Neighbors

Neighbors, right? Fucking neighbors.
No, I mean literally. Fucking the neighbors. Well. They fucked. I
watched. She was so loud it made my cock hard, I'd hide in the
shadows and listen. Sometimes it would go on all weekend. The
bedroom window opened not ten feet from our stairwell. In summer,
she would stretch out in a hammock, like a model for swimsuits. He
lounged around their pool, his thick cockhead poking out of his
cutoffs. I can pick up on the bi-sexual vibes they're sending me for
a threesome or make some excuse and bug out.

Thing is, I am suddenly single again.

Thing is, I want someone to fuck. Not
forever. But maybe for awhile. Doesn't have to be loud. Doesn't
have to have a dirty mouth. And a dirty way of walking. That's the
Mrs. Biting and sucking his lipsticked-mouth, staring between
Daddy's wide thighs, that's Mr. Daddy owns them. Daddy uses them.
Anything you want, Daddy, they whisper.

I am Daddy.

When I drop over to visit, their mouths
are constantly on my cock and balls. I drop by often. Not every
night, god, no. But often. Their smell is still on me before I am
over there again. Smearing them on my skin. It's okay. I fuck both
of them. They like it. They like Daddy and Daddy's cock.

Two years. They'd been married for two
years. He had melted into her servant; she had flogged him into
submission, Daddy gave her an outlet. To be used. Fuck me, Daddy!
He did.

I did.

We tied Mr. down to a chair, His legs
wide; arms tight. Dick and balls exposed. Mrs. teasing it. Roughly.

Mr. gasping; dickshaft throbbing.
Pleeeeeeze,” he cries.

Mrs. swings her wet hips. “Wanna
fuck me, Daddy? Do you?”

“Fuck me hard while he fucks my
mouth? Would you like that, Daddy? Yeah?”

Daddy grazes his thick shaft across
Mr.'s mouth. “Make it wet.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Mr. shudders under Daddy's muscular
grip. “Is this mine?”

“Anything you want, Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy. Anything you want.”

“Come here and fuck Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Daddy's hand grabs Mrs. Grinds her
drooling mouth up and down his cock. It's dripping with her spit as
Daddy roughly thrusts it deep in the struggling Mr.'s mouth.

“Suck Daddy's cock, you whore.”

“Yes. Yes, Daddy. Thank you.”

Back and forth. Mr. and Mrs,
Raking, worshiping the glans. Devouring.every droplet of pre-cum.
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.” My neighbors. Whooo.

We fucked and sucked and played all
that summer. My summer of being a Daddy.

I know it's legit though. There's this
wave of guys that move – ebb and flo – in the wake of a powerful
Daddy. An invisible cruising field materializes around Daddy; a halo
of protection. “Stay away! This is our worshipped cock.!”

Mr. first, then Mrs. Mouths, lips,
tongues, twining in earnest carnal lust. For Daddy's cock.