The Old Neighbor Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Old Neighbor Ch. 01

... it in your delicate little fingers. Doesn't it feel nice in your hand?" The feeling of his humongous cock, hot and throbbing cock in her delicate hand had her feeling things, new things that she'd never felt before. She was torn by how wrong everything was but, at the same time, he was right, she had never seen anything this impressive before. She had only been with Alex for most of her young life; he was her only basis for comparison. There was a rightness to this as if she deserved to know the complete spectrum of sizes that a man's penis could assume. As grating and assertive as Albert's words and actions were, Sarah somehow couldn't bring herself to pull away.

"Albert... this is wrong, I don't know if I can-" Sarah began, feeling her own defenses waning with every second that slipped away, with every moment that his pulsing prick communicated its commanding presence to her sensitive palm.

"Shhh, Ms. Lawson, remember, as long as no one knows, this is all perfectly fine. It's just a part of our bet, a continuation of what we agreed on," Albert interrupted. "Now stroke it, Ms. Lawson. I won our bet fair and square. It's only right that you award the victor with his prize."

Sarah found herself subconsciously following his commands, slowly stroking his formidable shaft with her exquisitely soft hand. She was lost in the moment: a part of her recognized that what she was doing was inexcusably depraved. If anyone found out that she was stroking her older neighbor's ...

... cock in her garden shed, it would mean the end for her. But at the same time, there was a whole other part of her, a part that thrilled to that same depravity, that shuddered at the sensations that were suddenly coursing through her veins. Hot, lusty sensations that she hadn't felt in far too long. Sensations that she deserved to feel, that had been kept from her, locked away by the routines and rhythms of everyday existence. That part of her felt good, irrefutably aroused by the taboo nature of it all. She had no way to explain why she was so enthralled by it. Perhaps it was her pent-up sexual frustration gradually assuming control of her, dictating her actions. Sarah found herself wanting to keep chasing this feeling.

"Albert... this better stay between us, got it? And promise me that you'll delete that audio when we're done here," she sternly insisted, even as she conceded to his advances. Albert nodded and made a zipping gesture with his fingers across his lips. Rolling her green eyes, she gripped his cock tighter and began to stroke him faster.

"You dirty old man, Albert. Convincing your married neighbor to stroke your big cock," Sarah cooed in a low voice. Might as well lean into it, right? Stroke his ego as well as his cock? Seeing that his old faded blue eyes were fixated on her tits, she mischievously smirked and shoved his face into her chest as she jerked him off.

"Do you like my tits, Albert? Hmm, that's right, you dirty old man, suck on them," she ordered. ...