His Beautiful Neighbour Ch. 09

Two magnificent breasts, one of them half-covered by the blanket, the other proudly presenting itself to him, almost begging for his attention. Large and firm with dark-tanned skin and almost no sag at all.

That was the first James noticed when he tip-toed into Andrea's bedroom Sunday morning, long before either of them would normally be awake. The nipple he could see was dark-brown and hard, and he couldn't help but think that she was dreaming about him. Why else would her nipples be stiff?

She stirred in her sleep, moved around and settled down, this time on her back, with both of her tits out in the open. The other nipple was just as tempting as the first, and in James' mind it wanted to be sucked into his mouth, teased and bitten while she moaned in delight.

The image caused a mild twitching in his pants but he didn't move. Instead, he just watched the beautiful image in front of him. Her dark-red hair lay like an unruly crown around her head – evidently her sleep hadn't been very calm, and it gave her a kind of untamed edge to James' eyes. Her delicate face looked utterly peaceful though, resting as she was. For once it wasn't made-up but fresh and clean. She was sexy even without her skilfully added paints – though of course she knew how to become even sexier!

His eyes moved further down, rested a while on her impressive bust that he loved so. So big, so tempting, so... perfect!

Her soft tummy with the sexy little bulge (that she hated so much!) was partially covered by the blanket, and he could only see the outline of her curvy hips... and he knew how wonderful her ass would feel in his greedy hands, pawing the tight globes.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, James walked into the room, careful not to wake her. For some reason he wanted her asleep for as long as possible, so he moved as silently to her bed and sat down next to her.

With slow movements his hand found its way in under the blanket, where it met her soft skin. It glided across delightfully curved hip until it met its goal: the yielding, pleasurable folds of her pussy. A smile formed on his lips as he gained free access to its incredible softness; Andrea was sleeping completely in the buff, no nightgown or even panties for this sexy woman!

"Slut," he muttered with a proud grin, and he began to softly massage her sexy slit. She wasn't as wet as he was used to but then again... she was sleeping. She couldn't be wet twenty-four/seven, she would dehydrate!

"Mhm..." a soft moan escaped her lips as he found her clit, and, still asleep, she instinctively spread her legs a little further, inviting him inside. James accepted the invitation without hesitation and attempted to slip a finger inside her – but she was too tight and too dry for him to get far.

She sighed, not an unhappy sigh, at least not to his ears, when he once again turned his interest to her hard little clit that simply seemed to cry out for attention. He began rubbing it – gingerly at first but harder and faster when she sighed in pleasure again. Unable – and unwilling! – to resist the enormous temptation her hard nipples presented to the horny teenager, he reached down and took the right one in his mouth... without stopping his delightful manipulation of her happy little clit!

"Uh..." she whispered and stirred again – and again ended up with her legs spread further, clearly enjoying his ministrations, even in her sleep. James liked that, he wanted her to be willing and ready for him whenever he felt the need, whether awake or asleep. Her nipple felt exactly as good in his mouth as he had known it would, and he sucked the hard little nubbin into his mouth and gently bit down on it, using his teeth to arouse the sleeping slavegirl.

"Ooh... Master..." she muttered, as he intensified his massage, but still didn't wake up. James' proud grin went from ear to ear, and once again his fingers found their way into her – this time aided by all the pussyjuice the aroused, sleeping woman was producing!

"Ah...!" she moaned loudly as he found his way into her tight cunt, and her left hand went to her left tit, pinching and teasing it, just like James would have done if he hadn't been busy between her legs...

"Ja-James?" she suddenly stuttered, finally wakening and looking down at her lover and master – who was busy giving her pleasure. James looked up at her, still with her hard nipple in his mouth and gave her a very pleased wink.

"What... Oooh!" she interrupted herself with a moan, letting him know she certainly enjoyed this as much when awake as when she was asleep...

In a swift motion, James threw off her blanket, freeing the lower part of her body as well. He left her nipple to look down at her crotch – first and foremost at the tattoo above her pussy, proclaiming it his property. Her spread legs were edging him on; inviting him to take what was already his...

It only took him a few seconds to get his zipper down, his hard cock out and himself placed between her thighs. Andrea, who was still not clear in the head after being wakened in this most unusual way (and after the last five minutes of some very arousing dreams!) didn't really have time to react before his very erect dick plunged into her tight, warm depths.

"Oh my GOD!" she cried out, feeling him stretching her cunt around him to make room for his long hardness, "oh God, yes..."

"Yeah, you like that?" James asked, knowing the answer as he slowly pulled out of her again.

"Uh-huh!" she agreed, nodding her head wildly. She reached up and pulled James down to her in a loving embrace, bringing his head to hers, his mouth to hers. In a long, deep kiss, she showed him just how much she appreciated being awoken in this way – and it was a lot!

Her eager tongue met his in an intricate dance, and her admiring hands ran down his back, gently teasing him with her nails... she was very careful not to scratch him, James hated pain, and it wouldn't do to make him angry right now, oh no.

"Mumpf!" she moaned into his mouth as he hammered his cock into her again, into her wet hole where it belonged!

So good! They thought in unison, feeling her soft pussy engulf his hard dick, and they both moaned softly into the other's mouth, as they continue the kiss. James found her lower lip with his teeth and bit her, quite hard in his passion that was mounting with incredible speed. It was always a huge turn-on to arouse his sexy slave, and doing it while she wasn't even awake certainly hadn't diminished the experience! Of course, the fact that his cock was buried in the sexiest woman he knew might have something to do with it. Her cunt was doing its very best to milk his cum from his dick... and it was very good at it!

"Ahh!" she gasped excited at the sharp, sudden pain in her lip. It hurt, but it hurt so good, and the pain only added to the overall excitement quickly building in her cunt thanks to her wonderful lover.

"Oooh! Yes, Master," she moaned, her speech a bit slurred by him still holding her lower lip prisoner between his teeth, while he hammered into her welcoming hole again and again.

Letting go of her lip, James moved down her neck, kissing and licking her delicate skin, just below the ear. He seemed so caught up with this that he actually slowed down his cock, more resting inside her than anything else. She tasted good, salty and sexy. He could just enjoy the taste of her all day long...

"Mhm! Mhm..." Andrea sighed, enjoying his tender touches – and yearning for the hard fucking to continue! She moved against him with her lower body, creating some friction but nothing compared to how he had ruthlessly fucked her moments ago.

"Please, Master..." she muttered, squeezing his cock with her strong pussy-muscles, trying to edge him on.

And it worked. With a groan (that sounded more like a roar to her, seeing as his mouth was right next to her ear...) he thrust his hard cock into her as hard as he could, while biting down on her neck with his strong jaw. His strange desire to slow down and enjoy the taste of her vanished, and the primitive desire for pleasure overtook him again – just like she'd hoped...

There was a time for romantic playfulness but it was not now, now she needed a good fuck. She needed his hard cock forced into her again and again, while he found his thrill in her eager, available body.

"Oh GOD!" she cried as the pain, the pleasure and the oddly erotic feeling of his teeth against her sensitive skin all got mixed together in her quickly rising arousal. He grabbed her around her arms and used them as leverage as he thrust into her as hard as he could, only to pull out and hammer his pleasure-seeking cock back in again. His mouth didn't leave her neck where he sucked her skin into his mouth only to bite it and tease it with his teeth. It felt so erotic, especially to James who felt some ancient, primitive instincts guide him.

"Oooh! Yes, yes!" she cried, the well-known feeling of yet-another James-induced orgasm rising in her, "please, Master, may I cum? Please, please!" Her begging to be allowed to cum only heightened her arousal. Her entire body needed release, her neck felt ablaze and her cunt was being fucked through and through by her eager master.

"Please... Oh, fuck! Please, Master, may your slut cum?" She tried again, the need building and building within her. It was never easy to hold back but she knew the resulting orgasm would be bigger the longer he held her back. Still knowing that and telling her needy, demanding body were two very separate issues...

"Please!" she tried again and finally James let go of her neck. He slowed down the thrusting and moved around, so he was face to face with her. Her eyes were alight with eager desire and impatience, and he answered her pleading with a crooked smile:

"No," he simply stated, and gave her a hard thrust. His hands moved to her delightfully large tits and immediately began playing with her already stiff nipples, only adding to the poor woman's craving for release.

"What? Please, Sir, I need it!" she tried to reason with him, "please, please, please! Oh, you're so GOOD!" The last was cried out as a response to a hard thrust into her.

"I... spoil you..." he explained in between thrusts, feeting how his own orgasm was quickly building – the powerful feeling of denying her her pleasure certainly helped...

"I think you're... getting too used... to... Ahh!" he didn't finish his sentence, suddenly the desire to cum overwon everything else, and he increased the power and speed, hunting his own orgasm with concern for nothing else while at the same time denying her hers.

"Oh God..." she cried but in response to the sensations of in her pussy and his harsh denial of her pleasure. Her body begged for release but she had no choice but to deny it! But why did him turning her down only increase her excitement!

His hard cock went in and out of her like a piston, and she did her best to squeeze it and milk him – everything to please him! Perhaps he'd change his mind then?

"Arrgh!" he groaned within long, "soooo gooood!" Sticky sperm spilled out into her warm cave as James' entire body tensed up in one final thrust deep into her. Then he collapsed, resting a top of her soft body, the warm pleasure of orgasm rushing through his body, while the burning desire for an orgasm still ruled hers.

"So good..." he repeated, and she couldn't help a proud smile creep onto her lips.

Her Master's pleasure was, after all, her primary concern...

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"You're cruel, you know?" Andrea told James, though her loving smile belied her words. They were still in bed, lying next to each other, James resting comfortable after an incredible fuck, Andrea with a burning need between her legs. He raised his eye-brows in surprise as he looked at her.

"Oh?"

"Getting me build up like that and then refusing me my release," she said, still with a smile but in a serious tone. She wanted to know what had happened, why she wasn't allowed to cum.

"So?" he returned, not really seeing the problem, or even willing to acknowledge that there was a problem.

"I'm just so... frustrated... right now," she tried to explain, balancing the fine line between raising an issue and complaining. James, sated and relaxed, didn't seem to take her frustrations too serious though. With a lazy smile he reached out, grabbed her naked breast and started playing with her nipple that instantly hardened under his touch. The pleasurable feeling made her take a sharp breath, and she looked questionable at him.

"When you became my slave, I took control of your body and your body's pleasures. If I want you to cum, you'll cum. If I don't want you to cum, I won't make you cum. It's really that simple..." His arrogant tone made her a little annoyed – and gave her a wonderful, submissive feeling! How did James always manage to create such conflicting emotions in her... and why did they always make her so damn horny?

Having made his point clear, he gave her nipple a painfully sharp twist, reminding her once again who was in charge and let go of her soft tit with the hard nub, quite pleased with himself.

"Ouch!" she gasped and rubbed her sore breast. What he said was true, she knew that. It was just that he'd always let her cum while they were having sex. Maybe not right away but after some begging and pleading she'd always had her way.

But that wasn't really the way of a slavegirl, was it? Wasn't it more fair that he decided when... and even if? That he gave her orgasms as a sort of gift or reward? That thought made her heart beat faster and moistened her pussy (well, it would have if her cunt wasn't already dripping from being so masterfully fucked five minutes ago...), and she looked at her master with a new-found submission.

"I'm sorry, Master. You're right, of course: my body and my orgasms belong to you," she said, looking at him with a humbled expression. Just admitting this to her sixteen years younger lover and master turned her so much on she couldn't help but cast a hungry glance at his flaccid dick – that gave a very promising jerk at her words.

With a self-assured smile he opened his arms, and she gratefully crawled into his embrace, resting her head on his chest and feeling his arms around her.

"That's good, slave," he said enjoying her soft body next to hers, "maybe I'll let you cum next time..." Almost all on its own, her hand reached down and found his tool that had become so adept at giving her screaming orgasms...

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'Next time' was not to be now, however. Interrupting their relaxed afterglow (or his relaxed afterglow, at least, and her frustrated I-need-to-cum-so-badly-glow), her phone started ringing, and she went up to get it.

"Hello?" she answered, standing naked in her bedroom and casting longing glances at her master's naked cock.

"Oh hey Lisa!" she exclaimed and suddenly their nakedness didn't feel natural anymore. Suddenly it was very, very naughty. James got a very strange look on his face and immediately covered himself, as if his mother could see him through the phone.

"Oh, no, you didn't wake me. No no, it's not too early," she assured her master's mother, rolling her eyes at Lisa's polite apologies, "I was just being lazy anyway..."

She listened for a second then her eyes widened.

"Eh... Yes, of course you can come over for a cup of coffee. Let me just- now?" At her words James got a panicked look in his eyes and desperately started fumbling around for his clothes.

"Eh... sure, let me just hop in the shower. Yeah, ten minutes should be fine..." She hang up as James zipped his pants.

"Shit! Sorry, Lover, gotta get the wonderful smell of sex washed off before she comes over..." she said wistfully as she headed for the bathroom.

"You might wanna put some make-up on your neck too," James laughed at her, for some reason finding that quite funny.

"Huh?" she asked as she turned around and placed a hand where he'd bitten her. He hadn't pierced the skin but he'd left her with quite the hickey. It wasn't too noticeable with her tanned complexion, not compared to say Carol's fair skin but it still spoke of fun in the bedroom...

"Oh my..." she sighed but still couldn't help smile, "you're just too bad... Master."

He just winked at her and admired the fine way her asscheeks worked as she turned around and went to the bathroom. James heard the shower start and was about to leave when he suddenly got an evil little idea. He loved to tease his sexy woman, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.

"How are you gonna explain rule number three to mom?" he called to her, and carefully hid his smile as the water got turned off and she came hurrying back into the bedroom. Water was dripping from her, giving her a fresh, clean look that James liked very much – almost as much as he liked the confused look on her face.

"You mean... you expect me to... in front of your mother?!" she exclaimed, panic-struck. She couldn't have coffee with her best friend wearing only lingerie and her collar!

"Well, rules are rules, and I don't recall any exceptions in them..." he answered with a nonchalant shrug.

"No, but... she'll demand to know why. How could I possibly explain? She'd think I was trying to seduce her! Or that my lover had just left and I hadn't had time to change..." she tried to reason with him.

"Well, that one would almost be true," he grinned back at her, truly enjoying his little game.

She didn't though. Taking a deep breath, she asked in a serious voice: "May I please wear clothes when your mother's here?" Making a show of thinking about it, James finally nodded, just as he got a new, fun idea.

"Okay. But you're breaking a rule, so there has to be consequences..." he told her.

She nodded relieved, having won the battle. Her stressed, aroused, orgasm-starved brain didn't realise that she was playing right into James' hand.

"Hmm..." James rubbed his chin with a thoughtful expression, pretending to consider the penalty, while his still dripping slave fidgeted and nervously awaited the verdict, "I'll come up with something. In the mean time," he grabbed her face between his hands and gave her a hard kiss, "have a good time..."

Then he was gone, leaving the distressed slavegirl to shower and try to cover James' most recent claim of ownership...

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"So, what's the matter, Lisa?" Andrea asked her best friend as they sat down with their morning-coffee. Andrea, freshly showered, her neck carefully covered by a scarf (the damn make-up couldn't quite hide it...) and her sexual need somewhat diminished by the water, the absent of her master and the fact that she was in the presence of his mother, did her best to smile and act like the 'old Andrea' – the Andrea from before James changed her life around.

"Why does something have to matter for me to come for coffee?" Lisa asked abruptly, not liking that her friend knew it wasn't just a social visit. She'd planned on bringing up James' slut of a girlfriend casually in the conversation.

"Well, how often do you call and insist on coffee right away? And at... eight thirty in the morning?" Andrea smiled condescendingly after a quick look at the clock on the living-room wall.

"Well... yes..." Lisa admitted. She wasn't fond of admitting mistakes but Andrea was right – she should have waited a couple of hours! But she hadn't been able to; all night she'd been having one scary scenario after the other play out in her mind, and in all of them, James had left her alone, just like his father had so many years ago. She was a proud woman, proud of the fact that she'd made do without a man for so long, having raised James alone and on her own terms.

She wasn't a bad looking woman, not at all. At thirty-eight she probably still could find a man if she wanted to. She was quite tall, heavy-set with large breasts and ass. Long dark hair, piercing eyes and a face that was neatly-kept but almost always without any noticeable make-up. It wasn't her looks that kept the men away, quite the contrary, if she dolled herself up she wouldn't be hard on the eye at all... no, it was the haughty look she had to her that scared everyone away.