners). I was the student, and Sasha was the teacher.

And the teacher was an animal, a sexually voracious beast, and I was the prey.

Or so she thought.

I was hesitant at first, and this frustrated Sasha.

“Don’t ask me; just take what you want!” Was her repeated direction, delivered through gritted teeth, whenever I appeared uncertain.

I later discovered that Sasha was a ‘switch’, dominant with women but submissive with men. She would enthusiastically comply with my every whim and kink. Once I understood this, my confidence grew, and I became bolder with each encounter.

Back to the present, I was dying to unwrap Sasha’s incredible physique. To no one’s surprise, she was bra-less and panty-free. There were no tacky tan lines, and Sasha’s body was not vandalised by thoughtless graffiti. In short, this woman was gorgeous from head to toe and very comfortable when relieved of clothing.

“I spend more time naked than dressed,” She confessed with a childlike giggle.

Given the killer curves and angelic face, there was no doubting that statement. At first glance, I thought Sasha’s breasts were fake because they were so firm and plump without any form of sag. However, I was assured they were real.

“Feel them if you don’t believe me.”

Now, that was an invitation too good to refuse. Still clothed, I placed an arm around Sasha’s slim waist while my other trembled towards her generous chest.

“Incredible,” I marvelled as I pressed the flesh and flicked the nipple, “Double Ds?”

“On a good day, they can be Es,” We chuckled together before we kissed.

As I continued fondling Sasha’s breasts, she began rubbing my cock through my shorts.

“Nothing’s going to happen unless you make me do it,” She reminded me when our lips parted.

My blood was up with anticipation after fondling the best breasts in the world. Suddenly, I grabbed Sasha’s hair; she took a sharp breath intake and forced to her knees.

“Oh yeah!” She signed with approval.

I kicked off my shorts, exposing my leaking cock and jammed it down Sasha’s expectant throat. She coughed as my cock head pushed against her tonsils but quickly became accustomed to the invasion.

“Suck it, whore,” I growled, “Get it hard and wet for your other fuck holes.”

Sasha took to the task with gusto and used her considerable oral skill, employing lips, tongue and throat muscles, to get me raging hard and dripping wet.

“Put your hands behind your back,” I ordered before grabbing her head with both hands, “I’m going to fuck your mouth like it’s your cunt.”

Sasha opened her mouth as wide as it would go, and I rammed my cock in as hard as I dared. The gagging noises and her increasing audible moans drove me insane with lust.

“I love choking on your cock!” She stuttered after spitting out my cock.

Next, Sasha went to work on my shaft and rapidly tightened the ball sack, repeatedly spitting and rubbing the saliva into the skin.

“On the bed, whore,” I pulled Sasha up from her knees and threw her onto the sheets, “Spread those legs.”

She complied without question.

“Open that pussy!”

Sasha was shaven and had a tidy slit punctuated by a sizeable clit. Inside glistened with sticky wetness and was swollen, angry red from Sasha’s heightened arousal.

“Play with your cunt for my gratification,” I demanded.

Sasha began circling her clit and rubbing fingers up and down the opening. She was so wet that I could hear the squelching sound coming from inside.

I sat before her, grabbed her dripping hand and forced two fingers deep inside her pussy. Sasha screamed in pleasure. Quickly two fingers became three, and three became four. I tried for the fist, but we could not get the thumb inside.

Sasha came several times from this roughly assisted finger fucking. Her pussy tasted fantastic each time I brought her sodden fingers to my mouth.

Then I decided to replace her fingers with mine. Sasha’s pussy was plenty tight, and I struggled to insert three fingers. Two were a slicker fit, and there was so much juice leaking from her pussy and pooling on the bed after greasing up the O-ring.

I touched Sasha’s stomach and began furiously frigging her cunt. She exploded in pleasure. I felt her body buckle. Simultaneously, I pressed firmly down on her bladder and pulled my fingers from her pussy. As expected, Sasha shot out a stream of boiling squirt. She screamed in ecstasy before thrashing her clit, which led to further eruptions of spray. I swallowed as much as I could; her ejaculate was sweet to taste and slightly milky in appearance.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked rhetorically.

Initially, Sasha could not speak, so overwhelmed (literally) with the aftereffects of several consecutive wet orgasms.

“My god, that was strong,” She panted, “Fuck!”

“That looked so good,” I said with pussy slime dripping from my chin, “Come and clean me up.”

Like an energised cat, Sasha jumped up, grabbed my head and licked my face clean before passionately kissing me.

“Shit, you taste good,” I said, enjoying the bouquet of vintage Chateau d’Cunt.

“Yeah, I love the taste of my pie.”

“Stand up and bend over,” I said, “I want a look at that arse.”

“This arse?” She asked, wiggling her perfect orbs in front of me.

“Yep, that’s the one,” I replied as my hands massaged the flesh, “So good!”

Running a finger up and down the crack, I felt her hole was wet with pussy leakage. Dropping to my knees and spread apart her cheeks, and began lapping at Sasha’s rosette.

“I fucking love that!” She encouraged, “Spit on it.”

“Aren’t I the one supposed to be giving orders?” I chuckled.

“I can ask for something occasionally, can’t I?” Sasha asked, shooting me a cheeky smile over her shoulder.

“Where your arsehole is concerned, I’ll take any direction you care to give,” I answered before plunging my face deep between Sasha’s cheeks.

“Fuck, yeah!” She repeatedly purred as my tongue gradually prized open her reluctant balloon knot.

Slap!

“Oh,” squeaked Sasha, as I left a handprint on her left cheek, “More!”

I periodically slapped each cheek while continuing to rim Sasha’s beautiful arsehole. The harder and more direct the blow, the deeper and more guttural her appreciative responses. At one point, she moved a hand underneath to massage her clit, which resulted in multiple ejaculations of pussy squirt which ran down the inside of her thighs and onto the carpet.

“You’re making me cum again,” Sasha shrieked in delight as I tongue-bathed her ring piece, “Please fuck my arse.”

“Oh, I’ll fuck your arse, babe,” I said, “But first, I’m doing your cunt.”

I stood up, my face dripping with saliva, butt juice and pussy slime, and then threw her roughly on her back, then wiped my face on the sheets.

“Spread your legs!”

I dived into her muff and tongued her clit and slit while Sasha pinched her erect nipples until she quickly unloaded on my face again. Like before, her orgasm was delicious.

“Fuck, Jason!” Sasha implored, “That’s a magical tongue, but I need you to use my holes.”

Forcing her legs back, I knelt between Sasha and slid my rock-hard cock deep inside her dripping snatch.

“Oh, fuck!” She moaned and threw her head back as I began pounding that sloppy gash.

We cycled through the missionary, spoon and cowboy positions interspersed by sloppy blow bangs, where Sasha commented favourably on my cock characteristics and how good she tasted. Once Sash straddled me, I had more accessible admittance to her bung and began fingering it while continuing to plough her drenched pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” and “Fuck, that’s so good.” She kept repeating as I moaned in synchronous pleasure.

We were both bathed in sweat by this stage and pounded each other’s bodies.

One finger and quickly followed by a second, and the tongue rimming from before had relaxed Sasha’s tight arsehole, and there was little resistance to my digital intrusion.

“You worked so hard,” Sasha moaned after her umpteenth orgasm as she pulled my cock from the front hole and positioned it at the opening to the rear one, “Now, it’s my turn to pleasure you.”

With a pop, my greasy dick breached the defence of Sasha’s arse, and she gingerly settled down so that I was balls deep.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, “Your pussy was tight, but your arse is super tight!”

“I work out a lot,” Sasha chuckled as she became comfortable with a rear-end intrusion, “To keep my arse nice and tight for those boys that appreciate it.”

After taking in several deep breaths, Sasha began bobbing up and down, constantly spitting onto her fingers so that they could provide much-needed additional lubrication.

“I have Vaseline on the bedside table,” I said and reached to retrieve the tub.

“No,” Sasha resisted and pinned me to the bed, laying in her squirt, “It feels so good!”

She began working my cock gently while still getting used to the breach, moaning slightly while her hands gripped my pecs firmly.

“Working your cock,” She repeatedly whispered as her motion increased intensely, “Fucking big dick in my tight arse!”

Sasha was a master of the sexual arts, but she also knew how to talk dirty and was not shy about announcing her first assgasm.

“I’m going to suck it,” She declared, climbing off me, “My come juice from your hard cock!”

Without hesitation, Sasha took my shitty stick deep down her throat and continued to spit copious amounts of saliva on the head and shaft.

We enjoyed another anal round of cowboy, and Sasha climaxed quickly and loudly.

“I want to see your cock fuck my arse,” Sasha said after another sloppy ATM and efficiently assumed the reverse cowboy position.

Reaching forward, I inserted two fingers deep inside Sasha’s sloppy box.

“Can you feel your dick fucking my arse?” She asked between moans, “Through my pussy?”

“I love it,” I replied, revelling in the sensation of my cock pushing against my fingers via two fuck holes.

Sasha quickly came to another screeching orgasm, but instead of dismounting for another ATM, she began grinding her arse violently against my pubic bone.

“I want to jack your cock off with my dirty hole!”

Sasha nearly achieved that because I felt the sensation of a gathering orgasm, but I was not yet done fucking. I threw her off me and straddled her chest. She instantly knew my intention and wrapped both arms across her tits to create a tight cleavage.

As I savagely fucked Sasha’s meaty tit flesh, she licked the Jap’s eye and repeatedly spat on my shaft, complimenting her breasts and my cocks, while I slapped her nipples to many high-pitched shrieks.

“I want to fuck your slut arse from behind,” I growled, pulling my glistening meat from Sasha’s meaty globes.

This time, I retrieved the lubricant from the table and smeared a generous dollop across her gaping bung and over my cock.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Sighed Sasha, surprised, as I fed her my length.

“How is that?” I asked, gripping her hips and pulling her hole to my pubic bone.

“I normally use saliva on my dirt box,” She replied, gingerly rubbing her clit, which must have been sore from all the action, “Kind of like it to hurt a bit, but this is different.”

The small talk quickly ended as I began driving Sasha’s backdoor hard.

“That’s it,” She encouraged as I pounded my entire length in and out, “Use my arse for your pleasure.”

“Fuck, yeah!” I barked, not caring about any delicacy concerning her tender butt rose.

Sasha buried her head between the pillows, arched her back and played with her cunt hard. The words sounded foreign and disconnected whenever she spoke, but she regularly ejaculated girl come onto my bed, coming time and again.

“Oh, no more,” She begged after a while and disconnected us before falling onto the sheets and rolling onto her back.

Wanking my oily cock gently and resting on my knees, I marvelled at her sweaty, heaving body.

“You broke my arsehole,” She chuckled, “I didn’t think it could be destroyed!”

“Fucking awesome, arsehole,” I agreed with a Cheshire grin.

Sasha opened her eyes and saw me jacking my cock. I was ready for an orgasm now, and she knew it.

“Where do you want to come?” She asked as I slid my cock back between her substantial rack.

“This may sound odd, but I want you to wank me off with your feet,” I replied, smacking my cock head across an erect nipple after mulling over the possibilities.

“Oh, yeah?” Sasha asked, eyes widening, “Do we have a foot fetish?”

“If I do, you have awakened it,” I replied, “Your feet are so fucking sexy!”

They were dainty, shapely, delicate and oh-so feminine.

“I can try,” Sasha said, “Never done it before.”

“Nor me,” I grinned.

Massaging a small amount of additional lubricant on my shaft, I scooted between her legs. Sasha grabbed her feet in her hands and wrapped her delicate toes around my cock. She pressed hard and obtained an excellent grip before gently massaging my cock.

Watching those perfectly sculpted feet jerk my cock was a sight to behold. I had never felt any attraction to that body part with anyone before, but Sasha’s was one of the most erotic aspects of her perfect body, and now I planned to cover them with ropes of hot jism.

And at that thought, the first tingling of orgasm made its presence felt.

“Here it comes,” I said, taking control of my quivering spear.

Sasha held her feet together, and the sight of those twinkling, painted toes pushed me over the edge. Ropes of hot, sticky man juice shot from my Jap’s eye and covered all ten digits equally.

Sweat was pouring from my head in rivers as my body spasmed violently, as my balls aggressively pumped sperm loads onto Sasha’s feet.

“Oh, fuck!” I kept repeating as each pleasure darts smashed my senses.

“What a load!” Squealed Sasha, barely able to contain her wonder.

“Yeah, baby,” I panted, “So fucking good!”

“No one has ever come on my feet,” She confessed, “That was one of the hottest things.”

Sasha was unable to bring her feet to her mouth. She was supple and flexible but no Russian ballerina. Sasha rubbed jism on her clit and cunt before massaging the rest on her breasts and stomach before licking her fingers clean.

Her raw, primal actions kept me semi-hard after my orgasm, and I never went entirely soft, knowing there was a reasonable probability of more action shortly.

We silently lay on the bed, breathing heavily and covered in sweat, listening to the violence of the downpour, lost in thought.

For me, I contrasted the difference in approach between Louise and Sasha. It was night and day. The latter brought a higher level of passion, intensity and energy to the bedroom. Sasha, like Louise, was submissive to men, but the former had a wider range of skills and kinks and did not shy away from the darker elements. If Sasha had hard sexual limits, discovering them would be fun.

“That was better than I thought,” Sasha said, breaking my reverie.

“Agreed,” I replied, marvelling at the brutal anal punishment I dished out, “You’re something else.”

“You haven’t seen it all,” She said.

Of that, I had no doubt.

“Can I take a shower?” Sasha asked after a brief pause.

I grabbed Sasha a towel and some replacement sheets for the bed from the linen cupboard. After remaking the bed, I joined Sasha in the bathroom, who was fiddling with the taps to get the perfect water temperature.

We did not shower together. Sasha took the first one, and I swear I saw her take one of the longest pisses ever. I gathered that golden showers were a speciality of Sasha’s, and I would have liked nothing more than to partake in such a filthy activity but thought better of it until some future date if I was so lucky.

Sasha knew that I knew what she was doing, and the cheeky wink confirmed it before she turned around and reached for the body wash. The site of Sasha in the shower maintained my baseline level of tumescence.

“Thought you might’ve come in my mouth?” Sasha asked after we fell onto bed following our clean-up.

“Happy to oblige on the next round,” I replied, my semi-tumescent cock twitching at the thought.

“Let’s get started then.”

There was simply no limit to Sasha’s appetite as she scooted between my legs with feline agility. Within seconds, she dribbled saliva on my raw pole, quickly hardening me to full strength.

Round two always requires a bit more focus and hard work, but I had a shortcut in mind that I knew this filth bag would go for.

“Hang on,” I said, shuffled to the bed’s edge and pulled my legs back.

Sasha instantly knew what was expected of her and leapt off the bed, fell on her knees, coughed up a mountain of drool and spat it onto my balloon knot.

“Eat my arsehole, whore!” I growled as Sasha smeared copious saliva across my dirty hole, taint and shrivelling ball sack with her hand.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” She smiled back at me, “I love eating butt, male or female.”

And she was very good at it too!

Her raspy tongue licked and probed every part of my backdoor while one hand wanked my cock with the practice of a pornstar. The other hand appeared to be between legs, no doubt flicking the bean.

After several minutes of that heavenly sensation, I knew I needed to come. However, I needed one last stimulant.

“Finger my hole,” I panted, taking control of my slimy shaft.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Was Sasha’s enthusiastic response.

Again, Sasha knew what she was doing and entered a digit inside my greasy bung, quickly followed by a second. Fuck, it was tight back there, but it was what I needed to peak the pleasure mountain.

“Shit, here it comes!” I hissed before springing to my feet in front of my slutty neighbour.

“Oh yeah, give it to me!”

Her mouth and eyes were wide open and glued to my cock that I was throttling for dear life. Like before, my legs violently shook as the shock of pleasure increased exponentially.

“Fuck!” I yelled as the second orgasm peaked.

My second load was more liquid and translucent than the creamy first one but exploded with the same force, splashing all over Sasha’s beautiful face.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” She crowed as I pumped the remaining contents of my non-existence balls.

Rivulets of viscous sludge ran in torrents down her face, over Sasha’s tits, flat stomach, and hairless snatch before spilling onto the carpet.

Without direction, Sasha took my spasming cock down her throat and cleaned me up, swallowing the last drops of man fluid she squeezed out of me.

“You taste amazing!” She smiled at me, face glistening in the fading light.

I scooped up a small amount on her breasts, and Sasha eagerly swallowed my proffered finger before directing come on her face into her mouth—the rest she massaged into her sweaty skin.

“That was so good!” I panted, struggling to remain upright, “But I’m fucked!”

“You are far more adventurous than I thought,” Sasha chuckled, rising to her feet before giving me a passionately spunky kiss.

“So, I can report for further duty?”

“Anytime, neighbour!”

Round two had taken it out on each other, and we collapsed on the bed, falling asleep with me holding Sasha’s svelte body close to mine as the rain continued patting the roof. At some point in the night, she left and returned home.

So that encounter kicked off a tumultuous and, at times, an acrimonious relationship that was as toxic and venomous as the one I had recently left. However, in compensation, some jaw-dropping, balls-to-the-wall, high-energy, and depraved sexual encounters included some guests along the way.

What a fucking week! Things went south on Monday or Tuesday when my boss, Virginia, went nuclear on the team for no apparent or logical reason. Her behaviour was most out of character, and, as 2IC, it was my duty to enquire what was on Virginia’s mind. My enquiry was treated with short shrift.
Come Friday, the team was eagerly anticipating the end-of-day drinks at the Mitre Tavern in Melbourne’s financial district. Virginia’s mood had not improved, and I noticed a change in attitude in another team member, Amanda.
My work issues were confounded by domestic considerations. My next-door neighbour was increasingly making greater demands on my time; wanting sex at strange hours of the day and night. Oftentimes, Sasha would sneak into the house in the middle of the night, sidle up next to me and kick start the action. While she was an amazing fuck slut, these irregular nocturnal visits were disturbing my sleep patterns so that I was becoming increasingly irritable at work.
At the tavern, I stayed far away from my teammates, preferring to drink with the procurement team. As the night drew longer and the staff thinned out, I was inevitably forced to regroup and talk to my colleagues. This was the moment when Virginia swooped.
“Can I talk to you about a delicate matter?”
“Sure,” I answered, a little worried.
We grabbed a booth and I sat, waiting, expectantly for something to happen. Virginia was most perturbed, something important was weighing on her mind.
“What is it?”
“Can I trust you?”
“Of course,” I said, “We’ve been working together for a long time.”
“Something happened at work the other day,” She began nervously, “That’s causing me some grief.”
“And what is that?”
“Well,” Virginia sighed, clearly put out but unsure how the phrase the issue, “A staff member came on to me.”
“You?” I asked, incredulous at the disclosure, “When, who?”
“Let’s just say that it was a member from the third floor,” Virginia replied coyly, “And it wasn’t altogether unwanted.”
“What, you accepted?”
Virginia went bright red and held her head in her hands. She explained that the offer came at a vulnerable moment.
“How vulnerable?”
“En flagrante, in fact.”
“I don’t understand,” I said, shaking my head trying to make sense of these scraps of information, “What does that even mean?”
“Okay, so you know that bathroom on the top floor?” Virginia stuttered, “Well, you know that the lights go off after 15 minutes of inactivity.”
“Yeah, so what about it?”
“I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this, but...” Virginia sat silent for a moment before continuing, “I was masturbating in one of the cubicles and the light went off. I went to activate the sensor when...she...came in.”
So, this was all revelatory stuff. It was well known that Virginia took extended absences from her office when there were no meetings in her calendar. One of the team suggested, darkly, over drinks that she was having an affair. However, Virginia was married with three children; I knew her husband Craig. An affair seemed impossible, but now I had an explanation for these extended absences. Virginia went off to masturbate in the bathroom on the top floor.
“Who came in?” I pressed.
Virginia tossed her blonde-haired head towards my colleague Amanda, happily flirting with another work mate.
“Really?” I asked in disbelief, “She came in, and the very moment you were trying to turn the light on?”
“Yes, I believe she timed it.”
“And what? You were naked or something?”
“Not quite but enough was showing to make it obvious what I was doing.”
“Then what happened?”
“Well, we did the deed,” Virginia admitted, “Reluctantly at first but then with more enthusiasm.”
She seemed embarrassed, but not that embarrassed and certainly not regretful. I asked whether Amanda had threatened her if Virginia did not go through with the act. If so, blackmail would be a profoundly serious matter. I was assured that everything was consensual.
“So, what happened in the bathroom?” I asked, adding, “And omit no detail, no matter how dirty.”
“Well, we...” Virginia began before twigging to my request, “That’s for another conversation.”
“Can we agree then that you two did the...a... deed in the bathroom?”
“Yes,” Virginia admitted meekly.
“And you don’t regret it?”
“No,” She said, “We have not done anything since – not even talked about it – but I feel guilty.”
“Craig?”
“Yes,” Virginia said, “I want to tell him, but I don’t know how.”
“Tell him what you have told me,” I said, “Say that you were horny and vulnerable, and that Amanda seduced you.”
“Cheating?”
“Not really,” I replied, “More like an indiscretion that won’t be repeated, will it?”
Virginia looked me sternly and hoped that it would not happen again. However, there was hesitation in her answer.
“But?”
“I really enjoyed it.”
“You been with women before?” I asked.
“Back in university, thirty odd years ago.”
“I had no idea that you and Amanda swung that way,” I said, “I always took Amanda a s straight.”
“So did I,” Virginia sniffed, “But she knows her around the female body.”
“I bet,” I replied, “Still if you tell Craig, I’m sure he’ll be fine with it. He’s a red-blooded male, after all, and probably fantasises about such things. I do all the time.”
“Yeah, but you’re not married.”
“I don’t think that really matters,” I chuckled, “Hot chicks that are into each other is a desire for most men.”
“Most men are perverted,” Virginia observed, “But thanks for letting me unload on you.”
Poor choice of words but I understood the reference. Virginia promised to think about my advice and let me know next week her course of action. She stood up and prepared to leave for home.
“There’s one more thing,” She said, “Since we’re about full disclosure, Amanda has the hots for you big time!”
“What?” I exclaimed, “You’re fucking joking!”
“Nope, she’s discussed you many times over drinks,” Virginia smiled, “Do what you will with that information.”
As Virginia departed, leaving me stunned, my phone pinged. It was Sasha my next-door neighbour asking about my ETA. She wanted some action and wanted it before she fell asleep.
Sasha was a stunning brunette with massive boobs, a shapely butt, and an appetite to rival the gods. In a way, she reminded me of Tory Lane a lusty American porn star. She fucked early and fucked often, not always with me. Whatever she did for a living was something I did not want to know about, but she attracted a lot of boys to her yard with her milkshakes.
Since moving next door, we struck up a volatile friendship that became increasingly sexual as time went by. For months, we spent each Sunday at each other’s homes simply drinking and chatting casually. I had a girlfriend at the time, and she did not approve of my friendship with Sasha, but there were other reasons why we broke up. Sasha was happy about this development and during one severe thunderstorm last summer, we fell into a torrid affair in which she showed her submissive side.
Since that first time, I have been on call to satisfy the needs her other lovers fail to meet. Since hooking up, we have endured some tremendous arguments over petty issues. I discussed some of these fights with a psychologist friend of mine who told me that, on the face of it, Sasha was suffering some form of depression, possibly because of drug addiction.
Sasha certainly consumed a lot of cannabis on top of drinking a lot of bourbon. Most of the time, she was fine, but when a dark mood hit her, she was to be avoided. My solution was just to leave her house, or order to leave mine, which she always did. Next day would be like nothing happened; no apology or anything, just move on. The make-up sex was mind-blowing though, so I could look past some of these indiscretions.
What kept me coming back and enduring so much toxicity? Anal sex. Sasha loved it but only I could make her orgasm from that sex act. She mentioned that her other lovers were not into anal at all, which seemed odd to me. We had all kinds of sex together, but the session always ended with my cock up her butt. Sasha had one further attribute which excused a multitude of sins, dainty feet. She would employ these assets to jerk my cock off, spunking all over her cute toes. She revelled in it, and I came frequently.
“I’ll be home in ninety minutes,” I replied after checking the train timetable online.
“Sooner please!”
“It’s after nine,” I said, “The trains don’t run as frequently.”
I figured Amanda could wait for another time. Saying my goodbyes, I hightailed it to Flinders Street Station and boarded the train to Pakenham, all stations stop. My journey was consumed with processing the evenings revelations: my boss regularly masturbates at work and was seduced by a subordinate, and that subordinate has the hots for me. Those stations flew by.
Upon arriving at the station, I drove the ten minutes to my house and parked up. Sasha’s bedroom lamp was on. My instructions were to enter via the rear door, and I ascended her stairs. The house smelt of pot and the bedroom stunk of sex.
“How many today?” I asked a languid Sasha who was lying naked on the bed.
“Three,” She giggled, “Back-to-back.”
“You’re such a fucking whore,” I said while undressing.
“I am,” She answered, “But I need my anal. Can’t fall asleep without it.”
Sasha was lying on her side. I grabbed the lubricant that sat on the bedside table and helped myself to a generous dollop. After applying a liberal amount to my hardening cock, I added to rest in between Sasha’s perfectly sculpted arse cheeks.
“You ready?”
“Give it to me,” Sasha reached around and spread her left cheek giving me the ability to press my cock head against her pucker
There was significant resistance until the pressure became too much. Sasha forced her sphincter to accept the invasion and my slippery rod eased inside followed by a mutual gasp.
With her anal cavity full of cock meat, Sasha suddenly came alive and encouraged me to fuck her hard. This is where she goes full porn star, yelling obscenities and imploring me to fuck her without restraint.
Knowing that my services will require several orgasms on my part, I unloaded quickly after entry, filling Sasha’s bowels with hot man sludge. After I popped out and rolled over, Sasha became more animated and quickly revived my pole, telling me how much she loved her “arse juices.”
The second anal entry resulted in my coming on her face while the third, and I was flagging now, was a puff of smoke over her toes. Three orgasms later and it was after 2am. The only thing I had the strength for was to take Sasha’s dildo and butt fuck her in the doggy position before she squirted over the sheets.
I grabbed my clothes from the bundle on the floor and prepared to leave without getting dressed. Given the time, I doubt anyone would see my pasty white butt sneak between adjacent houses.
“Oh, and I fucked your ex the other day,” Sasha said, scornfully as I exited the bedroom.
“Of course, you did,” I groaned, rolling my eyes before departing, “Tell me about it on Sunday.”
I went home and collapsed on my bed, completely spent. There was something malevolent about Sasha’s departing remarks. Why was she so interested in my ex-girlfriend? The two could not stand each other when we were together. For the first time since I moved to Pakenham, I began to serious contemplate an escape plan.