Neighbours - Chapter 52 - Sex Stories

Neighbours - Chapter 52

... loved her, but that had never been enough to keep me from sneaking away to spend time online with my fantasies and kinks. She was so beautiful and sexy, with a simply amazing body, but yet over and over I had found reasons to let her go up to bed alone so that I could sneak into my office in the dark of night and jerk off to sissy porn instead of having sex with her.

It was clear that Liam could give her more pleasure than I could, with his powerful masculinity and much larger cock. Lydia too seemed to be a better lover for my own wife than I was. Cheryl was falling for her right in front of my eyes.

My neighbour, the man who lived next door, had taken control of my life and even my body. I couldn’t get hard, not to mention fuck, without his permission and desire. He’d taken my cock away from my wife, just as he had taken her ass as his own. I was left obeying him completely, with a new sex life that seemed to focus around men and cocks and cum. I should have been trying to run or escape, but I could not escape the truth of what he’d also said today, that I loved every minute of it.

When Cheryl arrived home, her presence reminded me of the joy I felt around her. I was able to give her a good evening with the meal I had prepared, and by caring for her afterwards. I felt an urge to attend to her, getting her drinks and sitting at the end of the sofa as we relaxed, rubbing her feet. If I couldn’t be the best lover for her, the best man, maybe there was more I could ...

... be.

When she started to drift off, I helped her up to bed and kissed her on the forehead, again amazed by her simple beauty, and grateful to be near it, even if things between us were changing.

Alone again as night fell, I went to my office and signed in. The counts still went up, both on the pay site and on twitter. More and more people were seeing me as the sissy slut Crissy, the cock-sucking slut owned by her Master. There was less and less of any other work to attend to, so Crissy was becoming my job too. My career. My work life and my home life, all of it taken over by Liam. Was this what I’d always dreamed of? My fantasies and dreams had always ended — either with me waking up, or with the end of oh-so-brief moments of time alone. I had no idea how, or if, all of this was going to end for me this time.

I wasn’t going to get answers here alone, so I closed everything down and quietly got myself ready and slipped into bed beside Cheryl. One of the last thoughts I remembered before drifting off was to question if she was dreaming of Liam or Lydia, or perhaps even me.

The next morning went as per routine. I was up first, putting on coffee and doing my part to get Cheryl ready for work. She left with a smile and a kiss, and I barely watched her drive away before heading down to put on my work uniform of panties and stockings under my clothes.

I started up the computer again and started the day by responding to the growing number of private messages that had come ...