Neighbourly Differences Ch. 04

Emily walked into the bedroom, and Tom returned to working on his laptop. He struggled to stay focused, especially with Emily walking in and out of the bathroom, trying on different racy outfits.

She finally emerged, sultry makeup applied, hair cascading in perfect waves down her back, her body shown off in a short, tight dress. The dress was a sensual red, and made of a smooth, stretchy material. Tom couldn't see any signs of Emily having modified it, but he assumed she must have very tidily shortened it, as it now only just covered the area from her nipples down to her thighs. He sucked in a breath of air through his teeth as he took in the sight. He couldn't help but notice her perky tits were unburdened by a bra, her nipples poking through the thin material of the dress. He also noted the lack of any panty lines, and wondered how she would manage to avoid flashing everyone when she sat down.

She bounced over to Tom, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, before heading for the door, already having to pull the bottom of the dress down as it rode up her athletic thighs.

"See you later honey!"

"Oh, ah, bye, have fun with Asha..." Tom trailed off, the door already closed behind his girlfriend, the image of her barely covered butt remaining in his mind.

Tom decided that he might as well keep himself busy while Emily was out. He decided that he'd just have a frozen meal for dinner, and spend his time getting his assignment done. However, after half an hour of getting nothing done as he sat at the dining room table, he got up and wandered into the kitchen. He perused the fridge and pantry and eventually decided to cook himself a carbonara, figuring it was easier to keep himself busy with food instead of uni work.

An hour later he was sitting in front of the tv watching a drama series that he knew Emily wasn't too keen to watch with him, his empty bowel, scraped completely clean of his rather tasty carbonara sauce, lying next to him. Just then he was distracted by his phone buzzing. He checked it to see a text from an unknown number.

"Hey Tom, it's Asha, Emily gave me ur number awhile ago in case I ever needed it. She asked me to cover for her today while she did something she didn't want you to know about. I agreed so I could follow her and see what she was doing and then tell you. I took some pictures, do you want me to send them through?"

Tom felt like the world had ground to a halt. It was true. Emily really was cheating on him. Right? Asha actually hadn't said what she'd seen Emily doing, but it had to be that, right? Tom figured there was only one way to find out.

Tom: Yes.

He waited, staring at the phone clutched in his hand. His heart hammered, sweat forming on his brow, and, undeniably, his cock rock hard. His phone dinged, and Tom felt like he was about to pass out. He had to clamp his eyes shut suddenly as he was overtaken with a feeling of vertigo. When he opened his eyes again he saw an image had arrived from Asha. It showed Bill's truck in an empty gravel car park. Walking up to the driver's side door was Emily, looking like a celebrity caught by paparazzi with her stunning body shown off by the brief dress. Tom's stomach tightened, and he felt like he was on the verge of both puking and cumming.

Just then the next image arrived. It showed Emily leaning into the window, Bill's hand grasping her side, his thumb digging into her just below her breast. Despite not leaning over too far, her dress had already begun to rise up her backside, exposing the bottom of her cheeks.The next picture came in, showing her bending over further, her dress now three quarters of the way up her toned buns, Bills hand now squarely on her breast, and her face pressed up against his in what Tom could only assume was a passionate kiss.

Asha sent through several more pictures of Emily making out with Bill as he felt up her tits, the images showing the progression of Emily's dress slowly rising up her ass. Tom couldn't help himself and pulled his cock out of his pants and jacked off at the sight of her pussy coming into view as she bent through the window of the old bully's truck, not caring who might be watching.

The next lot of images showed Emily standing back up, and then walking around to the passenger door. Tom's eyes bulged when he saw that, alongside her ass still being almost entirely exposed, her entire left boob was out of her top, dislodged by Bill's groping. The last image showed Emily sitting in the passenger seat as Bill drove off, a pleased smile on her face as Bill grabbed her breasts with one hand, his other on the steering wheel.

Tom wondered where they were headed, and what Bill was planning to do to Emily when they got there. Would it only be Bill there, or was he inviting his friends? Oh fuck, was he taking her around to a friends house for another poker game? Would Langdon be there? Suddenly Tom felt himself cumming as he pictured Emily intentionally getting Langdon worked up, wanting to repeat the events of their last encounter.

He sat back, and closed his eyes, ashamed of what he'd just cum to. He shouldn't be reacting like this to his girlfriend cheating on him. Although, she wasn't really cheating on him, this was still all part of the game. Right? He realised he wasn't completely sure, and also realised that the uncertainty made him even more turned on.

His mind a bit clearer now, he suddenly realised that their neighbour now knew about Emily's cheating. Surely Emily wouldn't get her involved? So it must be real! Tom felt his heart pounding, and his erection rapidly returning. He realised he had to do something, he couldn't let his attractive neighbour think he was ok with Emily cheating on him. His thoughts were suddenly distracted by his phone dinging again.

Asha: That's all I could get. I think it's best if we get some more before you do anything, right? Just to make sure you have enough evidence. I can pretend to help Emily again and try and get some more if you want?

Tom breathed a sigh of relief. He had at least a while more before he had to do anything drastic. His mind instantly began wondering what pictures he might get next time.

Tom: Yeah, I think you're right. Let me know when she asks you next

Asha: Will do :)

Tom sat for some time longer, his cock hard again, mind churning over what Emily's next outing might bring, as well as what the hell she was up to right then. He was tempted to jerk off again, but decided to wait for Emily to get home and hope she wanted to help him out.

He sat around, unable to distract himself with anything else for over three hours until he finally heard the door open. His anxious arousal had been slowly building the entire time, and he could feel his swollen balls throbbing, his stomach basically doing constant frontflips, and his heart pounding in his ears. He jumped up to see Emily trying to sneak through the door.

"Oh hi honey, you're still up!" Her hair was wet, as if she'd recently had a shower. Her makeup was nearly all washed off, except for some smudged lipstick and a tiny bit of mascara that had run down from the corner of one eye which she appeared to have missed.

"Yeah, just thought I'd wait up haha. How come you're back so late? And did you have a shower?"

"Ah yeah, Asha is so crazy! She decided we should go clubbing, but then I was so sweaty from dancing, so I had a quick shower at Asha's so I wouldn't wake you up."

Tom caught himself wondering if she was actually telling the truth, until he remembered the photos still stored on his phone right then. His dick twitched at Emily's blatant lying, knowing what she'd been up to that night. Or at least what she'd been up to right at the start of the night, and which domineering neighbour's car she'd headed off in.

Emily's eye was apparently caught by the involuntary movement, as her eyes darted down to the tent in his pants. "Oh, is this why you waited up for me? Hoping for a little relief?" she said with a coy smile.

"No, I was just looking out for you..."

"Oh really? So you don't want me to help out your little guy?"

"Oh no! I do!"

"Well ok then, how about you go and sit down on the bed?"

Tom obediently made his way to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Emily followed him in and motioned for him to shuffle backwards. He did so and she placed a knee on one side of his legs, before bringing her other leg up so she was straddling his legs. Tom watched between her legs as she sat back down, acutely aware of her lack of panties. He wondered what her pussy would look like, if it would show the signs of a vigorous fucking. However, before he could see anything she grabbed the bottom of her dress at the front, holding it down so that Tom couldn't see between her legs. He looked up and saw her smiling at him.

Emily rubbed and down his thigh. "Well come on baby, pull that cock of yours out and get started, it's getting late."

Tom quickly undid his fly, pulled out his engorged cock and began stroking. He stared between Emily's thighs, imagining what he was being denied a sight of, the thought that he knew Bill had been giving unobstructed access to it for the last several hours making him even hornier. He pictured how it would look, if the signs of Bill's abuse would be obvious. He looked back up to see Emily smirking at him like she knew exactly what was running through his head.

"What are you looking at baby? Are you wondering if I'm wearing panties?"

Tom nodded.

"Do you really think that I would go out in a dress this short without panties on? A dress this tight that rides up all the time? I'd basically be walking around flashing my pussy and ass to everyone! You'd probably like that, wouldn't you? You'd love it if I was just walking around basically advertising to any old pervert that I was an easy target, that they could just take me right there on the street."

Tom moaned, increasing the pace of his stroking, encouraged by Emily grabbing his thigh harder.

"Maybe I should start going commando around here, I reckon there's a neighbour you'd like to take me out in the open, where everyone can see him claiming ownership of my body."

Tom looked at Emily and swore he could see the desire in her eyes, as if that's exactly what she wanted to happen. He squeezed his cock harder as he rapidly moved his hand up and down, matching the force of Emily's fingers digging into his thigh. He came, cum spurting out and landing in his lap between Emily's thighs, coming just short of hitting the hand still holding the dress down between her legs.

Emily giggled. "Almost got me there, big shot." She gave him one last mischievous smile and rolled off his lap, giving him a glimpse of her ass before she disappeared into the bathroom. She seemed to be as turned on by the game as Tom, as the inside of her thighs were shiny with moisture. Tom was left sitting on the bed with cum drying on his pants.

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Emily was surprised that Tom had cum so quickly without getting to see any more of her body, and without her even touching him. It was lucky he had though, as Bill's cum had started dripping out of her pussy. She couldn't believe it was still coming out after she'd spent almost half an hour trying to clean herself up in the shower at Bill's house.

She hadn't meant to let Bill cum inside her, hadn't even meant to let him get his cock into her pussy, but when he said that was the price of going along with her plan she'd given in pretty easily. She'd told him only on the condition that he didn't cum inside her, that seemed to be taking it a step too far, even if she was on birth control. She'd reminded him again when he'd pulled the truck up off the side of the old track up to the lookout. He'd grunted his affirmation and then bent her over the back of the tray and jammed his cock straight into her. Emily had let out a loud, satisfied moan as she felt him bottoming out in her pussy.

She realised how much she'd missed the feeling of his cock stretching her out. After so long without it, her pussy squeezing contentedly around his thick shaft.

Bill kept working in and out of her, slowly speeding up, seemingly trying to jam as much of his cock up against the back of Emily's pussy with every thrust. Soon Emily was screaming and moaning uncontrollably as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock, further increasing the exhilarating pressure of his massive appendage in her tiny pussy.

After ten minutes or so, and several orgasms from Emily, Bill pulled most the way out, just keeping the head of his cock in, and turned Emily over onto her back. He savagely thrust back into her, watching her eyes roll back in her head briefly as she shook in a mini orgasm. When she'd stopped quivering she looked down and watched in amazement at the size of the tool working in and out of her tight cunt, and at the several inches still not inside her. Her lips were being dragged in and out with each thrust, stretched tight around the girthy shaft.

Bill leaned in and she hungrily took his tongue into her mouth, basically drinking down the saliva she had come to miss. Bill slid her further into the back of the ute and clambered in on top of her, his cock still never leaving her. He started kissing her again and slowly lowered his weight onto her. Emily moaned around Bill's tongue as she felt herself become pinned under his immense frame, unable to move as he thrust with all his weight into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around as much of his waist as she could and squeezed him as she came yet again.

After grinding his hips down into Emily through several of her orgasms, Bill rolled over, breathing heavily from his effort. Emily took a moment to gather her senses as she sat astride his body, his massive cock still buried half way inside her abused cunt. After catching her breath, she slowly started to move up and down on top of him, enjoying the stretching feeling as she felt his cock part her depths of her pussy with every downward thrust. Soon she couldn't help but increase the intensity, dropping herself down harder and harder, loving the feeling of his steel-like rod battering her aching pussy.

At the bottom of every stroke she started grinding down harder onto his cock, rotating and rolling her hips, trying to force more inside her, intoxicated by the heady mix of pleasure and pain. Bill reached up and grabbed her nipple. He began pulling her down at the bottom of each thrust, encouraging her lustful actions. He was grunting and moaning as well now, obviously enjoying the way her movements worked his cock. She could tell he was about to cum, that thought setting off her own orgasm as she imagined him cumming inside her pussy, the pussy her loving boyfriend hadn't even gotten to touch yet. Her orgasm caused her legs to give out, and she dropped down onto Bill's cock, her legs no longer able to hold her up. This just drove her to new orgasmic heights as his cock slammed into the depths of her pussy. She was now quivering and shaking on top of him, her pussy clenching around his cock.

"Oh yes, you're about to make me cum, bitch! Better bet off me or I'm going to shoot it up that tight cunt of yours!"

Emily heard his words through the haze of her pleasure, and as they slowly registered in her endorphin soaked brain, she tried to push herself off him. Even in her current state she wanted to keep that one last part for Tom, but her orgasm was too strong, her legs too weak.

"Oh well, if. You. In-. Sist!" Bill said through gritted teeth, ramming up into her with each syllable, before yelling as he let loose deep inside her.

Emily could feel his cum powerfully spurting out deep inside her, feeling like it was stretching her out just a little more, having nowhere to go with Bill's fat cock already taking up every millimetre of space in her pussy. He kept cumming, each spurt sending another wave of pleasure out from her spasming pussy. By the last few spurts, she could feel it being forced out of her pussy, dripping down the several inches of his cock still outside her pussy.

She rolled off him and collapsed onto the bed of the truck. Her pussy was still gaping open, white cum coating the walls. As it slowly closed up, a dribble of cum was forced out, dripping down her ass crack. She lay there for several minutes, her brain fully flooded with dopamine. Eventually Bill caught his breath and shuffled over. He dropped his now soft cock onto her face with a wet slap. Even unerect, it still covered the entire width of her face.

"Seeing as you couldn't get off me in time and made me get cum all over my cock, I think you should be the one to clean me up."

Emily ignored the fact that Bill had been asking to cum inside her the whole time, and began obediently lapping their combined juices off his cock. Soon he was getting hard again, and Emily found herself taking his cock into her mouth, forcing it deep into her throat.

"That's a good little slut, you just love having my cock in your throat, don't you?"

Emily could only moan her agreement, thinking about how humiliating her actions were only turning her on more. She forced herself further and further onto his cock, the sounds of gagging and moaning filling the air. After letting her do all the work for a while, Bill grabbed her head and began thrusting hard into her face. Every now and then he'd hold himself as deep in her throat as he could get, until he felt her throat spasming around his cock, her lungs desperate for air. He'd pull out, praising her effort as thick lines of spit connected his cock to her gasping mouth, more spilling down her chin.

After getting praised, despite all the degrading words he used to describe her, for letting Bill ruin her face and throat, Emily felt her mind give in and want to accept anything he said. She felt that him starving her of oxygen had probably helped, but she felt a thrill go through her anyway. He turned her around and put her on all fours, ass presented. He rammed his cock straight in, and got straight to pounding into her with all his force. Emily quickly began shoving herself back to meet his forceful thrusts, craving more of the intoxicating, electrifying pain as he bottomed out with each stroke. When he shoved a finger into her ass as he grasped her to pull her back harder she didn't even protest, just moaning louder as Bill took one more part of her before Tom.

Bill used his other hand to spank her ass, quickly turning it red, and quickly bringing Emily to another orgasm. After Emily's masterful blowjob, Bill was ready to cum again. He let Emily know, but she just kept meeting every thrust, groaning in pleasure.

"Did you hear me, cunt? I'm about to cum in your tight little pussy."

Emily was remembering how good it had felt last time Bill's enormous cock had pumped her full and her body didn't want her to stop. Stopping when she hadn't known how good it would feel was hard enough, but now she'd tasted the depraved pleasure, she couldn't deny her body anymore.

"Do it! Just fucking do it! Cum in my slutty little pussy!"

Even Bill was a little surprised at the outburst, expecting at least some token resistance. He thought about pulling out and making her beg, getting her to promise him something in return, but he was too close to the edge. He pushed himself as hard as he could into her and let loose, Emily screaming and convulsing under him. 'Oh well,' he thought to himself, 'I bet I'll be able to get her to beg next time.'

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Tom spent the rest of the week hoping that Asha would text him, or that Emily would say she was heading out. He knew it was unlikely that Emily would go again the next night, but he still couldn't get it out of his mind the whole day. When he finally got a text from Asha as he was sitting in a lecture on Friday, after four days of waiting, he barely held back a shout of joy.