JENNIE
Daddy! Oh God, fuck me, Daddy!
I yank my pillow over my head, but it does nothing to hide the noises from next door. The walls are thin in this building.
It's after midnight, and an unprecedented series of moans and groans have been spilling from my neighbor Lisa's apartment. Now that we're into the wee hours, the dirty talk is kicking into high gear.
And it's making me wet.
Please, Daddy, shove it in me.
I have a case going to trial in the morning, for God's sake. My briefcase and purse sit on a chair next to the suit hanging on my closet door. I need to clear my head and get some fucking sleep, but all I can hear are another girl's moans.
All I want is to be in her place.
Daddy, ow. OW! Ooooh, that hurts so good.
My thighs part, and I stroke my damp pussy. My fingers slide to my swollen clit. I'm in a state of shock that my nice, polite neighbor, a forty-something girl who's a chef at a fancy restaurant, is into this kinky shit.
Lisa is fit. She wears cute little glasses. Her black hair looks so silky and her hazel eyes crinkle adorably when whe smiles.
But I bet she's not smiling right now. Het face is contorted with lust as she looks down at me — no, her. Thrusting...pounding...maybe slapping. Would she do that?
A Tinder hookup. That's my best guess. She's half her age and I saw them introduce themselves to each other right outside her door.
Make me your SLUT, Daddy!
Jesus. I can't concentrate. She keeps jolting me out of my own fantasy. Maybe it's because the dirty talk sounds so chipper. So oddly impersonal.
Checking the time on my phone, I chuck it onto the nightstand. I can't perform on less than six hours of sleep anymore, much less bounce out of bed bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
I'm thirty-five years old, I don't have time for this shit.
I roll out of bed, my pussy throbbing for release. I'm tired. I'm annoyed. And I'm dangerously excited to think of Lisa all dominant and mean in bed. Precisely because she's always been such a good neighbor.
Whenever she bakes — basically every weekend — she leaves a plate of goodies on my doorstep. She invited our entire floor for a dinner party when she moved in, featuring spaghetti carbonara that caused me to die several ecstatic deaths and really good Chianti. She gets the paper delivered and always gives me the Sunday Times when she's finished. She even leaves the crossword for me.
I've had a crush on Lisa for months and done nothing about it. Because we're both consumed by our jobs. Because we're neighbors.
And now she's screwing someone literally young enough to be her daughter.
Who's screaming too loudly to let me sleep or fantasize.
Uhhh! Yeah Daddy, spank me! Harder, harder!
Stomping across my apartment, I grab my stereo speakers and drag them right up against the offending wall. I cue up the sassiest, perkiest dance music I can find and crank the volume way, way up.
Then I let out my frustration in a one-girl dance party — flailing, shimmying, singing at the top of my lungs.
It doesn't take long. In under a minute, there's a firm, pissed-off knock at my door.
Rap. Rap.
I switch off the music and catch a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror as I go to answer that ominous knock. My short brunette hair is practically standing on end. I rake my fingers through it. My heart is pounding, and it accelerates when I open the door to see Lisa. With sport bra, wearing plaid boxers and the body God gave her. No sign of the glasses.
She's in excellent shape. The woman has done good things with the material she's been given. Her hair is damp with sweat, and irritation rolls off her.
"Can I help you?" I chirp.
Her eyes drift to the mess of my curly brunette hair, then down to my bare shoulders. I cross my arms, which pushes up my ample cleavage in my short, sheer lilac nightie.
I'm tall and curvy — thick. No one would call me a little girl by any stretch of the imagination. But I suddenly want to be one for Lisa, and it takes my breath away.
"Care to explain the meaning of that loud music after quiet hours?" She asks, low and curt. "You're a lawyer, Jennie. You know what the noise ordinances are."
Oooh, do I love that lecturing tone. Even if it's left over from the show in her bedroom.
"I'm sorry." I widen my eyes. "I just couldn't sleep, what with all the noise coming from your place. It was so distracting, I had to put on my favorite song to drown it out."
Her mouth opens and closes.
"I apologize," she finally says. "I didn't realize the walls were that thin."
"Don't worry," I assure her. "I didn't hear you. Just her."
Her eyes darken. She says nothing.
"She's awfully bossy, isn't she?" I ask sweetly. "Considering you're the one in charge."
Now her gaze travels over me. I uncross my arms to let her see how hard my nipples are through my nightie. Two pinkish buds ready for her to capture and cruelly twist. A trickle of juice slips down my thigh, because it feels so exciting — so dangerous — to be exposed to her. Especially since there's another girl waiting back in her room. My panties are still lying in my bed, and I know she can see the dark vee of my pussy through my nightgown.
"Are you in charge, Lisa?" I ask softly. "Because if this going to be a regular occurrence..."
She drags her eyes back to my face. "It won't be. If you're ever bothered again, please ring my doorbell instead of resorting to measures that disturb the entire building."
I cock one hip, resting my hand on it, and flutter my lashes. "Yes, Daddy."
She does a slow blink. Then her face changes completely. Her eyelids lower, and a faint smile tugs the corner of her mouth.
"Don't sass me, Jen" she says softly.
"Or what?"
The question hangs between us. Our eyes lock.
"What'll you do if I misbehave again? Will you punish me?"
That smile quirks her lips, sinister this time, and she tucks it away.
"I just might." Over her bare shoulder, she adds, "Don't try me."
As she walks to her door, I stare at the sexy planes of her shoulders and back. Her firm ass. When the door closes with a click, I stumble into my own apartment and dive in bed.
Now my pussy is slick. I squirm and moan, getting tangled up in the sheets. Rubbing my clit in frantic circles, I slide my fingers inside my eager cunt. So tight and excited for Lisa, begging for her attention.
All is quiet from next door, and I stifle my own noises in the pillow. Out of courtesy for the neighbors.
"Daddy," I whimper. "Show me how to behave."
Oh, I will, little girl.
I haven't been a little girl in decades. But I want to be, for her.
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Over the next week, I bide my time. There are no further visits from Tinder Girl. No moans or Oh Daddys from Lisa's apartment. I focus on work, but every night, I feel Lisa over me. Behind me. Surrounding me. Taking charge, punishing me, while I moan in embarrassment and delight. I rub myself like mad, coming on my fingers in orgasms that only leaving me wanting more.
Wanting her.
On Sunday, I get my chance. I hear a thump on my doorstep in the afternoon. When I open the door, there's Lisa's Sunday paper, all neatly folded and ready for me to enjoy. I page through it feverishly.
But it's just a newspaper. There's no sign that anything other than good-neighborliness has passed between us.
I open to the crossword, which she always leaves blank. I'm hoping for some message. Maybe "Be a good girl, Jen" scrawled in the first few spaces. "Or else." But there's nothing.
Her silence riles me up, even though the ball is clearly in my court.
I scribble my own message in the crossword, heedless of the spacing.
Oh Daddy Lisa, I can't help but be bad. I try so hard, but I keep touching my little pussy and thinking of you. I need your discipline. I need your COCK. Please, Daddy.
Holy shit. I'm not a shy girl, but I've never been this brazen. Before I lose my nerve, I march to her door and rip the paper apart. Page after page of the Sunday Times flutters into the air and lands on her welcome mat. I'm so bratty, I take my own breath away. It's an unbelievable mess. As a crowning touch, I leave the crossword on top like a cherry for her to pick. I consider folding it, for decency's sake, but don't.
Then I ring her bell three times, quick, and dash into my own apartment, giggling like a madwoman.
Rap. Rap.
I open the door, all innocence. Lisa towers in front of me, her arms folded.
"Yeeessss?" I carol.
"Jennie." Her eyes are hard behind her glasses. It's a Lisa I've never seen before; the lecture last night was just a glimpse. "Did you make that spectacular mess in front of my door?"
"Yes, Daddy," I murmur. Just saying it makes me shiver. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Be back at my door in five minutes," she barks. No trace of a smile on her face. "Oh, and take off those ratty sweats and put on a pretty dress for me. Don't even think of being late."
She walks away and her door closes firmly.
I gasp, heat washing my cheeks. I've never been spoken to that way. If it were anyone else, I'd give them a verbal backhand they'd never forget.
But Lisa's words leave me tingling. Hot. Aching for her hands all over my body.
Off come the comfy gray sweatpants and law-school hoodie I lounge around in on the weekends. I rush to my closet and yank out my dresses for consideration. Most of them say power. Take me seriously. No nonsense here. Finally I pull out a pale yellow sundress from the back — an impulse buy — and slip it over my head. It's patterned with sunflowers. Sweet and girly, it bares my arms, hints at my cleavage, and comes to mid-thigh.
Perfect. I finger-comb my hair and whip out the lipgloss, pouting at the mirror. Then I dash to Lisa's apartment and knock — politely.
She opens the door. Instead of ushering me in, she stands in the doorway and lifts my chin with one finger.
"Are you sure about this, Jen?" She asks very softly. "Do you want to be punished? By me?"
Thank God the hall is empty.
"Yes," I whisper.
"What's your safe word?"
Excellent question. If only I could think straight right now.
"Chianti," I blurt, spying the wine rack behind her.
She nods. Her voice hardens. "Clean up the mess you made."
Not what I was expecting. My cheeks burn as I bend over to gather the spilled newspapers and stuff them in the paper bag she's set out. I know she can see my panties as my short dress rides up. She can see the dampness, my excitement through the silky fabric — all for her. I let her look instead of kneeling down.
Lisa stands with her arms folded, radiating disapproval, as I hustle to clean up. But the tent in her sweatpants — she didn't feel obliged to change — makes it clear that she's enjoying the show.
When her welcome mat is spick and span, she takes the bag and opens her door.
"In you go."
I scurry inside and the door closes behind me with ominous finality.
"Stand on the carpet." She points to her immaculate cream-colored carpet. "There."
My face flames. I do as I'm told.
Lisa circles me, inspecting my body from every angle.
"Very good."
With one finger, she tugs down the strap of my light dress to expose my bra. I shiver from the fleeting touch.
"Take your bra off. You don't need that here."
Holy shit. One touch on my shoulder and she's telling me to take my bra off?
Flushing, I unzip my dress partway and slide the straps off my shoulders. I duck my head girlishly, letting my curly hair fall over my face, as I unhook my bra.
"Look at me, Jen," she orders. "Don't take your eyes off me."
A whimper escapes my lips. I'm already unbearably aroused. I raise my head to meet her hazel eyes, which are narrowed in concentration. On me. Only me.
Slowly I peel off my bra and let the lacy cups fall to the floor, baring my breasts.
"Later, you'll pick that up," she says softly. "Right now, don't move."
I hold onto my pretty yellow dress, bunched around my waist, as she stares at my full, heavy breasts. She traces one finger over my right, sensitive nipple, teasing the pinkish bud, and I jump. When her warm hands close over my breasts, a long, wanton moan drops from me.
"Such sweet little tits," she murmurs. "I'm very pleased."
I squirm, crossing my legs, trying to rub my thighs together. "Little" is the last word that's applicable here. And yet it's so fucking perfect at the same time.
I cry out as she cups my breasts fully, massaging them. Too soon, she lets go.
"Put your dress back on and get over my knee."
Jesus. Oh, Jesus. I scramble to obey, zipping up my flimsy dress up to cover my bare tits. Lisa sits down on her couch in her T-shirt and sweatpants like she has all the time in the world. Meanwhile, I'm shaking with arousal and we've barely started. Trembling, I lie down across her lap, my ass curving into the air.
In a sudden, breathtaking motion, my panties are pulled down to my knees.
Slap! Slap!
He spanks one round cheek, then the other. Over and over. Faster and faster. Not hard, but enough to sting.
"This is what Daddy does when you've been a bad girl," whe says, in that low, menacing voice. More spanks. As I wriggle, she drops a firm arm across my waist to keep me in place. "This is what you need. Have you ever gotten the discipline you deserve, Nini?"
"Never," I quaver, shuddering with arousal.
"Then we have a lot of making up to do for such a naughty girl."
"No, Daddy, I'm good," I moan, and it turns into a gasp when her big hand slides between my legs.
"What do we have here, baby girl? I'm feeling a very wet, horny little pussy. Don't tell me you're turned on by your punishment. Are you creaming yourself on my lap because I'm spanking you?" Knowing fingers stroke my clit. I wriggle against her, angling my ass for more of her touch. I gasp when one finger gently probes my pussy, massaging the opening. "My, what a naughty little cunt you have." Another slap reddens my ass, just as a second finger works into my pussy, penetrating me, opening me. "Aren't you tight. Let me in, baby."
I moan with need. More spanks rain down on the curvy cheeks of my ass. Lisa's hand on my pussy feels so good, and her hand on my ass stings so bad. I'm caught on a tightrope between pain and pleasure.
"Horny little girls deserve to be taught a lesson." Her voice is soft and dangerous. "Especially my little girl."
My head bounces up. I peek over my shoulder.
"Oh really? Your little girl? I'm yours?"
She breaks character for an instant, her face first startled, then flooded with the sweet grin I know and love. It warms me with delicious heat, making me crave whatever she has to give. Then her eyes narrow, and her words smolder.
"Absolutely. You came over. You put yourself in my hands. You're offering your delectable body to me. Every inch of it, to toy with and punish as I please. I've been wanting you for months, never dreaming you would have such naughty, slutty, dirty little needs. You're mine now. And do I ever have my work cut out for me."
I'm panting, swept up in the current of her words. She's offering so much, and I want it all.
One last smack lands on my ass. My panties are tugged over my ankles and tossed on the floor with my bra.
"Get up. Take your dress off."
I rise unsteadily, soaked and excited. Shaking, I unzip my dress and let it fall to the cream-colored carpet. Lisa grips my hand and leads me naked into her bedroom.
The curtains are drawn. The room is dark, with only a few flickering candles for light. She must have taken those five minutes to prepare too. Beside the bed is an oddly shaped padded table, covered in a soft cloth. I can't stop looking at it.
"Lie face-down on the table, baby girl," she says softly.
She helps me up. It's something like a massage table — if a massage table had a dip where your knees go. My legs are below my upper body, but supported. My puffy nipples rub against the soft cloth. My toes curl, and I clutch the front of the table.
"Spread your legs. Show Daddy your pussy."
I obey instantly, wanting her to see how turned on I am.
"Now hold very, very still."
Rope, smooth but strong, quickly binds my wrists and ankles to the table's legs. My elbows are bent, so I can lift my head and upper body, but the restraints don't budge.
I'm a little scared, and it only sharpens my need. My pulse is pounding, and even though I'm tethered, I feel like I'm flying.
"Look at that luscious pussy." A wet slap lands on my sensitive flesh. It strikes my clit, and I gasp. "Just begging to be filled."
"Please, please..." I babble.
Something big and firm presses against my tight opening. Her cock? No, it's too hard. Too smooth. I buck as the toy pushes into me, but there's nowhere to go. Lisa twirls it, working it in and out one agonizing inch at a time. My pussy gets more and more slippery to accommodate the girth of the toy.
It's probably no thicker than a cock. But the shape and the angle — and the many months since I've had sex — all combine to make it seem huge.
It's so fucking good. So full.
"Good girl," she croons. "Taking all of that in your naughty little cunt." She strokes my ass, opening the rounded cheeks. "Now it's time for you to really learn your lesson."
I cry out when cool, slippery lube squirts onto my asshole. A rubbery tip probes the dark pucker.
"Sshhh. Trust Daddy."
Her order, confident and reassuring, is exactly what I need. I sigh and relax, yielding as Lisa slowly, firmly pushes the plug into my ass. It's slick with lube, and my ass is so sensitive, alive to the size as it flares out, then narrows and settles in place.
"How do you feel, sweetheart?"
"Stuffed," I moan.
She laughs softly. I can't believe how full my pussy and ass are. It's arousing and uncomfortable and just this side of too much. I'm beyond wet, my clit begging for her touch, and as she massages my ass, teasing my pleasure higher, I try to squirm in my bonds.
But she tied me so securely, I can't. I'm scared and safe and shatteringly aroused all at the same time.
"Lisa..." I gasp.
"Nini," she murmurs. "Sweetheart."
Then she turns on the vibrator in my pussy. And she starts spanking me again.
She builds up, but it's quickly overload. I'm sobbing, sweating, my hair plastered to my forehead as she sets my body aflame. The sensations blur together. She's everywhere, filling me, striking me, possessing me inside and out. She's giving me so much, more than I ever thought I could take, and yet I crave her. My need for her takes me over.
Sensations break the surface: my soaking cunt, clenching the buzzing vibrator, on the exquisite edge of coming. My sensitive asshole, eagerly clutching the plug. My needy tits, nipples tight and aching, pressing against the soft cloth and firm table. My wrists and ankles, straining their bonds. Lisa's palms, schooling me over and over as she smacks my ass.
When she stops, my cheeks quiver and smart with hot, glowing aftershocks.
The only sound is my panting — and hers. She steps in front of me, naked to the waist and soaked in sweat. Her short hair is plastered down.
Our eyes lock. We say nothing.
She sheds her sweatpants.
Her engorged cock, flushed red, springs out and brushes my full lower lip. A hand grabs my hair, the big palm covering the back of my head.
She doesn't have to give an order. I know exactly what she needs.
Her cock is deliciously thick and hot. I suck eagerly, swirling my tongue over her veined shaft, tasting her satiny skin, lapping up the salty precum at her firm, curved tip. She gasps, her control straining at the seams. I want to savor Lisa, but she's fucking my mouth, her rhythm jerky.
"Look at you, Nini." Her growl raises a tremor through my tight-strung body. "Filled completely and still so hungry." Her voice drops as I suck harder. "I don't know if you can ever be good."
I raise pleading eyes to her.
"But when you look at me like that..." She cups my face, caressing my cheek. Her gentleness is such a contrast to the fat cock fucking my mouth, the thick vibrator buried in my pussy, the plug filling my quivering ass. She takes my face in both hands, and I moan, my lips stretched around her cock. "You have me wrapped around your little finger, don't you, baby? My little girl."
So close, so fucking close to coming from her words...
She pulls her cock free of my mouth. Naked and sexy, she walks behind me. I sob as she teases my swollen lips with a feather touch. Turning off the vibrator, she eases it out of my soaked pussy. Tears are running down my cheeks now because it's all so intense. When she fondles my engorged clit, I snarl, trapped beneath her. She twists the plug in my ass, setting off sparks.
"Please." It's a bare whisper, a mere rasp from me.
"It's okay now, baby. Daddy's here."
Then her cock, warm and hard and alive, runs along the length of my pussy. The head nestles against my overstimulated entrance, and she sinks in.
I cry out because she's so much and so good. She fucks me in short thrusts. Warm fingers surround my clit, tweaking the tender bud until I scream. Need curls deep in my belly, tightening, tightening.
My orgasm rolls over me in a thunderclap. I climax on her thick cock, spasming around the plug in my ass.
She hisses a stream of dirty words, too filthy to distinguish, coating me in desire. She's so big, and she's thrusting deeper and deeper, possessing me completely. Finally, she groans, burying herself inside me as she finds release.
Suddenly she pulls out, and I hear the unmistakeable sound of her hand furiously jerking her cock. Two last jets of hot cum hit my swollen clit and tender opening.
"Mine," she rasps. Fingers massage her spunk into my clit and push it into my cunt. I tighten helplessly on those fingers that keep taking and taking. "Show me what you're made of, baby girl. Give me your pussy one more time."
"Lisa— Oh God—"
"That's it, sweet one. You can do this. Come for Daddy."
I climax in one long wave, cresting and falling. It carries me above the room and slams me into the table. Obliterating me. Dropping me back in my body.
I'm suspended in a haze. I feel Lisa's lips pressing against my ass and along the length of my back as she loosens the restraints on my ankles and wrists.
Her words slip through the haze. "Now you really are my little girl."
"Damn right." My voice is cracked.
She helps me into bed, massages my wrists and ankles, and gives me water to sip.
My head drops to her chest. Her sheets are soft and clean-smelling, and everything I want is right here.
"I've been so busy with work," I finally rasp. "I let everything else go. I liked you for so long and did nothing about it. I feel like I just came alive today."
"Me too."
"Oh?" I give her a sassy smile. "What about your Tinder date?"
She groans. "I needed a release. It was never going to be more than a one-night stand."
"Listen, honey." I nuzzle her sweaty neck. "If it weren't for that girl, I'd be sitting alone in my apartment right now, in my apparently ratty sweats, doing the crossword. I owe her a debt of gratitude."
"Is that so?" Her eyes gleam evilly. "How grateful are you feeling?"
"Lalisa!"
"Just teasing. You're all mine."
"That's the way I like it." When I curl up in the crook of her arm, it feels right. Like we've been doing this for a long time.
And like it's only just begun, glorious and new.
"Nini..." she rumbles, her chest beneath my cheek.
"Yes, Daddy?" I ask innocently, relishing her quick inhalation.
"Why didn't you finish the crossword earlier?"
I blink. I have nothing to say.
"I know you pride yourself on that. I'd even call you..." She runs her fingers through my hair. "...competitive."
"I guess I got distracted," I try.
"I know you, sweet girl, and the last thing you are is distractible. Now, I'm going to give it to you later, and I want you to fill every square. Tell me your dirty fantasies, baby. Daddy wants to know."
As wrung-out as my body is, I shiver with pleasure.
"Then you're going to need a lot of Sunday papers." She kisses the top of my head as I murmur, "I hope you're ready."
THE END