Part one is here. part 1

Eva’s suggestive text just stared out at me the neon warmth of my screen and it hypnotised me. Was I dreaming this? Did I get carried away and fantasise it all?

Ever the planner, I figured she either genuinely needed help or I was about to fulfil an extraordinary fantasy.

I showered, cut my nails, and popped over in record time. Casually answering the door, she tilted her head politely and smiled ‘I thought you abandoned me?’ Her charm oozed out of every syllable. She was friendly and effortlessly seductive. Despite being heavily pregnant she moved with ease to the living room where she sat knees together with her hand on her belly.

‘What can I do for you?’ I asked in the most neutral tone. I was suddenly aware she didn’t acknowledge the last time we saw eachother, as if she was ashamed or maybe a one time thing and she was doing this to show that our time together watching was scrubbed from reality.

‘I’ve been on my feet all day and I’m struggling. My neck aches and my breasts are sore and sensitive. They’re so swollen. Can you see? I tried yoga to stretch but it just left me hot and sweaty but still in dire need of release. Can you help by rubbing my shoulders?’ As she handed me a tub of coconut oil, her forearm squeezed and uplifted her chest causing perspiration to swell and drip over her cleavage.

Still not too sure, I sat by her and applied the oil to her neck. She swivelled and lifted her perfumed hair exposing skin glistening. I applied pressure and she moaned and sighed. Her head swayed with each press and her shoulders dropped revealing a toned back. I slid my leg around her and along the sofa to get a deeper angle and moved closer to behind her. I was far enough to be innocent but close enough for her to feel my cock pushing into her back.

Without a word between us she pulled down her top. Her breasts were exposed yet hidden from me over her should. As if the most normal thing between two strangers, she fondled them and squeezed them with her left hand squealing in pleasure. With her other hand she applied some coconut oil. Silently she moved her hand around down my sweatpants and stroked and lubed my cock. She didn’t acknowledge it.

‘My breasts are already lactating. I’m going to be such a good mommy. Aren’t I?’ She didn’t look at me but instead looked at the sunlight and basked on the warmth as her thumb teased precum from my head. She let go and applied to her nipples and lactated. The mix of her milk and my milk oozed and slipped her wet fingers into her mouth. She tasted them and let out a moan like the ones I heard through the wall. She returned to my cock.

‘But good mommy’s need a good daddy to take care of them. My sweet Ben isn’t enough. You’re here to be a good daddy aren’t you? Hmmm? Speak up daddy’. She teased like a brat, a knowing brat. She didn’t bother making eye contact at all.

Enraged and enthralled and slid my hand over her belly to her clit. She yelped in delight. Every inch of her covered in sweat as I milked her nipples and lubed her already dripping clit with it. She yielded and bend down with her face to the pillow.

My turn to tease. Her ass and pussy presented to me I licked her clit and labia. My hands explored her breasts and raked my fingers down her back. ‘Daddy needs me to make sure his slut is obedient. And after your little show last week you need to be broken in don’t you slut?

At that moment she realised I was in charge. Her face reddened with shame and excitement. ‘Yes daddy, forgive me for being a whore. I couldn’t help myself. I came every hour for a week thinking of you watching me. I denied Ben because he wasn’t a real man. All for you. Please reward me.’

I dove back to her clit teasing her pearl with my tongue my fingers exploring her hips and thighs. I punctuated my tongue fucking with spanks. Met each time with a yelp and gratitude for her daddy.

I picked up the pace and began fucking her with my mouth. On the mantelpiece I saw a picture of her and Ben on their wedding dad and fingered her ass as I saw it. The moment I did she instantly came and squirted on my mouth. I expertly held as much juice in my mouth as I could stood over her and yanked her head up. Her jaw wide open I spat her squirt into her mouth. She gargled a pitiful ‘thank you daddy’ and swallowed.

‘Nice place you have here’ I said as I pushed her face onto my cock. ‘Really nice use of colours. Did you get an interior designer?’ I ask nonchalantly as I fucked her face and slapped her face each time she failed to answer. My balls slapped against her chin and her eyes watered. I trained her to hold my cock for ten, then 20, then 30 the 60 seconds at a time. Each release was a gasp of air and gratitude. We were well into the visceral animal fuckfest we both yearned for. The sound of her gag and gurgling made me push into her throat faster edging me closer to exploding into her. She paused and as she moved off my cock it was covered in juices and fluids to intertwined to distinguish.

I pulled off her mouth knowing she was about to break and explode again and I wanted it on my cock. I locked her throat with my forearm from behind standing behind her as she cried in pleasure. I entered her wet creamy pussy. Her screams burst through gritted teeth and intermixed with sexual mumblings difficult to understand in the moment. I pulled back her eyelids and made her look at her wedding picture.

Whispering ‘I’m fucking you in front of Ben. Daddy is going to cum and breed you even more in front of your husband. He’s watching you being the whore you truly are.’ Every other syllable was punctuated with a thrust into her. ‘Tell daddy how good it is to be fucked in front of your husband. Tell the picture. Tell Ben.’

‘B-B-en, daddy’s fucking me like the slut I Ammmmmm! He’s fucking me infront of of you, mm-my husband..SHIIIIIITTTTTT!’ The eruption of her orgasm clenched on my cock so hard it was as if my cum was sucked out and I exploded so hard into her I froze. We remained silent and frozen pulsating in our orgasms for what felt like minutes and collapsed onto the sofa. Not a word between us, even when Eva dutifully cleaned me with her mouth and made pointed gulping sounds of swallowing the sweat and god knows what other fluids. As she finished, she looked up me confused as to what to with me next. ‘So what next for us?’

With all sense of good neighbourly behaviour abandoned, I cradled her head, kissed her passionately, locked my eyes and said ‘tomorrow we break Ben and make him watch.’

Part 3?