I always thought that my neighbor next door, Dave, was disgusting. Not in the usual sense, no. He wouldn’t smell or look dirty, but he had a personality that left a lot to be desired.
If I walked out of my apartment at the same time that he did he wouldn’t smile, only scoff, without saying a word. I didn’t know what his problem was and how he even lived in a society, but it wasn’t really my problem. He could live his life any way he liked it and I wasn’t planning to ever get closer to him, but one-day things changed in a way that I couldn’t have predicted.
I was coming home from the club, dressed up in a tiny black dress. I thought that I’d just get home without trouble, but I met Dave in the hallway. This time he stopped to look at me, a smile appearing on his face.
“Finally something sexy,” he said. “You dress like a nun usually, nice to see you acting like the slut that you are”
I couldn’t believe my ears. I knew that he was a piece of work, but I couldn’t imagine that he was this bad. I looked at him with disgust.
“You think it’s appropriate to talk to me like this? To treat me like a whore?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Why not? Don’t you like it?” he came closer and I suddenly felt weird. I felt hot between my legs, but I knew that it was impossible. I wouldn’t want this rude man that was insulting me like this.
“I bet you love it when guys call you a slut and put you on your knees to suck their dicks. Maybe you could suck mine?”
I didn’t know what was happening to me, but something about the way he treated me like I was a whore that was about to give him anything he wanted, was turning me on. But I wasn’t willing to just give up and lose my ground.
“You’re so brave now, aren’t you?” I almost screamed. “How about you pull your dick out and hope that I won’t bite it off?”
I looked around, realizing that it was nighttime and we were probably the only two people awake in the whole building. No one would see us if it happened. While I was thinking about it, Dave took my words seriously and started to unzip his pants. I looked at him, in shock, as he pulled his cock out and looked at me.
“You can start now”
I didn’t know what to do. He was still my rude neighbor who I didn’t want until a few moments ago, but now I felt the heat between my legs and a sharp desire to prove to him that I wasn’t afraid to do something risky. So I got on my knees and took him in my mouth.
The way he acted with me, the way he used me for his pleasure was both humiliating and arousing. Everything that he did to me felt so dirty and yet so good. I had never felt like this before, not a single one of my boyfriends was like this and now I was losing my mind, allowing Dave to cum in my mouth in the middle of the hall.
When it was done, he told me that he knew how talented my mouth was, but I didn’t listen. I went into my apartment and closed the door, thinking about what I had just done and with who. It was Dave. And I sucked him off. His cum was still in my mouth and I could taste it. I felt sick and disgusted with myself, yet strangely turned on, and little did I know that it was only the beginning.
I hoped that I would never see him again and I was trying my best. I was looking around before walking out of my door, I was making sure to keep away from the elevator, but in the end, it didn’t work. Dave knocked at my door and I was in his arms again.
I don’t know what it was about him, and I still don’t, but I never even liked him. I didn’t like how he acted, and I didn’t like how he looked, but still, the moment he called for me I was running to him, ready to fuck. He did something to me, he did something to my pussy that made me feel so good, even if it wasn’t right.
The way he treated me wasn’t getting better, but I still was with him and I couldn’t do anything about it. He would send me a message in the middle of the night and I would come running because I needed his cock so badly, he had well and truly seduced me.
I was usually already sleeping when he would text me, but I would still get up and come to his place. He would tell me how good I looked and how fuckable I was. I would hate it but still, get on my knees to suck him. He insisted that I do it first before he fucks me, just so he would know how loyal I was to him, to show how much exactly I wanted it. I thought that it was dirty and humiliating, but I still did it.
He loved to act as if it was a porn movie, so he would fuck my mouth, his cock going in my throat. I tried to just relax and go through with it, but deep inside I knew that it turned me on. He treated me like trash, but I was still willing to suck him. My pussy would be already wet by the time he would finish in my mouth. Or on my face. Or on my boobs. He didn’t care that I was dirty and covered in his cum, he just wanted to go on.
I liked it when he fucked me from behind, so I didn’t have to look at him and think about how I ended up in this situation. Dave loved it when I looked at him. He probably enjoyed the expression on my face when I would see him leaning over me, with his cock almost in my pussy.
He also loved me to beg for him, ask him to fuck me in the dirtiest terms. It wasn’t once or twice that I asked him to turn my pussy into his cum dumpster and he loved it.
The moment before I would feel his cock inside was the worst, but as soon as I had him everything was amazing. I was moaning and screaming his name as if nothing else mattered and it really didn’t. My pussy was stuffed and I knew that I’ll cum two times at least with Dave inside me.
After my visit, I would be left sweaty, dirty, and covered in his cum, but I didn’t really care. Shame would come the next day, but when I was there, with him offering me more, I was the happiest and most satisfied I’d ever been.
I still don’t know what it was about Dave that made me go this crazy. Since then no other man was able to make me do things I did with him and part of me was happy about it, while the other just wants someone to use me as a useless dirty slut again.