Hot Neighbor Inspires Leadership

"Suck it," I said simply.

And she did, taking me deeply into her mouth and rolling her tongue all over me as she thrust her mouth up and down on my rod.

And to think that I thought I had it made when I could watch her sunbathing in her backyard. Now she was topless, sucking my dick like there was no tomorrow, and prepared to do whatever I asked next.

I thought briefly about just having her do this for the rest of my life, but my imagination for potential got the better of me. I reached down with my hands and pulled her face up to look at me.

"I think we should continue this conversation in the bedroom," I said.

She rose to her feet and turned away from me, and her hand drifted back and grasped my cock.

"I agree," she said, pulling me forward cock-first. Her hand was still oily and felt wonderfully slick on my hard cock, and I moved my feet carefully to maintain the rhythm so her hand wouldn't fall off. By the time we reached the bedroom I was ready to unload yet again, but luckily I remembered I was in control.

"Get on the bed, lay on your back," I said.

She didn't even hesitate, smiling all the while, and I was starting to think that if I ask her to paint the house she would even do that. Painting the house was not on my mind. I walked over beside the bed and stroked myself.

"Take off your panties," I said.

Once again, she did as she was told, showcasing a neatly trimmed bush. She was completely naked now, lying on the bed, and she was a vision of perfection.

"Masturbate," I said, looking down on her.

She smiled and dropped her hand down and began to slowly pleasure herself, watching me stroking my cock as she did it. While it was amazingly erotic to experience this mutual solo pleasuring, I also felt the urge to be closer. I climbed up on the bed and straddled her left leg, so that now my cock was poised just above her pussy. Both of us were becoming more and more aroused, and I was aching to put my cock somewhere. I sensed she wanted that too.

"You tell ME what to do," I said.

She didn't hesitate. "Fuck me," she said dreamily.

I was ready, but was also enjoying teasing her. I used my cock to tease her, massaging her clit briefly and rubbing it all around before plunging inside. We both gasped at the wonderfully warm feeling.

I wish I could say that I lasted for a long time, but after enjoying the missionary style for a while we rolled over with her on top, and the vision of her gorgeous body riding gracefully above me was really too much, and I had a fast and explosive orgasm. Fortunately I was incredibly horny, so after commanding my new slave girl to masturbate herself in a variety of new and exciting positions, I was ready to roll again in no time.

Our second time, I enjoyed total control, telling her where and when to move, what to kiss, when to bend over. If you've never had a lovemaking session where you could tell your lover of your every whim and she immediately obeyed, you can't imagine. Needless to say, we enjoyed just about every sexual position in the book and when it was over we were both exhausted - and completely and deeply satisfied.

I didn't even remember Amanda leaving, I just remember waking up in the dark not knowing what time it was. I couldn't help but wonder if I had been dreaming, but when I fired up the computer there was a message from Amanda.

Amanda: THAT was awesome. Let's do that again SOON. ; )

As it turns out, we DID do THAT again, every weekday for the next week and a half. Amanda made it very clear that she really liked me to be in control, and frankly I didn't mind at all. It was almost like having an extension of myself, doing what I asked without hesitation. Imagine having all your fantasies immediately fulfilled. Wednesday was the whipped cream fantasy, where she let me cover her with whipped cream and then lick it off...and she did the same to me. Thursday I had her put her hair in pigtails and bend over in front of the dresser mirror, her hands fondling her breasts, while I held her pigtails like reins, went deep inside her and watched her smiling face in the mirror. I was worried about pushing boundaries until Friday, l the faithful day when she came over and I told her that what I wanted her to do was to tell ME what SHE wanted to do.

She didn't waste any time at all. That afternoon we did everything from a standing up 69 to a foray onto the kitchen counter. But the highlight had to be when she tied me up to the bed, impaled herself on my cock, and called her mother on the cell phone. That wild vixen gyrated up and down the length of my cock, sometimes biting her lip to maintain control, while talking to her mother about a summer project she had due in a few weeks when she went back to college.

Weird thing is, while I was watching her sexy body bouncing up and down on me as she talked about the project, I couldn't help but listen to the requirements of her summer project. After she finally said goodbye to her mother and we both exploded in an orgasm, I brought the project back up.

"You know, my background is in advertising and marketing, I could give you some help with that," I said.

"Oh really," she said, rolling off me to one side and smiling at me deviously. "What is that going to cost me?"

"Well, for one thing, you have to untie me," I laughed.

"Sure, in a little while...," she grinned.

"A little while" involved her licking me back into arousal and then giving me a mind-numbing blow job.

When Amanda came back the next Monday we worked on her project, in between more incredible sexual adventures, and after a few days we had the project completed. She was quite appreciative of my assistance, insisting on letting me cum on her face, a long time fantasy that I had never felt comfortable asking. When a girl tells you you can do anything, and says anything the way Amanda did, it sets the mind spinning. The highlight of our second week of daily, wild hot sex involved us moving the show over to her parent's house, where we tried to do every position in the kama sutra, on her bed, on her parent's bed, in the master bathroom, on the pool table, on her dad's office desk, and in the hall closet, just because I'd never done that before and, what the fuck, I could ask.

It had been the most incredible summer of my life, having this young beauty screwing my brains out, fulfilling my every fantasy, day after day. When she told me she'd be going back to school in a few days, I was part disappointed and part relieved that I wouldn't be dying of a sex-related heart attack. Then the phone call came. The phone call that changed my life.

"Jim, this is Bob Martin, from next door," said the voice on the other end of the phone. "I wonder if I might have a word with you."

The message sank in slowly as my mouth went quickly dry. Bob Martin, Amanda's dad, wanted a word with me. It wasn't hard to imagine what he wanted to talk about. He wanted to bust my ass for being a dirty old man screwing his hot young daughter.

"Sure," I managed, a cold sweat emerging. "I'll be over in a little while."

My first thought was direct and lucid. How quickly could I pack, get to the airport, and book a flight to South America?

For some bizarre reason, maybe because I thought I deserved it, I decided to bite the bullet, face the music, or face the bullet.

As I knocked on the big wooden door of the Martin's house, I silently cursed myself for not packing heat. If Bob was mad enough to shoot me, I'd have no defense. Bob's wife Jean answered the door, and to my relief she was nice and cordial, so I assumed that she didn't know anything. She told me Bob was in the study and pointed me the way.

When I walked into the large study, there sat Bob Martin, bigger than I remember him being, and standing right behind him with an almost mischievous look on her face was Amanda. Despite my predicament I couldn't help but notice how hot she looked in a short tennis skirt and tank top. Plus she was standing behind the desk where just a few days ago she had been bent over while I pounded her mercilessly from behind. I felt a pang of guilt when I remembered how I had made her say "Give it to me big daddy."

Bob rose to his feet as I came in. "Jim, Amanda here tells me that you have been spending some time with her," he said.

Any doubt I had that I was dead was now gone. I looked at Amanda grinning at me coyly and realized with a shudder that she had set me up. And I was in big trouble. My eyes started going blurry as I watched him reach down to the desk to pick something up. I briefly thought about making a sobbing apology and ask his forgiveness just before he killed me.

"She tells me you helped her quite a bit on this summer project," he said, waving the presentation package we had put together.

I had a hard time finding the context. Was I in trouble for fucking her AND helping her do the project? Amanda was smiling at me and licking her lips.

"This is good work," he said. "I really appreciate you giving her your time."

I could feel my head nodding but wasn't sure why. I couldn't think of a thing to say, so all I could do was nod.

"Jim, I'm so impressed by this work that I wanted to talk with you about another project. I'm starting a new company and I need a strong manager to run my marketing and advertising department. Amanda here tells me that you have some real leadership qualities."

Out of the vision of her father, Amanda hiked up her skirt to reveal a complete lack of panties.

I nodded some more.

"Anyway, I'd like you to come by my office and interview for the position," he continued. "I need someone with some strong leadership qualities to lead my department."

Amanda had given her index finger a tongue bath and was sliding it into herself to further torment me. My mind was so blank I don't even know how I got a sentence out.

"Mr. Martin," I said, stepping forward to shake his hand. "I think you've got your man."