Your tall, fit, married neighbor see you get out of your car in flowing flower covered sundress as the breeze catches it giving quick glimpse of the black lace thong beneath. His blood starts pumping and the months of mediocre sex drive an impulsive thought. He comes up to your door and gives it a friendly knock. You open, texting your friend, and politely smile and say "can I help you"? Your large intimidating yet friendly neighbor replies "oh I hope you can, I'm making brownies for my daughter and I seem to be a little short on butter". A little butter never hurt anyone so of course you agree and turn to get it from the kitchen letting the door shut behind you. But the door didn't shut, instead the feral man crept in behind you.

The sounds of his shoes on the tile cause you to turn as your heart starts to pound. He's right there, shoving you onto your couch. You try to get up, try to escape but he flips you over effortlessly and pins your hands behind your back. As you struggle, you feel him freeing his cock from his salmon colored shorts and hiking your sundress up to reveal that irresistible ass. With one quick, violent motion the black lace thong that started it all is ripped from your body and tossed on the floor. You begin to beg as his hard cock is thrust inside but he shoves your face into your vanity couch pillow. Over and over he thrust, taking all of you, as you feel him explode in one final, furious thrust, breathing heavily.

Crying softly, you feel him release you and slowly exit as you lay there wondering what just happened, maybe it was a dream. As you look back at your neighbor who always waved good morning, his seed running down your thighs, you hear the snap of his camera and see a wicked smile.

"Now, never forget you are my whore now, it would be a shame if your boyfriend saw the slut you really are" he says calmly as he slides the phone into pocket and strolls to the fridge. You stay there in stunned disbelief as he takes a stick of butter and calmly walks out the door and back across the street, whistling to himself.