I [F] Let My Neighbour Free Use Me and Fulfill My Cock-Hungry Desires

It was the weekend again, time to meet my neighbour. My body had been craving him all week. The neediness between my legs won't stop, no matter how many fingers I used or how deep I tried to go. I needed him.

At this point I only went to him to either service him with my mouth or get dicked down. I kinda felt bad. I felt selfish.

But I didn't even bother texting. By now, we had an unspoken understanding. I simply walked over to his place, just a short few steps from my door to his and slipped inside like I belonged there.

I was already dripping before I even reached the living room.

I wore a simple pony tail. Easy to grip, easy to ruin.

Under my jacket, I put on a black lingerie. Nothing but see through. Something he had never seen me wear. The bra was more decorative than functional, thin straps cupping my breasts, nipples peeking through the lace. The thong was just a string riding up between my cheeks, soaked before I even left my door.

It was dark outside, and I knew I could slip across to his place unnoticed. No one saw me. The thrill of knowing I was dressed like a whore for him, only made me wetter.

He was on the couch, phone in hand, relaxed. He looked up at me with that calm, quiet dominance that always made my stomach tighten. I didn't say a word, I just stepped forward, slipped off my jacket, and let it fall around my ankles.

The moment his eyes landed on the lingerie I wore underneath, his expression shifted. Nothing was truly hidden. The bra clung to my tits, nipples already hard and peeking through. The matching thong was barely there, everything see through. I stood still, letting him take in every inch of me dressed like a slut, just for him.

His gaze darkened, slow and heavy with intent. That's when I dropped to my knees, right between his legs, exactly where he liked me.

He knew what I wanted. What I needed.

I looked up at him and whispered, "Use me."

He smiled faintly, placed his hand gently on my head, and stroked my hair like I was his obedient little pet. "That's my good girl," he murmured, pushing my face down toward his lap.

I eagerly pulled his cock out, already hardening in my hands. My mouth watered at the sight. I didn't hesitate. My lips parted, I started sucking him in, inch by inch, letting him grow inside my throat. He wasn't gentle this time. He placed a hand at the back of my head and gripped my pony with the other, started fucking my mouth, deeper than before. I gagged, drooled, tears welling up at the corners of my eyes as he used my throat like it was made for him.

Rougher than ever before. Sliding every inch in me, hitting the walls of my throat. My drool slick and ropes hanging around his balls, stretching down on my lingerie.

He kept patting my head between thrusts, praising me with breathy little grunts. "Just like that... damn, you really are a good girl, aren't you?"

My throat was burning but I didn't care. I wanted to choke on him. Needed to. And when he finally came—thick, hot, and deep—I swallowed it all, licking every drop like it was what kept me alive.

But he wasn't done with me yet.

After he emptied himself down my throat, he leaned forward, still catching his breath, then slipped his hands beneath me. In one smooth motion, he picked me up off the floor like I weighed nothing. My body felt light in his arms, petite, trembling, and aching to be filled again.

He didn't say a word as he carried me to the bedroom, his grip firm, possessive. Pressed against his chest, I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, while mine raced wildly beneath my skin. The way he held me so easily, so confidently, it only made the throbbing between my legs worse.

He set me down on the bed and reached into the drawer. I watched as he popped a small blue pill into his mouth and swallowed it without water.

My eyes widened. "Wait… that wasn't your full size?"

He just gave me a slow, dangerous grin. "You're about to find out."

Fifteen minutes later, he was standing over me, cock in hand and it was monstrous. Bigger than before. Thick, veiny, and hard in a way that made my throat dry and my pussy clench. It looked like it was pulsing with need, like it had its own heartbeat.

I hesitated, I could barely handle 6 inches and there is was, right in front of me. Over 7 inches and still growing bigger and thicker.

"Think you can take it?" he asked.

"I need it," I murmured with an obedience but fear down my spine.

He climbed over me, spreading me open and sliding that beast in slowly. I screamed from the pain, it was ripping me in two. The pink of my lips turned red and sore quickly. I could feel him stretch me wide every second. Every thrust threw me in another plane of existence. I held on to the edges of the bed so tight that they were the only thing keeping me on this earth.

My legs were hanging on his shoulders.

He used me the entire night. And the night after.

The breaks felt like seconds, but when he was inside me, time stretched, every thrust dragging out like eternity. I don't even know how 2 nights went by.

By the end of it, my thighs were trembling, my pussy raw and pulsing, completely wrecked by him. He came in me so many times I lost count. I never asked him to stop despite almost being broken.

Countless positions, countless orgasms. Between the best thrusts, my eyes rolled back like I was blacking out but he knew just how to bring me back. Only to send me again. With every orgasm my body belonged to him. Like it was not mine anymore. It listened to him more than it listened to myself. He'd order and I'd move. Without telling him how vulnerable I feel.

He'd want me and I'd just drag myself to him without showing a single expression that I'm exhausted. That's how much my body belonged to him.

This weekend… I gave myself to him completely.

Two nights I'll never forget. Two nights where I wasn't just a girl next door. I was his to use. And I loved every second of it.

He fulfilled my cock hungry desires I never knew existed. And he's the biggest I've had so far.

Now I'm home, recovering from all of this. Going back to the memories and writing them down as part of my diary. For everyone to read. To tell them I've been a good girl.

If this was with some other guy, I'd probably stop the hoe phase. But knowing this man is here only for a few months. I want to savour every single moment of it.

He showed me how my body can be used in ways I could never imagine.