Bred by the Older Neighbor I Watched Jerk Off

I lived in a pretty small town my whole life. I’d only ever had two boyfriends, one of which was in fourth grade, lasted two weeks, and he ended up being gay. My second relationship lasted for five years, ending right before I turned 21. He was my high school sweetheart, but we didn’t have too much in common after high school. He wanted a simple, 9-5, white picket fence life and I wanted something more… Fun? Experimental? Diverse? Maybe just a little slutty.

After we broke up, I dropped out of college, sold most of my belongings, and moved to Los Angeles. I had always loved the beach and was planning on saving up some money to go to culinary school. My ex always thought that idea was stupid but deep down, I think we both knew that was a part of my destiny, he wasn’t. So, I packed up two suitcases of clothes, two trash bags full of decor, Moxie (my pittie), and hit the fucking road.

I ended up finding and applying for a little studio apartment on my way there. I got lucky, and it ended up being pretty nice for the price. I also had an amazing set of neighbors, including my next door neighbor, Malcom. When I pulled up to the building, he was sitting in a dark chair, smoking a cigarette. He was wearing dark grey sweatpants and an oversized, white tank top. I noticed the faded, colorful ink that lined his arms. I loved tattoos and always had a thing for guys with tattoos, especially if they’re older. From that day on I had the biggest crush on Malcom. The following weeks I learned he was 44, had been divorced for eight years, had twin boys who lived with their mother in Thousand Oaks, and also had a dog, Angus. He was super sweet, offering help with any utility issue or car trouble. I often noticed his eyes lingering on different parts of my body, especially if he was tired or tipsy, and honestly? I really liked taking advantage of it.

Once, when my garbage disposal was making a noise, I shot him a text to come take a look. Not two minutes later he comes knocking on my door, beer in hand. I could immediately tell by the look in his eyes this wasn’t his first or second. I moved myself out of the way and motioned to the sink. I watched his eyes stuck to my chest, realizing I was wearing a thin, white undershirt with no bra and men’s boxers with nothing underneath. I have 34 DDD, and have been since I was 14, so I’m used to the stares, but his eyes always made me wet. I had my fantasies and knew my way around a bedroom, which I was pretty sure he knew (thin walls). Before I could say anything, he broke away from his trance and moved toward my sink. After fiddling for a few minutes, he removed a piece of a broken plate. I stepped forward to thank him, but “slipped” on some water. My thighs were now inches from his face. I could feel his hot, alcohol tinged breath on the inside of my thighs. I wanted to lean closer, but in a second he stood up and made his way to my door.

“Careful with your dishes.” He tossed at me as he turned away, but not before I could see the boner in his jeans. He halfway closed the door before turning and entering his own place. I knew he had to have been worked up, because he didn’t even notice that his blinds were wide open for me to see him. Or maybe he did.

I watched Malcom close his door and flop down into the oversized chair next to the door. His eyes were closed and he was massaging his crotch. I watched him fiddle with the button on his jeans for a minute before it gave way. He pulled his dick from his boxers and began to slowly move his hand up and down. Up and down. I slid my hand into my shorts and began massaging my clit to the same speed he was jerking himself off to. I needed him, furiously. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had fantasized about him hundreds of times since moving there and I just needed to taste the real thing, in every sense of the word.

I took my hand away and walked to my door. In one swift motion, I closed my door, moved to the side, and opened his. He didn’t lock it. I knew he wouldn’t. He wanted this just as much as I did.

I couldn’t tell if my presence scared him too much or if he was out of breath from masturbating. I walked in front of him and got on my knees.

“Jade, what are-“ He silenced when my mouth wrapped around his cock. My head moved to the same pace as his hands were going just a minute before. Up and down, up and down. My tongue stiffened around the tip of his cock as I moaned into him. I could tell he loved it.

“Aah, fuck, Jade, you can’t, you’re just a baby.” He managed to whimper.

I looked up at him with my eyes, barely moving my head.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this.” I growled. I took him in my mouth again, this time taking all of him slowly. Pops and slurps escaped my mouth as a mixture of spit and pre-cum drooled from the corner of my mouth.

“Fuck, Jade.” He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to meet his face. I could feel his dick get harder. “This isn’t ending with a blowjob.” His voice was raspy and sticky with his beer. His hands danced across my tits, pulling and pinching and my bust. He pulled me closer and his lips met my neck, biting and sucking with force. I kicked off my boxers and began grinding my bare pussy onto his cock. I tried to grab it but his hand met mine before I could. He pushed me to the ground and thrust a finger into me, massaging my clit as he spoke to me.

“You little fucking slut. Were you trying to make me horny on purpose?” He questioned. His head barely above mine.

I could barely mutter, “Y-yes.”

“Is it because you haven’t been fucked by a real man? You need someone older to show you how to feel good, baby?”

Fuck yes. I needed him more than I ever needed my ex, and I hadn’t even fucked him yet.

“Yes. God, yes. Please fuck me.” I whispered.
With those words, he picked me up and threw me onto his couch. He took my ankles and spread my legs apart. With one hand, he took his member and positioned it at my edge. He slowly entered me, watching my eyes for any sign of pain.

“Fuck.” I squeaked out. “I need more.”

He began fucking me passionately. Sunlight peaked from the window and made the sweat on his hairline shine. Malcom’s moans turned me on in a way no other man had.

“God, you’re so wet. Desperate slut.” My pussy tightened as the words left his mouth. “God, Jade.”
His pulled his cock out and grabbed my hair.
“Flip over.” He commanded. I didn’t really have a choice, as he pushed my head to the side and still had a handful of my hair. I positioned myself, pushing my ass to his face. He grabbed a pillow from behind him and sloppily placed it under my belly. Grabbing my legs, he pulled me closer. He yanked my skull back and I yelped.

“Shut the fuck up, sweetheart.” He smiled, and began fucking me, somehow getting deeper than before. His rod hit every spot I had ever needed inside of me. I felt his hand meet my ass, then again, and again. Each time felt harder, better than the last. For a second it stopped, but before I could say anything, his hand reached around my body to my clit, where he began circling his fingers. My moans became screams as the tightness in my lower stomach grew.

“I- Ahh. I’m- Mal!” I couldn’t speak. He was plowing into me. I could feel something drip down my thigh and I didn’t know if it was him or me. He grabbed my hair and pulled my hair back, so I could just see his eyes.

“You gonna cum for me, slut? Cum on my fucking cock.”

With his permission, I released myself. My pussy throbbed deep in my body and I moaned to the rhythm of the pulse. Wetness spurted onto my thighs and I could feel it run down my thighs. My head was now being pushed into a pillow, but ai could still hear my voice echo in his home. I felt Malcom’s thrusts get slower and deeper. He yanked my head up by the hair quickly. He yelled something about being close. I knew he was asking where to finish, and all I could think about was wanting his cum to drip out of my pussy.

“Breed me,” was all I could manage.

His hand moved to the back of my neck and he thrusted deeper than he had before. I felt his cock twitch inside me, then release. The pressure and sensation brought me to another orgasm. Our moans and screams and slaps of skin melted together. He gave a few more thrusts as I rode him out for the rest of my orgasm. He pulled himself out of me and sat in between my legs as I removed the pillow and slowly lowered myself onto the couch. His hands moved up and around my back. He gave me a light massage and kissed my back.

“Fuck, you’re a good slut.” He whispered in my ear.