Thread: The Whore Next Door! (Jack Stalker and Secret_Desire)

The Whore Next Door! Frank Grant had mainly hated living next door to the Porter family they were far too conservative for his liking, way too intolerant of music, parties, noise of any kind and anything which remotely resembled fun. They obviously had a problem with anyone wliked to enjoy themselves or maybe it was because at the age of thirty two they thought he was too old to be having as much fun as he did. They even managed to give him bad looks and pass comments when he simply giving them a smile or a friendly wave when he picked up his morning paper from the lawn or popped outside to see off an associate from a meeting. Fortunately their suburban homes bordered one another and he could see easily into their pristine looking garden and backyard, whereas his own was littered with pool toys and the remnants of one barbecue too may which he had not yet gotten around to packing away. Occasionally he would find a couple of guests out back from a party he had held in a previous week as well, which no doubt horrified the Porters even more. It was the reward of being single and having the time to enjoy the money he was making from his business as an talent agent. What he had found to love about living next to the Porters was the fact that from one of his spare rooms he could see into their young, eighteen year old, daughters bedroom. It was just the right angle to give him a glimpse of the fit young whore they had given birth to, who was only now blossoming into a perfect fuck for some lucky bastard. As long as he kept annoying them and staying on their radar, maybe that bastard would be him. He had a feeling he would be just the right person for her to rebel against her parents with. Since Natalie Porter had caught his eye he had thought about nothing else other than sinking his hot burning foot long shaft into her tight young cunt and drilling her hard, until the screaming little slut had been taught the price for flashing her flesh the way she did. He had seen her in their pool, in their yard, in their house, her tight perfect body calling out to him in reality and in his dreams. He had shunned all contact since setting his sights on her and more and more ensured that he was around when she headed to school, when she got home and when she was simply hanging out when her parents popped out. He always had an excuse, especially in the hot weather they were experiencing, to be washing his car, working under the bonnet or cutting the grass with the loudest mower he could find. He even arranged to be taking a swim in his pool out back, leaving the scent of his barbecuing food to waft over and invade the loudly announced vegetarian nostrils of her mother, particularly when he noticed that Natalie was making use of her own pool area. He had discovered her name was Natalie by listening to the chastising of her parents and to him it was the perfect name for the cock teasing little slut. Every day he was so hard and so turned on every time he caught sight of her, being this close to perfection was torturous. Then it happened, the conversations about the acts he managed and the actors he guided had started, he made sure he was around when she got home and her parents were late coming back from some outing. He was there when she was relaxing in the back yard and they were talking in the living room. He was there when she left to sneak out of the house, to catch her eye from her window late at night, his lust fuelled gaze raping her a dozen times over with every glance. He put himself in her thoughts, made sure to let her know that if she wanted to feel like a real woman then she needed the cock of a real man stretching out her insides and violating her flesh. Getting her phone number had been easy. This morning he had sent her a text, enticing her to pop out of the house before her parents were even awake, to come round to get her hands on a new I-Phone model he had procured for her, one which would let them stay in contact easier when her parents were not around, maybe even when they were. There were no limits to the risks he considered when he was around her, in fact he planned to christen her room one night, hand over her mouth and cock deep in her holes as he tore her sweat body apart under the same innocent roof as her unknowing mother and father. Gagged with his fingers as he drilled his raging hard on into her tight cunt and kept her teetering on the brink of an orgasm until morning, when he would leave her sweat stained and cum soaked body to greet whoever came to get her up for school. He knew what she wanted. He knew what she needed. He knew she was a cock teasing whore eager for cock and ready to get herself fucked to oblivion by her neighbour, maybe to spite her parents, maybe because he was so hot she could not last another day without soaking herself, maybe because his was the face she saw when she fucked herself with her fingers. Right now he was outside his house, clearing out his garage, waiting to get her inside and wreck the silence with her screams until it was time to dispatch her back to her house to get ready for school. He was wondering if she would slip out the back, climb out of her window or walk out of the front door, the wait to see her and feel his hands on her flesh was almost unbearable, yet intoxicating at the same time. Whatever happened, he knew that he was not going to be satisfied with anything less than the feel of her tight cunt sucking on his searing shaft, until it wept in release all over his ravaging erection.