Audrey Madison Has A Big Crush On Her Next-door Neighbor Hoping To Catch A Glimpse Of His Bbc
Mmm, it’s another sultry summer afternoon and the temperature is rising, both inside and outside of the bedroom. I’ve been sneaking peeks at my neighbor’s window for weeks now, hoping to catch a glimpse of his impressive BBC. It’s no secret that my bedroom is the perfect vantage point for a spectacular show, especially when you’re starring in it.
I lay sprawled across my bed in nothing but a lacy white bra and a matching thong, the sheen of sweat glistening on my skin. My golden locks are tousled and fall in loose waves around my shoulders. I prop myself up on one elbow, my full C-cup breasts threatening to spill out of the delicate cups of my bra. The cool air conditioning blows across my bare skin, causing my nipples to stiffen into pert little peaks.
I cross my legs at the ankle, drawing attention to the incredibly short denim cutoffs that barely contain the curves of my ass. The frayed hem rides up dangerously high on my thighs, revealing the lacy tops of my stockings. Just another tease for my neighborhood hunk.
My neighbor, a tall drink of dark chocolate, has been the center of my fantasies since he moved into the house next door. Late at night, I can hear his moans of passion echoing through the trees. My mind races with images of his strong hands gripping her curves, his even stronger dick stretching her needy holes. I can only imagine the way he takes her hard and fast, pounding her into the mattress until she’s screaming his name. Oh, how I wish that could be me!
I slip a hand between my thighs, rubbing my drenched thong against my aching clit. Just thinking about him makes me so damn wet. I arch my back, pressing my heavy tits together as I slide the skimpy scrap of lace down my legs. God, I need to feel something filling me up right now.
I reach over to the nightstand and grab my workhorse dildo, a big ebony beast that I affectionately refer to as “Donald Trump’s Tiny Hands”. It may not compare to my neighbor’s monster member, but it sure does the job on nights like this.
I moan as I slip the thick shaft between my engorged lips. My pussy clenches around it, desperate to be filled. “Mmm, that’s it baby… shove your big black cock in me,” I pant as I fuck myself on the toy. I twist and spin it in tight circles, hitting every sensitive spot.
My spared hand reaches up to tug at my pert, pink nipples. Oh, I can’t wait to have them sucked by his full lips. To have them pulling and pinching while his BBC splits me wide open – heaven is what that would be. I picture him stepping into my bedroom right now, taking in the view of my lush curves, my fair skin contrasting so differently from the deep chocolate of his own. I bet he would reach out to run a finger down my spine, dimples cresting on the cheeks of my pale ass.
“Oooh fuck, yeah… fuck my tight little pink pussy. Fill me up with all your big black cock,” I whimper, my hips bucking wildly against my hand, chasing my impending orgasm. The dildo pounds against my g-spot and I intellectually know it’s artificial sensations but damn if it doesn’t feel like bliss.
I imagine him pushing me down, palms flat against my ass, watching as he stretches me open with his thick girth. I recognize the sweltering look in his eyes, the one that screams lusty domination. He would rail me hard, his ass flexing with every purposeful thrust. I’d submit to his passion, letting him command my body, owning me in the way he desires.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming… I’m cumming,” I mewl as I furl into myself, a rush of wetness squirting from my frigged clit. It’s a hot, gushing mess as my pussy spasms around the thick dildo still buried deep within. “Fuck yes, fill me up. Cum in me… knock me up with your big black baby.”
In my ecstatic disorientation I imagine the pulsing, warm rush of his cum shooting into my core. Maybe I really will conceive a gold-checked nymphet to seed with his deepest genes.
As the aftershocks subside, I am left panting in a puddle of my own self-induced pleasure, my body still trembling from the force of my orgasm. But even then, my mind churns with the relentless fantasy that finishes in blissful insanity: I’m knocked up and waddling around the house, hugely pregnant with my chocolate baby, my tits swollen, fucked silly by Donald’s cock. I may have started with a crush, but this has turned into full out obsession.
With a shit eating grin, I slouch down in my bed, completely sated. I’ll need to keep the neighbors watered now, especially with Summer in full swing. But with the kind of work I’m doing for the community, I’ll make sure to properly… deliver… A Knightsbridge Number 1 at your de-va-liv-ery, dear Neigh-bor!