Dominated by the Girl Next Door - Part 1

Most of the time, Phil hated that the apartment building he lived in had such thin walls. He hated that he could hear the old couple next door arguing at all hours of the day. He hated that he could hear even quiet conversations on the street outside his windows, that he could hear it every single time someone honked their horn or revved their engine. He hated that it was almost impossible to get good sleep because someone was always loud at some point during the night.

There was one benefit to those thing walls, though, and that was the thrill of listening to his neighbor Chloe have sex. She was young, beautiful, and quite amorous, as it turned out. There were weeks when she got fucked every single night. There were days when she got fucked two or three times, and not always by the same guy, at least based on the tenor of the grunts and groans Phil could hear.

The first time it happened was two days after Chloe moved in. Phil was sitting on his couch watching TV when he heard the moans. It was a guy. Phil turned up the TV at first - he didn't want to listen to a guy moan - but not long after he heard Chloe moaning. He muted the TV. He listened. He heard her moans getting louder. He heard what sounded like the bed moving and slamming into the wall. By the time it was over, Phil was sporting an erection from listening to his beautiful new neighbor get pounded.

For a while Phil tried to resist masturbating to the sounds of sex coming from the apartment next door, though he never resisted the allure of listening. He always sat on his couch and let the sounds of sex wash over him. He'd close his eyes and imagine Chloe in a variety of positions. He'd picture her on her hands and knees with the guy's hand in her hair. He'd picture her riding the guy's cock. He'd picture her on her back with the guy fucking her in missionary while her legs were wrapped around him.

Once he started masturbating to the sounds of sex, Phil couldn't stop. He jerked off each and every time Chloe got fucked. He came hard, too. He was having some of the best orgasms of his life. It was so much better than watching porn and stroking his cock. Better in every way.

Phil saw Chloe in the hallway, at the mailboxes, or in the parking area from time to time, but they only ever exchanged pleasantries. She didn't even seem to know his name, though he knew hers. He knew she was far too hot for him, too, that he didn't stand a chance with her. He wasn't the kind of guy that spent his time pining for a girl he'd never have, either. He just liked listening to her fuck and he liked masturbating to that. He would have been happy for it to continue that way for years.

Things changed, though. It was a Saturday afternoon. Phil had a college football game on the TV, though he was hoping he'd get to mute it and listen to Chloe get fucked. His mind had wandered to that particular delight when a knock on the door pulled him from his fantasy.

Phil wasn't expecting a delivery, but there was a small envelope resting on the door mat. His name was written on the front, but otherwise it was blank. Phil picked it up, shut the door, and opened the envelope. Inside he found a pink lace thong and a small, folded piece of paper.

Phil opened the paper and read the note:

"Hey there, neighbor. I had these panties on the last time I got fucked. I got on top, pulled the little thong aside, and sat down on his big cock. He came inside me and I pulled these pretty panties over my pussy and let his cum drip into them. I thought you might like to wrap them around your dick and stroke yourself while you listen to me get fucked. Or maybe you're the kind of guy that likes to sniff a pair of dirty, used panties while he's jerking off.

You're free to do whatever you want, my pervy little neighbor. I would like to make a request, though. Don't cum while I'm getting fucked. Don't cum while you're listening. Don't cum and I'll give you a gift after he leaves, a gift that I think you're going to love."

Phil lifted the used panties to his nose without thinking. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. They smelled of perfume, sex, and cum. They were a little crusty, too, which meant they'd been wet, either with another man's cum or Chloe's juices.

His heart pounded. His loins tingled. Phil wasn't sure how Chloe knew he'd been listening or why she'd decided to give him a gift, but it didn't matter. Not in that moment.

Instead, Phil inhaled the scent of her used panties once more. He thought of how he'd masturbated to Chloe getting fucked just two days prior. He thought of the thong resting against her ass while she rode a big cock. He thought of her getting fucked hard and fast and his dick got stiff. He was going to take Chloe up on her offer. He was going to stroke his cock with her panties while he listened to her fuck.

Phil was still standing by the door with the panties in his hand when the guy showed up.

"Hey, baby," Phil heard his lovely neighbor say after a loud, almost aggressive knock from her lover. "Are you gonna give my tight little pussy what it needs?"

"You know I am," the guy replied.

Her door shut a moment later. Phil moved to the couch and stripped off his pants. He held the panties in one hand and his cock in the other. It was silent for a few minutes, and then he heard the guy moaning. Chloe must have been doing down on him. Phil imagined his neighbor's soft, sexy lips wrapped around a big cock. He imagined her giving beautiful head, sucking wildly and wondrously in the name of getting the guy hard so he'd fuck her like she craved.

Phil wrapped the used panties around his cock and stroked the moment he heard Chloe start to moan. She was getting fucked. She was having sex in the apartment next door and Phil had a pair of her lacy, sexy underwear wrapped tightly around his dick as he masturbated slowly. It felt so much better than he thought.

Chloe moaned louder than usual and Phil wondered if she was putting on a show. Did she know he'd be listening? Did she somehow have a sense that he'd do what she wanted?

Though he wanted to cum, Phil held off. He couldn't resist the allure of receiving some sort of gift - no matter what it was - from Chloe. So he listened to her have wild, wondrous, loud sex - the kind of sex Phil never had - and his cock stayed rock hard the entire time.

Phil stayed on the couch after the sex ended. He slowly stroked his cock with Chloe's used panties. He listened for any sign of his gift being delivered. Eventually her front door opened. She said something to the guy. He left. Another minute passed without a sound.

Then there was a knock on his door. Phil shot up off the couch. He opened the door hoping to see Chloe, but instead there was another envelope on the ground. It wasn't until he bent over to pick it up that he remembered he was naked, so Phil quickly grabbed the envelope and stepped back inside. He saw another pair of panties and a note. He pulled it out.

"I'm going to give you a chance to prove that you're every bit the naughty little pervert I think you are. You'll find my cum-filled panties in this envelope. I wore them while he fucked me, just like last time. His cum dripped into them, just like last time. This time, though, I'm delivering them fresh.

I want you to be a good little pervert for me and wrap those cum-soaked panties around your cock. I want you to masturbate with them. I want you to soak your cock in his load while you think about him fucking me. I want you to acknowledge that you're the kind of man that gets off on masturbating with another guy's cum as lube.

Do it for me, pervert. Do it and I'll let you see my pussy. I'll let you see it up close, in fact. I might even let you taste it. You have to soak your cock in his cum first, though.

When you're done, I want you to take a picture of your cum-soaked cock with my panties wrapped around it. Knock on my door and show me the picture."

Phil pulled the red lace panties from the envelope. He felt the wetness against his fingers. They were utterly soaked in another man's cum, cum that had been fucked into Chloe's pussy just a few minutes prior. Phil delicately opened the panties up and saw the cum in the gusset. He saw the evidence that Chloe had been fucked and filled.

He walked to the couch and sat down. He lifted the used panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. The smell of sex and cum was potent and Phil closed his eyes and smiled as pleasure filled his body. Though some part of him knew it was insane to masturbate with a cum-soaked pair of panties, Phil was going to do it.

He looked down at his cock, smiled at the sheer insanity of what he was about to do, and wrapped the panties around his stiff shaft. The warmth and thickness of the cum immediately enveloped his dick and Phil closed his eyes and moaned. He felt a kind of pleasure he'd never experienced before. He felt it from head to toe, as if his entire body had come alive with lust.

Phil stroked his cum-soaked cock slowly. Wet, squishy sounds filled the air. He looked down to see that his shaft was coated in another man's semen. He felt some of it drip down onto his balls. He didn't find it disgusting or disturbing, though. He found it thrilling. He found it hugely pleasurable.

Phil had the best orgasm of his life with the cum-soaked panties wrapped around his cock. He didn't even bother trying to catch his cum. He was too caught up in the pleasure he felt. He let his load spray all over. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered - outside of his pleasure - in that moment.

When he was finished cumming, Phil closed his eyes, leaned back, and smiled. It was unquestionably fucked up that his cock was now soaked in another man's cum, and yet he still didn't care. His orgasm had been too good to care.

Phil grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of his messy cock with her panties still wrapped around it. He wanted his reward. He wanted to see Chloe's pussy. He wanted to taste it.

He cleaned up and got dressed. He put both pairs of panties in an envelope and stepped into the hallway. Phil felt nervous as he stepped in front of his neighbor's door and raised his hand to knock. What if she opened the door and laughed in his face for being such a pathetic pervert? What if the whole thing was some sort of cruel joke she was playing on him?

The door opened before Phil had a chance to knock. Chloe was dressed in a black satin robe with lace trim and Phil couldn't help but stare at her hard nipples as they tried to break through the thin layer of soft fabric.

"Show me the picture," Chloe demanded.

Phil pulled out his phone, pulled up the picture, and showed it to Chloe. Her lips curled into a slight smile, but otherwise she had no reaction.

"Make sure you're home tomorrow night," Chloe said as she stepped back and moved to close the door. "I'll be stopping by for a visit."

"I brought your panties back," Phil said as he held up the envelope.

"They're yours now, pervert," she replied before smiling. "In fact, I want you to wear a pair of them tomorrow night. If you're not in them, the fun we're having will be over."

She closed the door before Phil could say another word. He had every intention of wearing the panties, though. After all, he'd already masturbated with another guy's cum as lube. Wearing a pair of panties seemed like a small thing compared to that.

Chloe was getting fucked again. Phil was in the red panties he'd masturbated with the day before. He'd felt ridiculous when he'd put them on, but the moment Chloe started moaning that feeling disappeared. In its place was desire, and a deeper kind of desire than usual, too. One that seemed to be fueled by the fact that he'd put on a pair of his neighbor's used panties at her request, that he hadn't even questioned it.

Chloe hadn't been specific about whether Phil was allowed to masturbate as she got fucked, but he suspected she didn't want him to cum, so he settled for playing with his cock through the panties while he listened to the wild moans coming from the apartment next door. It proved a little painful as his cock tried to get hard in the tight confines of Chloe's underwear, but Phil even found enjoyment in that discomfort.

The sex was quicker than usual as the guy was in Chloe's apartment for no more than ten minutes. Soon after he left, there was a knock on Phil's door. He rushed to open it and saw Chloe in the same black satin robe she'd worn the day before.

She stepped into his apartment without saying a word, though she had a smile on her face. "I like that you did as you were told," she said. "That you wore my panties."

Chloe untied the satin strap keeping her robe closed and it fell open. Phil stared at her flawlessly perky breasts for a few seconds and then his eyes moved down her stomach and to a pair of light blue panties that hugged her pussy.

"Get on your knees," she instructed.

Phil dropped to his knees without hesitation. He saw damp spots in her panties, and not just around her pussy lips. It seemed like an impressive mess waited behind the delicate lace.

"I promised I'd let you see my pussy," Chloe said. "But you'll have to do something for me if you want to see it. Are you willing to that, pervert?"

"Yes," Phil replied with a nod.

Chloe smiled and reached down to slip two fingers into the waistband of her delicate panties. She pulled them down at an achingly slow pace, revealing her pubic hair and the thick dollops of cum that were matted into it. The inside of her panties were soaked in cum, too.

"I had him pull out before he came," Chloe explained. "I had him cum on my pussy inside of in my pussy. He got a little sloppy and came in my pubic hair and all around my pretty little pussy. He made an absolute mess of me, and you're going to clean that mess if you want to see my pussy. And if you do a good job, if you clean up every drop of his cum, I'll even let you taste my cunt. I'll let you put that eager tongue of yours inside me. I'll let you taste what he was allowed to fuck. Would you like that? Are you eager enough to taste my pussy that it would be worth licking up the mess he made?"

"Yes," Phil said.

"Then do it," Chloe instructed. "Clean his cum out of my pubic hair. Lick it out of my panties. Clean all of it and I'll show you my pussy."

Phil leaned forward and licked the cum out of her panties. He recoiled at the taste - it was awful - but then he leaned in and went right back to work. He was driven by lust and by a desire for what Chloe had promised. He wanted to taste her pussy, to put his tongue inside her, to let it travel where another man's cock had traveled.

"What a good little pervert you are," Chloe said softly as Phil dutifully licked and sucked the cum out of her pubic hair. "I knew I was right about you. I knew I could get you to do whatever I wanted, that I could get you wrapped around my little finger and turn you into my little bitch. I could see it in the way you looked at me any time we passed by each other. I could tell you'd been listening to me getting fucked, to me getting my tight little pussy pounded. I could see that you were enamored with me. I could also see that you knew you'd never be able to have me. I like that in a man. I like it when he understands his place, when he embraces that he's not worthy of me."

"I know I'm not worthy of you," Phil said.

"No talking," she replied. "Just clean his fucking mess. There's no need to speak unless I ask you to. I don't need you for that. I need you to be a nasty little pervert for me."

Chloe lowered her panties a little more and Phil devoured the fresh cum she'd revealed. He was achingly close to her clit, but it was still behind the delicate lace of her panties. He wanted it, but he knew better than to try and take it. He knew he had to wait, to clean the mess like she wanted, like a good little pervert.

"Fuck, I fucking love that you're devouring his cum like a nasty little pervert," Chloe said before putting a hand on the back of Phil's head and pressing hard, pushing his face into her pubic hair and rubbing the remnants of the cum over his lips and chin.

Eventually, Chloe stepped back, took off her satin robe, and lowered her panties, leaving her naked in front of Phil. Her pussy lips were soaked in cum and a little of it dripped out of her and onto the floor. She looked down to see the dollop of thick white cream, smiled, and said, "Lick it up, pervert."

Phil crawled forward, dropped down, and licked another man's cum from his floor. He swallowed it, sat back on his knees, and looked at Chloe's pussy, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

"You might be even more of a pervert than I thought," Chloe said. "Which means we might have even more fun than I thought we would. That makes me happy. Does that make you happy, pervert?"

"Yes," Phil admitted.

"Get on your back," she said. Phil quickly moved to his back and Chloe stood astride his head. She squatted and slowly lowered her pussy until it was inches from his mouth. "I'm going to let you put your tongue inside me. I'm going to let you taste me."

She dropped her pussy onto his mouth and Phil pushed his tongue deep inside her. He flicked it back and forth and tried his best to lick her clit, but Chloe wouldn't let him. Instead, she lifted her hips until her pussy was just out of reach.

"Do I taste good?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"And do you want more? Do you want to eat my pussy and make me cum?" Chloe said.

"I want that more than anything," Phil answered.

Chloe smiled and reached down. Her finger found her clit and she rubbed it slowly. Her pussy lips opened just a little and a bit of fluid dripped out and into Phil's open mouth. He wanted to lift his head from the floor and put his tongue inside her. He wanted to taste more of her, to lick up whatever was inside her. So he did.

Chloe reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair. She pushed his head against the floor and her grip was tight enough that it hurt. "I didn't say you could taste my pussy again. I gave you one taste and that's all you get, pervert. You're going to lie there and you're going to watch me masturbate. You can lick up anything that drips out of me, but that's all you get. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Phil said.

Chloe released her grip on his hair and resumed playing with her clit. She rubbed it furiously. Juices dripped out of her. Phil caught them all on his tongue and he swallowed the salty, sweet concoction. His cock throbbed in Chloe's red panties as he watched and he felt an overpowering desire for more. She didn't give him more, though. She let him watch, and that was all she let him do.

Chloe squirted when she came. A mess of liquid poured out of her pussy and onto Phil's face. Enough that he closed his eyes to prevent it from burning. He took it, though. He welcomed it. He didn't care. It felt good.

When she was finished, Chloe stood and put her panties and robe back on. She walked towards the door, grabbed the handle, and turned to say, "Feel free to masturbate, but keep the panties on and cum in them if you do. Oh, and make sure you wear them for the rest of the day whether you cum in them or not."

She was gone a moment later, leaving Phil on the floor and soaked in her juices. He reached down and rubbed his cock through the panties. He was absolutely going to masturbate and he was absolutely going to cum. He didn't care that doing so meant he'd spend the rest of the day with his cock and balls soaked in his cum. He was far too turned on to do anything other than masturbate.

While he jerked off, Phil thought of what Chloe might have in store for him next. Whatever it was, he was on board, for he'd never been so turned on and a girl with a kinky imagination like hers was a rare find.